It Was Love When: Tales from the Beginning of Love » sexy

The music man

admin — Wed, 26 Jan 2011 08:00:17 +0000

I was sitting across the room from him while he and his friends jammed out on their guitars. We were all a little tipsy and having a blast. I couldn’t keep my eyes off him, and once he put the guitar down I couldn’t keep my hands off either. Musicians must love their love lives.

—Abby

Postscript: We’ll see where the road takes us…

High school lovers

admin — Thu, 26 Aug 2010 10:00:05 +0000

It was New Year’s Eve, and we were drunk. We made out in her kitchen while her mom was arguing with our annoying Russian friend. She told me she loved me, and I said “I love you, too.” And I meant it. We dated in secret until the end of high school. During our first year at separate colleges, I broke up with her, not realizing it would be me with the broken heart.

—Regretta

Postscript: I’ve always wondered what my life would be like had we never split up.

Drool at first sight

admin — Tue, 17 Aug 2010 10:00:36 +0000

It was drool at first sight when I saw him run up a sunny hill—shirtless. I randomly bumped into him at a bar where my running group was celebrating a race. Turns out he had secretly asked my coach for e-mail updates on my whereabouts so he could finally meet me. We stood outside talking by my car. All our friends left, then the waiters, then the cooks. When the drunken bums started roaming around us, we finally knew it was really late…and that we were hooked.

—Paula

Postscript: We’re engaged!

Why the hell is that type of girl smiling at me?

admin — Tue, 10 Aug 2010 10:00:35 +0000

She smiled at me, and I was like, “Why the hell is that type of girl smiling at me?” I was watching Star Trek: Voyager reruns on my dual monitor setup at work. She was “cheerleader hot”: size zero, tanned, practiced yoga. To say the least, she wasn’t my “type,” but I invited her out with my friend and I to see a movie. Afterward I asked her if she wanted to come over and have some spaghetti. We got back to my studio apartment, and I told her I wasn’t the type to kiss a girl first. She did. It was primal. Hot. Over and over.

—Aaron

Postscript: We were married eight months later. Our first child was born one year after that.

Sext and forget

admin — Sat, 03 Jul 2010 10:00:41 +0000

We texted back and forth for a while. I realized he wasn’t the brightest bulb in the box, which in my world is a bit of a turnoff. Then he texted me: “Every time I get a text from you, my dick sturrs.” It was the most inappropriate and cutest text anyone has ever sent me. And I loved it.

—T.C.

Postscript: My inbox is filled with dirty pictures. He is gorgeous, and I’ve learned to get over the grammatical divide.

Roses are red, violets are…naked

tdomf_62a71 — Sun, 06 Jun 2010 10:00:38 +0000

As I was reading her a poem that I wrote she started taking off her clothes.

— Andrew

Postscript: Poetry gets me laid.

The Office

tdomf_62a71 — Mon, 31 May 2010 14:53:07 +0000

I liked her for several months. Flirty text back and forth always so secretive. She was working for me for a month, filing mostly. She sat on my desk one night, straddling my keyboard!!! She made some comment about how she always has to make the first move!!! When she unbuttoned my pants she turned red and gushed!!! Haven’t had a lonely night since!!

— lalsplows

Postscript: I am the happiest I have ever been, meeting the love of my life during a late night office hook up!!!

Super Freak

tdomf_62a71 — Mon, 17 May 2010 09:53:15 +0000

After a few dates we finally had sex and it was EPIC! She’s a FREAK!

— B to the Ryan

Postscript: Still freaky and I’m shopping for rings!

Taco Bell Lust

admin — Sun, 09 May 2010 04:22:25 +0000

I realized I wanted to have sex with him everywhere…outside, in the car, behind Taco Bell…I’d do anything for him…

— Victoria

Postscript: …including max out my credit card to bail him out. He stole from me, cheated on me and broke my heart.

Green-Eyed Threesome

admin — Mon, 26 Apr 2010 04:00:50 +0000

After three years of dating she decided she wanted to start having threesomes. Of course I was ALL about it.

— Chris

Postscript: Though it was fun, we just couldn’t handle it. She became really jealous and insecure and we decided to end it. We still hang out occasionally though and she wants to get back together, all the while dangling the prospects of threesomes in front of me like a dirt farmer dangling a carrot in front of a mule.