The first time is like a crystal that will always float somewhere in your consciousness.

“I’d really love someone to tie me up and beat me up,” she blurted out one day. Actually, it wasn’t one day; it was about three different occasions before I started seriously thinking about doing it to her. A lot of people fantasize about being tied up and made-love to like this but not everyone cares to admit this or even knows it until it happens. So why did I take so long before I decided to fulfill her desire? See, I’d never done it to a woman before and I wasn’t sure I’d do it right, ie. The perfect balance of pain and pleasure, so yes, I was a bit nervous. Luckily, I’ve had it done to me before and I just tried to remember aspects I liked and those I didn’t like about the experience. That evening, we’d gone for some Ethiopian and had had a few glasses of alcohol. I can’t really tell you what gave me the guts to do it but as soon as we got home, I tied her up to the bed and grabbed this really nice wide belt I own but have never worn (with pretty hot metal and diamond piece on one side) and started to softly land the belt all over her body eventually increasing the pace and impact. At first, she was just moaning, then the moaning turned to tiny screams and I began to worry our neighbours would hear us but..I went on anyway.. At this point, you get so turned on by all the screaming, twisting, turning, submission, and all the sounds (like belt upon skin). You just want to stop and give it or get it from her. And both of you are drifting to another level….and within no time she wants you to stop and give it or get it. Depending on your level of control, you can choose to stop the pain/pleasure and fulfill all that desire and excitement you have built up. So lets just say this, even if you’ve never done it before-give it a try if he asks for it or even gives the slightest suggestion that he/she likes it. Nothing compares to the then and after effect of BDSM. The first time is like a crystal that will always float somewhere in your consciousness.

You asked for it; to know about my first sexual experience; can i even point it out? Anyway, here goes, thats what Sextalk Kenya is all about.

I was 9 years old when my cousin went down on me and asked me to do the same to her. We were in shags, a family get together.

I was 13 years old when some dude tried to rape me, i will carrry the scars for the rest of my life but apparently he did not break my hemen (thanks to the fighting).

I was 17 when i thought i was in love and gave it up to some extremely sexy guy from church. He accussed me of lying that i’d never done it because there was no blood. We still did it a couple more times..now that i think about it, i feel cheated, were we even having sex?

i was 18 when this guy from college managed to get into my pants, inspite of my protests. I was shocked to see the blood and the pain was horrific, i thought there was something really wrong.I told him to stay away from me.  A few days later, he unleashes a piece of cloth with dried blood on it on the way to lunch (from his pocket) telling me he would keep it as a treasure, that it was reason enough for us to be together. what the f? of course i did not want anything to do with him. I moved to another college the next sem.