Hi, mera naam Neelu Hai or mai delhi ki rehne wali hu, jyada samay na lete hue mai aapni first sex ki kahani sunaati hu, Jab mai 13 saal ki thi, to pheli baar mere cousin brother ne mujhe choda, us samay mujhe sex ke baare me achi jankaari thi, kyuki meri bahut si friends apne apne boyfriends, brothers or relatives ke saath bahut bar sex kar chuki thi or mujhe batati rehti thi, sabhi friends me se sirf 1-2 hi aisi thi jinhone apne boyfriends ke saath sex kiya or unke boyfriends ne unke bich hue sex ki baat unke friends ko bata di or unhe fir unke boyfriends ke friends ke saath bhi karna pada, reena ke parents tak to uski sari baat pahunch gai thi or uske parents ne to usko ghar se bhar thak nikaal diya tha, ab wo humse kabhi nahi milti bus uski yahi baat yaad karke mujhe bahut dar lagta tha or mai kissi se bhi sex karne se datri thi, per baki sab jo aapne relatives ke bare me mujhe batati thi to mujhe bhi sex karne ko dil karta tha, lekin me finguring se bhi darti thi mujhe ye sab acha nahi lagta tha, per ik din maine jab first time apni pussy (Chut) me figure ko touch karke thoda sa hilaya to mujhey bahut acha laga,
per meri sab friends mujhe har baar ik hi baat batati thi ki finguring se jada maja sex karne me aata hai, ye sunkar mera bhi man karta tha ki mai kissi se sex karu per reena ki baat yaad aati to mai dar jati thi, lekin finguring karne se jo mujhe maja aata tha mai usse badana chati thi, tab mujhe apne cousin brother ka khayal aaya jo ki mujhe aise hi kabhi boobs per touch karta kabhi kahi to kabhi kahi or touch karne ke baad anjaan banta tha jaise ki kuch hua hi na ho, mai bhi uske is touch ko ignore kar deti thi per ab mujhe sex karne ke liye koi to chahiye hi tha or mujhe isse acha moka or kaha milta, mera cousin ka ghar mere ghar se kuch hi duri per hai, uske ghar me mummy papa uski biwi or bacha rehta hai, kuch din maine bhaiya ki harkaton ko dhyan dena suru kiya to mujhe laga ki woh bhi mujhe chodna chahte hai, woh kabhi bache ke bahane mere boobs touch karte or kabhi ladaai ke bahane, kabhi mujhe godh me utha lete, mujhe kabhi bhi paiso ki jaroorat padti to who kabhi mujhe mana nahi karte the mujhe kahin bhi jana hota to unse hi paise leti thi yehi sab baton se mujhe laga ki wo bhi mujhe chodna chahte hai, ye sab dekh kar mai bhi unka saath dene lagi unka bacha uthaati or jan bhujkar bhaiyaya ke haathon se apne boobs touch kar deti, mujhe bus moke ki talaash thi ki kab meri bhabhi apne maike jaye or mujhe bhaiya ke saath sex karne ka moka mile,
ek din mujhe wo moka bhi mil gya bhabhi apne maike mai 2-3 din rehne ke liye gai hui thi mujhe bus kissi terha apne cousin ke paas sone ke lie jana tha, tabhi mere dimaag mai ik tarkib aayi mera bhaiya school me teacher hai or uske paas ghar me computer bhi hai bus to kya tha mujhe bahana mil gya ki mujhe bhaiya se kuch history ka puchna hai or computer se details bhi dekh kar likhni hai kyuki kal class me sab bacho ka test hai, evening me 8 baje mai ye bahana karke apne parents se permission leli unhe kissi baat ka koi sak nahi hua kyuki wo mera cousin hai isliye unhone mujhe mere cousin ke paas raat sone ke liye bhej diya, mai under se bahut khus thi ki aaj mujhe bhi chudne ka moka mil gya per ab bhaiya ko kaise patau ye mujhe samaj nahi aa raha tha, so jab mai raat ko bhaiya ke ghar gai to mujhe jada mehnat nahi karni padi kyuki mai janti thi ki wo mujhe chodna chahta hai isliye maine sirf usko uksaya mai nighty pehne hue thi or bhaiya ke system per kam kar rahi thi kam karte karte me apne haathon se kabhi boobs ko hilati to kabhi apni pussy ke paas ragadti aisa karte hue bhaiya mujhe dekh raha tha, mai to chahti thi ki wo mujhe chode,
raat ke 11 baj chuke the mummy pap so chuke the bhaiya or mai hi jag rahe the tabhi maine jaan bhuj kar ek pron(adult sex wali) website open kardi or usne ye dekh liya wo samaj gya ki mai bhi aaj mudh mai hu, usne bina time waste kiye room ko under se lock kiya or mere se chipak gya mujhe to bus issi samay ka intzaar tha mujhe uski baho me aakar aisa laga maano mujhe sab kuch mil gya ho, usne mujhe chumna suru kiya, sabse pehle usne mere maathe (head) per kiss kiya or bola neelu meri behen tu nahi jaanti mai kab se is moke ki talaas mai tha me bhi bol padhi hai bhaiyaya mai bhi ye sunkar maano bhaiyaya to pagal se ho gaye mujhe chodne ke liye,
