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marywalto · 3 years

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marywalto · 4 years

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It's been a hot minute.

I haven’t written in years, so if this is utter garbage, I just want to apologize in advance.

The last story, was about the time I lost my virginity. Now I'm going to tell you about the first time I slept with a virgin.

When I was 17 years old, I was still working at my first job – Coles Supermarkets, and I was working with a boy who was/is just the most beautiful man I’ve probably ever laid my eyes on. (Even my sister and my mum think he’s hot, and we don’t usually agree on things like that.) Jake was a year older than me, and I remember always wanting to work near him so we could talk between customers. Jake was tanned, with dark brown hair, occasionally sporting a beard. I used to think he looked like Taylor Lautner, so just...do with that information what you will.

After working with Jake for a few months, I added him on Facebook and we started talking. One night, at my sister’s “house-warming” party (her first time living out of home), I had been messaging Jake. I was so bored at this party, there wasn’t much for me to do there as I wasn’t able to drink (driving) and I didn’t know anyone apart from my sister. I was talking to Jake all night, and then asked him if he was willing to hang out with me. He agreed, he lived just down the road from my sister's new place, so I drove 2 minutes to his place to pick him up. We had no plans, we just started to drive around as you do, talking and getting to know each other better.

After driving for over an hour, I decided to park somewhere so I didn’t completely waste all of my petrol. I parked in a Primary school car-park, in the same suburb Jake lived. We stayed there for longer than I think either of us expected, as we just continued talking until the early hours of the morning. By about 2am, we had discussed our entire lives with each other. We knew about each other's schooling, our childhoods, love lives (or lack thereof) and dating experiences. We knew just about everything there was to know about a person. During this time, we talked about sex, to which Jake told me he had never had sex before. Jake was a year older than me, so he was 18 at the time. Him telling me this, came as a total shock to me, because as I already mentioned, Jake is one of the most attractive people I’ve ever met, I couldn’t imagine him having issues finding a girl to date/hook up with. But he just wasn’t that kind of guy, he didn’t really put himself out there much.

Somehow, after this conversation, we kissed. And then we started undressing each other in my small little Mitsubishi mirage. Before we actually had sex I remember thinking “are we really going to do this, in my car?” but it happened. Somehow. I’m still not really sure how we both fit in the car’s backseat to make it happen but hey, it happened. I remember Jake throwing the condom out into the car park, only to say “Shit, probably shouldn’t have done that, this is a school parking lot” and we drove away.

Jake and I continued talking and hanging out, occasionally having sex at one of our houses before our parents got home from work (usually his house, because I drove and he didn’t). I thought Jake would want to date me, considering how well we got along and how much we enjoyed having sex with each other, but that never happened- he told me he wasn’t ready for a relationship. I do remember people from work finding out about us and then a few months later it was over. He started dating someone from my school, and I hated him for that.

After he broke up with the girl from my school, he ended up talking to me again, and we had sex a few more times. He even came over and met my mum. Now, he works at the same school as my mum and she asks me about him, because he’s such a “nice boy”. She’s always asking why it never worked out between us, because he’s “so cute”. We talked a few times after that, but he’s now been with his long-term girlfriend for about 4 or 5 years.

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marywalto · 5 years

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she’s got a thing for her friends’ brothers.

Look, if there’s one thing you should know about me when you become my friend, it’s that, if you have a hot brother... I will try to sleep with him. And occasionally, I’ll be successful. Please note: the use of the word hot. I won’t just sleep with your brother because you have one. I will only sleep with your brother if I find him hot.

So, I’m about to tell you the story of when I lost my virginity, but I feel you’ll need a little background. For starters- I lost it to my ex high school best friend’s older brother. Meghan if you’re reading this, I’m a little sorry.

