How to be a merry virgin Part 2

The thing about virginity is that it grows like an apple.

When you're younger and spunking still feels naughty, the apple is small, crisp and sour. Those of us who decide to let somebody take a bite at this early stage lose our apple completely within the next year. And if you don't, then it continues to grow, the skin forms, the fruit is sweetened, the taste is sharper.

Now, I'm at the stage where the apple has been fully ripe for a number of months. And yes, it's sitting in my fruit bowl still in it's tesco wrapping. Now, I know full well that the apple would probably taste delicious if anybody were to take a bite. I also know that apples can last for a very long time without so much a bruise. And then one day will come when the inside is rotten and the apple needs to be thrown away. Ofcourse this will never happen to me. I won't let it.
What's important is that the eater of the apple should be hungry, starving even, before they can have a taste of the Granny Smith. For this is the sole reason farmers nuture their crop, so that it reaches full potential and can be enjoyed by somebody to the fullest.

This isn't just an apple. This is a smooth, crisp, delicious, virgin apple.

Some virgins will tell you that the greatest assets they possess are control and choice. They choose who comes in and control what they do once they've made it past the bouncers. Sort of like the manager of a swanky cocktail lounge.

'When you pop that cherry (though I never quite liked that phrase, the blood can be too unsettling), what do you want to happen' ? I asked another of our kind over the weekend.

'Oh, just, you know, do it, and then I won't feel so bad about doing it again and again and I'll be like everyone else and it won't be an issue'

'But what exactly is it that you want to do?'

'Do you mean tying him up and stuff?'

'No, I meant, whenever you've thought about the first time you have sex, what sexual things would turn you on the most?'

'Well, the first time has to be simple. I just want it to be over and unpainful. I haven't met anybody who enjoyed it the first time. Apparently it's an acquired taste'

'You mean, like beer?'

'Yeah, I guess I do.'

'I certainly hope not, I can't ever imagine liking the taste of that vile crop juice.'

'Oh dear.'

'Okay, so let's move past the popping. You've been popped and now you're a sexpert. You can do it with whomever you like, wherever you like at whatever time (apart from between 5 and 6 because ofcourse your time will be dedicated to Richard and Judy, which is quite understandable). So, tell me, in the future, what kinds of sexual things would you like to do if there were no boundries?'

'Umm, piss on someone perhaps, tie them up and whip their sorry little ass until it was bleeding, almost. Maybe make them lie down as I straddled their face with my pussy, so that they could'nt breathe. Oh god, maybe if I almost killed them. Oh god.'

'Wonderful! And tell me, why can't you do these things the first time you have sex?'

'Because virgins are meant to be stupid, unaware, naive dainty little flowers. And what I described was a slag.'

'Oh no, definitely not. The slaggy virgin is the epitomy of greatness. It means your virginity is truly in your hands. A weapon of mass destruction. You could do anything you wanted with it. Anything!'

'But then he wouldn't believe I was a virgin.'

'And is it important that he does?'

'Yes ofcourse. He need to know what he's getting. That he's special.'

'And pissing over him, making him come over and over until his bell end is about to split open and die, won't?'

'Hmm, I s'pose you have a point.'

'Good girl. Now, about the pissing...'

And that was the conversation. You see, virgins feel they owe the world something. They feel they have to fit a certain stereotype, but it's utter tosh. You don't owe anybody anything. You owe it yourself to have the best screw imaginable the first time you do it and every time after that. As a virgin you learn to build up so much control, so much, too much, so that every subsequent fuck is probably just as good, or even better than the previous. And ofcourse, you'll miss those virgins days and there will come a time when you can leave your cock alone and feel nothing, just watch it sleep. The thing about sex had too early in life is that it becomes routine, loses it's halo, just like the weekly shop at Waitrose. And then, one day in the future, you'll walk around the aisles and you'll come to realise that all you really needed was cheese. And the man at the corner shop opposite you sells cheese. So why did you even bother getting in the car?

Anyways, so Desdemona said something interesting over the first supper a few days back. I had just finished discussing what M and I had done the night before. We had sex in a lift at Harrods, stuck midfloor, on a sunday once everybody had gone home.

'I really hope you're not disappointed when you meet M. You're imagination and the sex must be so good, but I think, once you meet M, you'll probably never go back to having phone sex. And it'll fizzle out because nothing really compares to the imagination.'

Desdemona dearest, I truly believe the first time M and I have sex, it'll be a mind blowing easy experience. The most frightening thing will be when M leaves and we have to settle back into the routine that has taken form over a number of years. M is out of my hands and probably always will be and I have accepted this. So what's wrong with letting out the juice that's built up so rapidly over time. Fireworks are still considered beautiful even once the sparkles of ash disappear into the ground. Everybody will still go home and comment on how wonderful they were.