unhone mujhe bahon me uthaya or apne bed per lita diya, mujhe thodi si sheram bhi aa rahi thi per sex ke bare mai soch kar man machal bhi rha tha, bed per lita kar usne pehle mujhe lips per kiss kiya or mere honto ka sara ras piya mujhe bhi lips ke saath lips lagaa kar chusne me bahut anand aa raha tha, karib 15 minute tak bhaiya ne mere honth chuse mai bhi unhe kaske pakad kar pura saath de rahi thi, uske baad usne meri nighty me haath dal kar mere boobs ko masalna suru kiya mujhe aanand aa raha tha or mere muh se aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…………….aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh……………. ki awaaj aa rahi thi, usne boobs per se nighty hata di or boobs chosne laga jab wo boobs choos raha tha to mano mere ander khushi ke leher daud padi ho kyuki ab meri pussy ki baari thi, usne mere boobs se kiss karte hue mere pairon (foot) tak gya or wapas kiss karta hua meri choot per aaya, jaise hi usne meri choot ko kiss kiya mano mai aasmaan me udne lagi mujhe or jyada maza aane laga meri muh se aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa………….i….iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. …………. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa………..hhhhhhhhhhhhh……………. a aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh………………………….. uske jayda choot chatne ki wajha se mai ek baar jhad chuki thi, ab maine use apna lund dikhaane ko kaha usne aapna lund nikal kar mere haath mai de diya mai uska lund dekh kar khus ho gai bus ab mujhe use apni pussy mai dalna tha, pehle usne apna lund mere muh me diya or chusne ke liya kaha manno jaise lolly pop ho,
lund chusne me mujhe bahut anand mil raha tha kuch der chusne ke baad usne lund mere muh se nikala or neri choot per rak diya, lund ka saparsh meri chut ko hua to fir se mere ander ek or umang uthi mai fir se tiyaar ho gai, bhaiyaya ne lund ko meri choot ke suraakh per rak kar dhakka mara per slip ho kar niche ho gya kyuki mai first time sex kar rahi thi or meri choot bilkul tight thi or mai dar rahi thi ki agar ander gya to kahin mujhe kuch ho na jaye per bhaiya shaadi sudhaa hain isliye unhone mujhe samjaya ki kuch nahi hoga sirf thoda dard hoga tum sehan kar lena, mai unki baat maan gai, unhone fir se lund ko meri choot ke dwaar per rakha or dhire se under dekelne lage unke lund ka topa hi mere under gya tha ki meri cheek nikal gai or mere muh se awaaje aane lagi aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa………………. iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii………… hhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…………… bhaiya mere dard ki perwa kiye bina ek or jor ka jhatka mara is baar unka aahda lund meri choot me chala gya mai seher uthi (kapne lagi) aaaiiiiiii…….. maaaaaaaaaaa……maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa………. hummmmmmmm…….. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh……. hhhhhhhhuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmm……….. mmmai mer gai bhaiyaya bahar nikalo nahi to mai mar jaungi plz per unhone unsuna kar diya mujhe maza bhi bahut aa raha tha is liye unhe jada mana na kar saki is baar unhone pura jor laga kar apna sara lund mere ander dekhel diya mai dard se chilaai bhaiyaya ne mere muh per hath rak liya taki kissi ko meri aawaaz na sunaai de meri choot se khoon nikalne laga jo ki aksar pehli baar sex karne se nikalta hai,
5 minute rukne ke baad bhaiyaya ne apna
lund bahar nikal chaadar puri khoon se laal thi per isse mujhe kya lundko choot
me lekr maano mai jannat mai pahuch gai thi mai bahut khus thi unhone dubare
meri choot mail und dala or aage piche karne lagge mai to maano satve aasman me
thi mujhe or kuch nahi samaj aa raha tha bus mujhe chudna tha itna maja to
kabhi mujhe finguring me bhi nahi aaya jitna maza mujhe unse chudwane mai aaya
us raat bhaiyaya ne jamkar choda kam se kam 6-7 baar or uske baad jab bhi kabhi
mujhe ya unhe moka milta to hum sex karte, kissi ko aaj tak is baat ka pata
nahi chala meri friends sahi kehti thi ki ghar me hi chudna jada acha hai kisi
ko pata bhi na chale or apna kam bhi ho jaye, aj tak mere bhaiyaya mujhe chodte
hai mai unse bahut khush hun..
