Confession - My first time was different from what I expected

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My first time having sex was completely different from what I expected...

His name was Ben, five years older than me, and like me, he was from Taipei.

Ben was a gentle and considerate man. He cherished me like a princess, showering me with affection. He drove me to and from work every day, tolerated my princess-like tantrums, and would sing to cheer me up when I was in a bad mood. He never let me pay on dates, and he would buy me anything I wanted. My female friends were all incredibly envious of me, saying I had the perfect boyfriend.

Ben said it was only right that he doted on me, because I was a goddess in every man's eyes, yet I belonged only to him.

Because of Ben's gentleness and consideration, I always believed that our first time having sex would be incredibly romantic, like something out of a romantic movie. I fantasized that Ben would gently caress my entire body, kiss every inch of my skin, and whisper in my ear how much he loved me as we slowly became one, and I would respond with an even deeper love for him.

The day before I turned 23, after six months of passionate love with Ben, we finally made love...

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It was the last day of my 22nd year, and Ben took me to Tokyo, Japan for my birthday.

Now, looking back, all I remember is... I was kneeling on the hotel bed, my hands bound behind my back with my own Victoria's Secret gold stockings, supporting myself only with my breasts and my face pressed against the bed. My pink Zara dress and underwear had all been removed;

I was completely naked. My knees were spread wide because Ben was positioned between my legs. My face, forced against the sheets, was facing a full-length mirror in the room. In the mirror, I saw my obscenely protruding buttocks in a conspicuous position, and my completely transformed, gentle boyfriend behind me.

I was startled by his sudden treatment. I looked in the mirror and told Ben I was scared and uncomfortable, but Ben only replied, "Be good, don't move," and then slowly stroked my buttocks, telling me that my buttocks were perky and fleshy, and that I had a pair of Venus dimples on my lower back, which he said were the sexual characteristics of a slut. He explored my genitals, saying he liked my tightly closed labia majora, and ran his fingers over them a couple of times before grabbing the flesh and pulling it outwards. I felt a chill in my genitals because my inner vulva had never been exposed to the air like that before. Ben bent down to look and said he was satisfied; it was the color and shape he liked.

I was confused. I didn't understand why Ben wasn't gently kissing and hugging me and telling me he loved me, but instead tying me up. This wasn't romantic at all... not what I expected my first time having sex to be like...

I called Ben's name in protest, but Ben ignored me as if he were deaf. He just kept fiddling with my genitals with his fingers, sometimes rubbing quickly, sometimes pressing roughly. After playing like that for a while, he told me I was soaking wet, and then he took off his pants.

The moment he took off his pants, I saw a huge penis spring out, which terrified me... Although I had seen men's penises in porn and had touched my ex-boyfriend's genitals through his pants, I knew that a man's penis could get very large, but the tension of a real penis aimed at my virgin vagina was indescribable.

Ben's penis pressed against my vagina, and I nervously held my breath, bracing myself for my first time being taken. But the penis only tentatively pushed into my virgin hole a centimeter before withdrawing. I breathed a sigh of relief, but unexpectedly, the penis immediately returned to my opening and pressed against it. I took a deep breath, thinking this time it was real, but the penis only penetrated a little bit before withdrawing again. And so it went, every time I felt my opening starting to dilate, the penis would withdraw. As a virgin, I thought this was what sex was all about, naively believing that the first time wasn't so painful.

Just then, the antique clock in the room struck midnight, and the Poogo bird hopped out, chiming "Poogo, Poogo...

" Ben said, "Happy birthday, baby." Then he thrust his entire penis into my vagina, all the way in...

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That was my first memory.

From then on, every time I heard the Poogo clock chime, I would recall that image of kneeling on the bed, losing my virginity.
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After Ben took my first time, he became even more gentle and considerate; his love for me was doubled and doubled again. But...every time it came to sex, he completely transformed into a different person. His words became vulgar, his actions wicked, even the way he looked at me changed...a cold, "You're just my plaything" kind of look. At first, I was a little scared and didn't dare look at him during sex. But he always made me open my eyes to see clearly how he was playing with my body. Sometimes he would take a small mirror and look at my genitals, lifting my head so I could see my genitals being penetrated by him through the mirror. To be honest, the first time I saw our intertwined genitals in the mirror, I was shocked. I never imagined that such a large thing could move in and out of my vagina so freely.

Not long after our first time having sex, Ben shaved all my pubic hair. Ben said that keeping pubic hair was impolite to a boyfriend and required me to develop a good habit of removing hair. So every week, I would squat in the bathtub, first applying foam shower gel to my genitals, and then using a razor to carefully remove every hair from my labia.

Since my labia were no longer hairy, Ben liked to pull my labia apart and describe to me the color of my clitoris, the swollen nipples, and the way my vaginal fluid flowed out of my vagina. Sometimes he would make me spread my labia with my hands so he could easily insert two fingers into my vagina. Most of the time, he would use his index and middle fingers together, and after a while, he would pull out strands of my vaginal fluid to show me. Ben said I was very sensitive and easily aroused; just a little caress of my vagina would make me drool.

Gradually, Ben stopped calling me by my real name and started calling me Shishi. He said only he could call me that name because only he knew that I, the goddess secretly loved by many men, had a wet vagina.

At first, I told Ben I didn't like the nickname. To convince me, he deliberately used his fingers or penis to quickly thrust in and out of my vagina until I heard a squelching sound. He would ask if I heard it, and if I didn't answer, he would scoop out my vaginal fluid and smear it on my face, saying, "You're such a wet woman..." Sometimes he would touch my soaking wet genitals and proudly tell me, "Your vaginal fluid is flowing down to your anus, you know?" Another time, he lifted me onto his dining table and made me squat with my legs spread so he could probe my vagina. That time, he scooped out so much of my vaginal fluid that it dripped onto a plate on the table, which he deliberately collected to show me, reminding me that was where the name "Shishi" came from.

Actually, I didn't know if I was really wetter than other girls, but Ben told me that, so I believed him. After all, he was the one who had seen other women, not me... So, I subconsciously accepted the name "Shishi" and became Ben's exclusive Shishi.

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