I knew I was attracted to Mitch when I was in year 9. My group of friends and I had all gone to the Canberra Show together, and then Mitch showed up at some point to make sure we got home safely. You know, being the older brother and all. I just thought he was cute, and really it was the only attention I had from any male because the one’s at school just weren’t really... into me. The fact that Mitch was older definitely helped. I always have and always will like older guys. Let’s blame psychology for that one. *cough* daddy issues *cough*

Eventually, when I was about 15 I got the courage to ask Mitch to hang out after school one day. That’s kinda when it started. I caught the bus to meet him in Gungahlin, and we walked around the lake and talked for ages. I was definitely into him after that, but I got scared and I didn’t want to hurt my friend. It took me a couple months to actually let Mitch take me on a date, and I felt like the whole thing moved too quickly. We made out at the movies and I felt uncomfortable so I stopped things. Things died down between us until the end of the school year. And then, it seemed as though I had suddenly changed my mind about him. I was starting at a new school, I was more confident, I had lost weight over the summer and I wanted to lose my virginity. Mitch took me on another date that summer, to go get ice-cream, and suddenly everything was different. When we kissed, I wasn’t scared and shy. I wanted more. That’s how I knew I was ready to have sex.

Lucky for me, my parents went away that summer to Queensland, and left me home alone. I knew what I wanted, so I invited Mitch over to stay the night. I wore this... white babydoll lingerie top thing, and some cute pink undies. I think we both knew what was going to happen that night. But then, it didn’t. Mitch and I kissed (a lot, like.. a good hour or two of making out) and I gave my first hand-job (cringe) but after that, when we eventually got around to the main act, he couldn’t get hard again. So we cuddled and went to bed. I pretty much thought that was it, that was all I was getting and we would maybe make an attempt at a later date, but the next morning things changed. Mitch stayed in bed while I had a shower and got ready for my day, I went back to the bedroom, wearing just underwear, and Mitch grabbed me and we kissed. And then the kissing got intense and all of a sudden we were about to have sex. I remember laying there, looking up at him and just nodding like “yes this is okay”. Fuck me it hurt. I literally cried, and he stopped and asked if I was okay and I just nodded and said “I want to do this, keep going” and laid there, in pain, while I waited for him to be finished. This sounds a lot sadder than it was. I wanted to do this. I expected it to hurt. I knew that after this, things would be better, and they were. After the whole experience, i just felt this sense of accomplishment. I felt proud. I was like “yeah, heck yeah. I just had sex” and for any of you that know the song by the lonely island “I just had sex” I did, actually, run around the house singing that after Mitch left.

Mitch and I had sex a couple other times after that. Once a few days after the first time, once when I was 18 (I drove to his house on my lunch break and had a quickie before I went back to school), and twice when he and his fiance broke up (may have been the cause of that? who knows). One of those times was at my place, and he gave really good head, and the other time was in the back of my car parked out the front of his apartment.

#marywalto #thefirsttime

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marywalto · 5 years

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i have never been good at introductions, but here we go.

So. You’ve made your way to this page, which means you’re curious to know what this is all about. I like you already.

I am going to be writing some short stories in the form of blog posts about, well... my life, essentially.

I want you to know that I will name drop, and I will be using pictures to go along with my stories so if you don’t like that then I would suggest leaving now. A lot of the stories I will be telling will be nsfw (not safe for work) so be warned. There will be talk of sex, probably in detail because I have zero shame.

I can only assume some of you will be asking... why? But the real question here is, why not? I know my friends love hearing the juicy stories about my dating life, so I am sure that some lovely strangers would too. And hopefully, provide some advice, feedback, or even warnings about what to expect in the big bad world of dating, sex and relationships. Consider me your go-to sex/relationship guru. (disclaimer: not a good one)

Also fair warning- I will contradict everything I say. Please expect this. I am a Gemini. Multiple personality bullshit okay? *insert laughing crying emoji*

Have fun and enjoy reading!

#yours truly started a blog #wooow #marywalto

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marywalto · 6 years

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all I want in life is financial stability, consistent kinky sex, and good food.

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marywalto · 6 years

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