You may have read sex confessions in foreign magazines but today, look no further. Prepare to be shocked as 3 women come clean with their steamiest stories.
Do not judge a book by its cover – Rachana, 19Samir was the talk on every girl's mouth. Whether it's his good looks or the fact that he was an athlete and could hold a conversation, is debatable. I had to have him but it wasn't as easy as I thought it would be. However, when I finally wrapped him around my finger, the effort and time I put in was just not worth it.
The first rule a man should know about sleeping with a woman is to never carry a condom in his wallet. It shrieks desperation, not well prepared. Besides, women have a pack ready if they know they are sleeping with a guy. Obviously, Samir had not heard of the rule and there he was, taking a condom out of his wallet even before undressing and making out. The second rule is unhooking a bra. It's not the world's most complex puzzle, well, unless a man has never experienced unclasping one. I was having doubts on having sex with this clumsy guy but I couldn't just 'sit through dinner without eating dessert'.
We finally managed to get half naked and as I pulled down Samir's boxers, I had the shock of my life. Where a penis should be, there was a tiny and sad-looking nub. For a second, I stood confused and somehow, "I've suddenly got a headache" excuse couldn't have come any quicker. Samir turned beetroot red as he realized that his genitals were the cause of me leaving. I might have come across as a heartless person but I rather be cruel than to go through the most awkward experience of a lifetime.
The Dirty Secret - Priya, 26
Across from where I was seated, 'A' was with his buddies, engrossed in his glass of beer and the music. He wasn't much of a looker but his cocky half smile was to die for and I found myself staring at him. When he stood up to go to the bathroom, I excused myself from my girlfriends and followed him. I'm not one to make the first move and it sucked that it took alcohol to make me brave but I had to do it.
Before 'A' could step out of the door, I grabbed him by the collar and pushed him back into the bathroom. How long we were inside the bathroom, that I do not know but I knew this rendezvous wasn't over. 'A' held my hand and led me to the building rooftop. Below us, we could hear the hustle and bustle of a Friday evening. I found it exciting that anyone could accidentally walk in on us. As the vocalist crooned an Aerosmith number into the microphone, I was against the wall, with my maxi dress hiked up to my waist and my legs wrapped around 'A'. I was bent over the half wall, facing a house as flickering candles illuminated the silhouettes of people. My knees were floor-burnt. Suddenly, a wave of sensation took over my body and I could hear myself scream. 'A' fell on top of me with a smile. It was over. I freshened up before heading back to the girls. Luckily, they had not left me.
After that night, I would still see 'A' whenever I frequented the bar and only with a smile and a nod, would we acknowledge each other. Till to this day, I do not know his name and nobody has heard why I disappeared for almost an hour. I have never felt this naughty.
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Talking the talk but not walking the walk – Ayesha, 24The best place to pick men has to be a club. A show of a leg, a little shimmy and a pout and men are queuing to buy you a drink. That's how I met Navin. The whole night, we were dirty dancing and flirting. When it was closing time, he couldn't bear to let me go, begging me to return to his flat with him. I couldn't go with him because I was still living with my parents (I was only 18 then and him, 27) and had rules to follow so we exchanged numbers, promising to keep in touch.
After a couple of days later, Navin called me. We spent hours on the phone, getting to know each other. The conversation slowly swerved towards sex. He narrated the things he would do to me if I was right there with him. Truth be told, I did enjoy listening to the dirty talk but it's only so much one woman can take. He then got brave and played with himself whilst on the phone and asked me to do the same. Of course, I didn't but through 'Sex and The City', I learnt to fake moans.
Call me stupid but I finally agreed on having sex with Navin. There we were in his room, one too anxious to bed me and me, just wanting to shut him up with a one-off. A first time with a new man is always nerve wrecking so I prepped myself with new lingerie. Hell, I even shaved. And as I seductively climbed on top of Navin, he physically pushed me away and apologized umpteen times that he couldn't do it because he was still a virgin. Wasn't it him who initiated the phone sex and bragged about how he would handcuff me to the bed and lick me from top to bottom? What was that all about? Why was Navin sitting on the bed and bawling like a girl while I hurriedly dressed? Men!!