I was fourteen and had recently struck gold when I found out how to give myself an orgasm. My ventures into masturbation had been non-penetrating up until that night, but like anyone exposed to any addictive pleasure, I looked for a dragon to chase.
I had inherited my room from my older sister who had moved away to college. There were many phallic objects to choose from, but my sister’s collection of Classic Coke bottles drew my attention. The neck of one such bottle seemed small enough not to do any damage but large enough to qualify as a dragon.
The Coke bottle stood at attention on the floor while I straddled it. After a few up-and-downs, I had an orgasm and finished the exercise unscathed. I concluded that having something to wrap my kegels around while enjoying spasms is much more ideal then just tickling the kitty. I hopped into bed excited that I discovered a new technique within the creative hobby of masturbation. I should have just stayed in bed and fallen asleep, but then I wouldn’t have this story to tell.
I decided to do it again. So once more the bottle stood at attention. This time I felt a little more adventurous so I increased speed and doubled up on the rhythm. But like all zealous and inexperienced teenagers, I had abandoned caution. At one point the bottle slipped out, and as I came back down it hit my pubic bone and bounced its way inside at an aggressive speed and angle, ripping through my hymen.
I had remembered hearing about bleeding once your hymen is broken and how sometimes there can be a lot of blood. Sometimes women panic, but it is actually normal and there is nothing to worry about. But I hadn’t accounted for my hymen breaking under such reckless circumstances, so I immediately didn’t think it was normal.
It was dark in my room, so I didn’t see but felt warm blood gush down my legs. I thought I was going to die. I threw on a robe and stuffed a towel between my legs. I knew I needed help. I went out into the hall and called downstairs for my twin sister but there was no answer. Alas, the only person home was my poor father.
The unsuspecting man was in the shower when I knocked on the door and opened it a crack, asking if I could talk to him right now, because it’s really important. Like a good father, he told me to hold on for one second. He got out of the shower and put on a white towel that he had to hold together with his hand.
He was sitting on the toilet when I came in. I honestly don’t remember what I said, but he definitely understood that I broke my own hymen while masturbating. My father sighed deeply and rubbed his temples. He told me that I was going to be fine. I didn’t think he understood the damage I had done to myself so I showed him the blood-soaked towel so he would realize the emergency. He looked at it and still assured me I was going to be fine.
All I had to do was wear a pad and not put anything else up there in the meantime. I realized that this emergency was not an emergency and that I had traumatized both of us for no good reason. We both sat there in the bathroom silently for a moment. But then the awkwardness became unbearable so my father tried to remedy the discomfort.
I cringed as he told me stories about sex and blood from his experience. Like when he was a teenager he had dry-humped a girl until his penis bled, some of which got on the girl’s jeans. He also told me that his one girlfriend, who had lived with us, was a virgin when they first had sex and it had looked like a massacre scene. My fingernails dug into the palms of my hands. I was mortified and I felt sorry for both of us.
I don’t remember exactly how our exchange ended, but eventually I was sitting downstairs in the kitchen by myself, eating pasta. I had put on underwear and a pad. I felt like crawling into a hole somewhere. My brother came home and sat down at the table with me. I remember thinking he has no idea about the horrific event that just happened to me. And then I burst out laughing. It startled my brother and he asked me what was so funny. I continued to listen to him while smiling.
