I can still recall being 18, drowning in panic over the fact that I was still a damn virgin. Desperate to shed that label, I hooked up with a guy through some random ad—he was a good decade older, guarding a dusty old bookstore for a living. Of course, I fed him the classic lie that I’d been with guys before. Gotta save face, right? So, in a wild moment of desperation, I grabbed a freaking roll-on deodorant and took matters into my own hands, popping my own cherry. Barely any blood, thank god.

Later, we planned the real deal. I was a total disaster—awkward as hell, stiff as a board, and hated every second of it. Lucky for me, he didn’t catch on to my rookie status. And just like that, I ditched my virginity in the most unglamorous way possible.
#virginitystories #firsttime #awkwardsex #novice

Back when I was barely 18, I was scraping by on a measly stipend, often starving my ass off with not a damn penny to my name. In those desperate times, I’d just say “hell yeah” to a date. Why? Because on that first outing, guys usually splurge on some fancy, mouth-watering grub. Honestly, those dates were my lifeline, keeping me from wasting away in hunger. I wasn’t playing games or stringing anyone along—I was just fighting to survive, one meal at a time.
#survival #hustle #desperation #realshit