This has happened to me a couple of times. When I am so mortified that I can’t imagine life beyond that moment, because of the embarrassment that I have to carry with me, but then the whole thing turns into a comedy, which makes life easier, as though it were some kind of evolutionary mechanism. Without this mechanism, embarrassment would drive human beings off cliffs in herds, like lemmings.
That following weekend I was staying with my mother. I pulled her aside and told her my humiliating secret. My mother did something she does only once in a great while that always entertains me. Her face turned red and she covered her mouth. Her whole body shook and very little noise came out of her except once she took a deep enough breath, she squealed with laughter.
My mother got on the phone with my eldest sister and told her the story. My Coke bottle incident spread through the family like wild fire. I remember lying on my grandmother’s bed the following Christmas Eve with a large group of my female cousins, recounting the story while they all laughed. My sister Elizabeth (the previous owner of the Coke bottle) told the entire floor of her dorm room. I was visiting her once and a guy I had never met handed me a can of Cherry Coke.
I like the idea that I lost my virginity to myself and not to some dickhead.
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Does it count as the best sex of
your life if you can't remember it?
I work long, long hours at a New
York digital media property that shall remain nameless. It's a super-crazy
schedule and I am forever getting home at midnight, much to the dismay of my
saintly, ever-patient husband Bill.
One night, when we had a crushing
deadline and I was there until after midnight and had to come back in the
office first thing the following morning, my (male) boss gave me an Ambien so I
could sleep easier that night and come in early the next day. There are about
fifteen things wrong with this picture, now that I think about it, but that is
the craziness that is my media life.
Anyway, I took the pill on the way
home, trying to time it so I could collapse just inside our door, rather than
outside. I arrived inside our apartment to find my husband asleep in bed, my
dinner in the warming drawer, and two wineglasses on the counter. One empty,
one full. I sat down heavily with my dinner, and as I drank the wine, I stared
at his empty glass, musing on what I was doing with my life. It wasn't like I'd
blown him off for dinner, and yet...it sort of was. Was this spousal abuse of
some kind? I didn't know and was too drowsy to think too much about it.
I forgot, clearly, that you aren't
supposed to mix Ambien and alcohol. The rules are clear on that. But I was
headed straight to bed, so it didn't matter, right? I distinctly remember
rolling my commuting jeans and underwear off as one unit, like a dirty rubber
band, and slipping into a pair of cotton panties and a camisole top. Then I
crawled in next to my snoring bear of a husband and slept the sleep of the
damned.
I woke up the next morning feeling
great...birds shining, sun chirping. My cotton panties were neatly folded by
the side of the bed, which was weird; I’m not normally fussy at the best of
times, so it was hard to believe I would have done that in my addled stupor. I
staggered groggily out to the main room, where Bill was cooking up some eggs.
"Well," he said, with a
grin. "That was one hell of an apology."
I frowned, having no idea what he
meant.
"Last night?" he said. A
beat. "Don’t tell me you don’t remember!"
Apparently, sometime after I crawled
into bed, we had sex. No, not just sex: The bang-fest of the ages. Crazy shit.
Bill said I was an animal. Not "enthusiastic," or "eager,"
you understand, but like a real actual grunting and rutting animal. "You
did stuff I've never seen you do before," he said, after trying gamely to
induce me to recall the night.
I had to confess I had no memory of
the whole thing. Not a single salacious detail. It was a total sleep-fucking
blackout. If Bill told me I'd snapped and killed a man, or gone on a
windshield-smashing spree in our neighborhood, I'd have no choice but to
believe him. And though he was partly amused, I could tell he was also partly
hurt that we weren't going to be able to share this memory. As punishment, he
refused to provide any details of my game-changing depravity. (Bastard!)
I went to work that day still
stunned, thinking, I'm pretty sure I'm going to quit. If this wasn't a
quality-of-life-questioning moment, I don't know what is. To this day I
wish to hell I could remember what we did, though. It was one of the greatest
sex nights in my husband’s life, and me? I don't even have a warm memory to
fall back on.
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I called my boyfriend over, on a Saturday night to come to my complex
unit that I share with my roommate since she was gone for the night. Told him I
needed to be in his muscly arms. 20 minutes later, there we are, on the sofa
fully-clothed in a sweet embrace. Whilst our lips are locked, enjoying the
taste of the others mouth, we both start feeling each other through the
material of our clothes. He unhooks my bra with my shirt still on letting it
fall revealing my double D breasts. My nipples are hard clearly showing through
my shirt. I reach for his crotch where I grab his junk with my hand letting him
give a little moan into my mouth. With each time I rub his dick growing hard
through his shorts, he takes my nipples and pinches them making me horny for
more. As we pulled away from each other, he rushed to take my shirt off
revealing my large breasts immediately taking my right boob into his mouth
lapping his tongue all over my nipple while using his other hand to unbutton my
pants. I got up, letting them fall to the ground as he goes to take my panties
off. I stop him. Instead taking his shirt off to reveal his large chest, going
down to take off his pants to reveal his bulge, we stop in the heat of moment.
Only to notice my roommate Chavel standing intrigued by us with her hand down
her pants. I've always wanted to have a threesome. Without consulting my
boyfriend, I ask if she wants to join us, my boyfriend doesn't hesitate. I went
and took her by the hand taking her hand out of her pants and placed them in my
mouth. The warmth of her melted in my mouth, and I took her by the hand and led
her to my boyfriend. There, she took her shirt off, and before she could unhook
her bra. I stepped in making love to her neck whilst unhooking her bra
revealing small petite pink nipples. I take her pants and panties off and feel
her vagina, wet with her pussy juices. We focus our attention back to my
boyfriend who has removed his pants and jocks revealing his large, hard cock
...
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My cousin and i went 2 the races and got quite intoxicated
and out of our 9-5 work clothes. We both went and hooked up with 2 brothers,
and in the morning both the guys were gone and we had no idea where we were. We
found some mail with the address and called a taxi. Talking in the cab on our
way home we both realised that neither of us remembered their names. And the
guy had condoms that were to big 4 his little choad.. hahaha Never drink n dine
with a stranger after Melbourne Cup Races when the boss is paying hahaha
I have had a lot of sex. Most of it great, some of it not so
great and then one terrible, horrible, cringe-worthy experience. So while I
could sit here and write about one of the former times, it’s the latter that I
choose to tell you about today. And please note, dear reader, that I’ve only
shared this story with one other person – my bestie. You’ll soon see why. My
first mistake in this experience was flirting with a guy I worked with. You know
how they say you shouldn’t dip your pen in the company ink? Well there’s a very
good reason for that – if it goes wrong, you still have to face each other
daily! My second mistake involves automobiles. Now I don’t know much about cars
(if you ask me what type of car I drive, I’d say a maroon one), but I do know
that a guy who drives a car that looks like a cockroach, should be avoided at
all costs. Well I know that now. I mean really, what sort of dork would
willingly, nay proudly, drive a car that resembles a creature most people will
happily squash with a thong (the footwear type, not the lingerie type)? Looking
back, on some level I must have known the evening would turned pear-shaped as I
took a bottle of Jim Beam with me when I went to his place for dinner. That was
probably the best part of the evening actually – the dinner. Lasagne. Not
home-made lasagne, but the type you buy in the frozen section at Coles or
Woolies. That’s right, dear reader, store-bought-frozen-lasagne was the best
bit of the night!! After dinner and a glass of JB & coke we settled in to
watch ‘The Commitments’ (remember? It was voted Best Irish Film of All Time in
2005??). Anyway, towards the end of the movie he decided to start making a move
on me. Now I’d love to tell you that after extended foreplay, we moved to the
bedroom where we made sweet, sweet love – but alas that didn’t happen. If you'd
like to read what happens next please visit http://www.naughtylittleangel.com.au
I have had a lot of sex. Most of it great, some of it not so
great and then one terrible, horrible, cringe-worthy experience. So while I
could sit here and write about one of the former times, it’s the latter that I
choose to tell you about today. And please note, dear reader, that I’ve only
shared this story with one other person – my bestie. You’ll soon see why. My
first mistake in this experience was flirting with a guy I worked with. You
know how they say you shouldn’t dip your pen in the company ink? Well there’s a
very good reason for that – if it goes wrong, you still have to face each other
daily! My second mistake involves automobiles. Now I don’t know much about cars
(if you ask me what type of car I drive, I’d say a maroon one), but I do know
that a guy who drives a car that looks like a cockroach, should be avoided at
all costs. Well I know that now. I mean really, what sort of dork would
willingly, nay proudly, drive a car that resembles a creature most people will
happily squash with a thong (the footwear type, not the lingerie type)? Looking
back, on some level I must have known the evening would turned pear-shaped as I
took a bottle of Jim Beam with me when I went to his place for dinner. That was
probably the best part of the evening actually – the dinner. Lasagne. Not
home-made lasagne, but the type you buy in the frozen section at Coles or
Woolies. That’s right, dear reader, store-bought-frozen-lasagne was the best
bit of the night!! After dinner and a glass of JB & coke we settled in to
watch ‘The Commitments’ (remember? It was voted Best Irish Film of All Time in
2005??). Anyway, towards the end of the movie he decided to start making a move
on me. Now I’d love to tell you that after extended foreplay, we moved to the
bedroom where we made sweet, sweet love – but alas that didn’t happen. What did
happen was that we kissed for a few minutes and that was then he decided to
inform me that he was a virgin!! AAAHHHH!!! Are you kidding me???? I...
It was Sunday morning and my girlfriend had the day off
work. I told her to come over and keep me company while I sleep in. She turned
up at about 9 and was wearing a jacket that she usually wears in winter that
just goes to above her knees. I didn't pay any more attention than that, but
when I go to jump into bed, she takes her jacket off to.. Her sexiest pink
lingerie that I bought her a few months earlier. She jumps into bed and
straight away I am kissing her, biting her lip and moving down her neck kissing
from side to side. I slowly move down her body kissing from her neck down to
her chest, pulling her bra off and kissing her boobs and nipples. After
sometime of kissing her, I moved down her stomach to her waist line to tease
her, kissing over her panties and down her legs teasing her more and more. When
she thinks I’m going to go down on her and slide my hand under her panties, I
move back up her stomach kissing up her chest to her neck and biting her lip
again. She grabs my and squeezes my back wanting more. I give in and slide back
down pulling off her panties and sliding my fingers into her feeling how wet
she is. As I slide them in and out, I start kissing from her stomach down to
her vagaina where I focus on her clit. She pulls my head towards her and I
switch between fingers and oral. I use my fingers going slow and deep, than
faster and mixing it between shallow and deep. She begs to put my penis in her,
but she pushes me onto my back and does the same, down my neck, chest, abs and
kisses all around my penis. She than teases by making me think she will put it
in her mouth, but she doesn't and kisses my stomach and when im least expecting
she puts it deep into her mouth. Using her tongue to make me moan when she
licks over the head of my penis. I than beg for her to get up and ride me. She
gets up and slides my penis into her vagina for the wettest most amazing
feeling. After a few minutes we switch positions a few times and towards the
end, we end up o...
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We didn’t stay long that day — beef stroganoff was waiting for us in the dining hall — but I continued to think of S3 as a place of adventure. I hardly returned, but I liked the idea of the store’s presence. It was exciting to be inside; it seemed like a place of silly fun. Whenever I walked by, I cracked a little smile.
But S3 is actually much more than an emporium of dildos and flavored condoms.
BethAnn Karmeisool, a vibrant woman in her early 40s with a new set of braces and easy passion in her voice, started the store in 1995. It was the tail end of the AIDS crisis, which began in the late 70s and killed hundreds of thousands of people before anyone fully understood how the disease was even spreading. Though hope was slowly approaching people were learning how to prolong the disease’s transition from HIV to full-blown, lethal AIDS with incredibly expensive and often harmful drugs — fear was everywhere.
“People were afraid to hug each other. People were afraid to kiss each other,” Karmeisool said, her voice’s bright tone flattening into one of sadness. “20 years ago, when I’d be in a group of people and I’d say ‘What is your number one fear regarding your sexual health?’ They would say, ‘HIV, contracting HIV.’ People were afraid to die.”
Most of the hysteria came from a misunderstanding about the disease. People were getting bad information — many thought AIDS could be contracted from poppers, toilet seats and skin-to-skin contact — which led to panic amongst even those who were low risk.
At the time, Karmeisool was 23 years old with a job in corporate America. She was making plenty of money; she owned her own house and had two nice cars. But she was stunned that people were still contracting and dying from a disease that they could easily avoid if armed with the right facts. She wanted to help save those innocent lives, so she got involved. Karmeisool’s journey with sexual heath started at The Rainbow Connection, Michigan’s version of the Make-A-Wish Foundation, where she worked with AIDS-infected adolescents. Eventually, with a little help from her proud and philanthropic parents, Karmeisool opened S3.
Though the sale of adult toys and products are Karmeisool’s means of staying in business, she is adamant that a commitment to promoting sexual health comes first. In fact, under especially difficult circumstances she has gone as far as giving away condoms and products to people who could not afford them. She even went back for her Masters in Public Health after opening S3 to reinforce her commitment to the store’s mission, which was always to provide “consistent and correct information about sexual health, but do it in a way that was open, normalizing sex, reducing stigma and making the store available to all people regardless of age, race, sexual orientation, economic standing, religious values.” It’s crucial to Karmeisool that customers at S3 can ask any employee personal questions without feeling judgment, and get information that will improve their lives.
To ensure that this approach to customer service stays consistent, S3’s hiring process is extremely rigorous and selective.
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hi mai 21 saal ka ho mai mere gahr
mai akela raheta ho mere america mai hai mai mere aunty k saat raheta hao
aunty ki umer 24 saal haia abhi mai apne story bata raha ho ye un dino ki
baat hai jab mai s y bsc mai taha ek din jab mai se aaya to dekaha k aunty
sfaaye kar rahe or un k boobs dekh rahe hai mai dekh raha thaa k acchanak
aunty n mere tarf dkaha likin kuch nahi boli or o jab chalti to on bam buhat
hilte thee mere uncale bhi mumbai mai kaam p hai o mahine mai 1 martaba aate
hai aunty ziya tar naituy mai hai 1 din mai or aunty gahar ki safaye kar rahe
tahee tabhi mera haat un boobs ko laga likin o kuch nahi boli mai samjah ki
aunty samjah rahi hai dusre din jab mai collaga se aaya to 7 baje thee mai or
aunty kahana kahi tabhi mai ne dekaha k aunty ne naity k andar kuch nahi
pahna hai mai un k boobs dekh raha thaa to aunty boli dekh raha hai to mai
kuch nahi bola tu wo boli tere ko chaye to boal mai boala kaya o boali kahana
kahao phir batati h
o mai samjaha ki aunty ko sex karna hai kahana kahane k baad aunty boli aoo idar aunty mujahe apne bedroom lgai or boli abhi deko mujahe mai pori tumahri ho mai ne un boobs ko haat lagaya us ne aakhe band ki mai ne aunty ko bead par rakha phir kis karne laga phir o bhi saat dene lagi phir mai ne un k sab kapde nikale un k boos chosne laga us k baad mai ne apne paind nikale aunty ne mere dekah ne baad boli itna bada hai ina bada tere uncal ka nahi hai mai ne aunty k gand mai tuch kiya to o boli ab deer mat karo dalo jaldi mai 1 jatka diya aunty chilaye aaa margai nikalo mai n 1 nahi soni mai baki d bahar thaa o dusre jahtke mai andar dala aunty cila rahi thi thore time k baad o shant howi or o bhi saat dene lagi phir mai andar bahar kar ne laga aunty boli or zor se mai or zor se karne laga hum dono 45 minut tak karte rahe phir aunty tahk gai auty boli bus mai kaha 1 bar mai aap k pech se dalta ho boli mat tumahra buhat bada hai mai zabardasti ki or un k dala o chilai naikalo dard ho raha hai mai 10 minut k baad nikala phir aunty boli buhat maza aaya jtna k tere uncal se nahi aaya abhi tak phir hum do saat mai naahe abhi jab bhi mera moode hota hai to mai aunty ko chodta ho sab mai ye baat aunty jab bhi chal ti hai to un ki gand bhuhat hilti hai bhhat badi hai or o kabhi panty nahi pahnte abhi jab bhi mai gahr mai rahe ta ho to aunty kuch bhi nahi pahenti mujahe mere aunty ki ganad buhat passand hai din bahr hilti hai aap ki asi aunty hai kya batao ?  |
