My first job was in the bed of my parents.

At the time I worked as a waitress in a club just outside of Pordenone, Italy. I remember it like it was yesterday. At the end of the evening a man came to me and asked “How Much”. The whole thing was so blunt and sudden that I decided to be just as blunt and replied “A Thousand Euros”. I could see that he was taken aback, he didn’t expect such a steep number nor that I would be just as direct. But there was also admiration in his face, he took the challenge and decided to wait for me until I finished my shift. I was twenty-one years old.

At the time I lived alone. Somehow everyone was out for a few months and I loved the flexibility this gave me to work, go to school and plan my life independently. Once we came out of the club the question arose “Where Should We Go”. We couldn’t go to his, there were no hotels anywhere near, it was late and I didn’t want to get bogged down into endless deliberations so I just invited this Italian man to come to mine, and this is how it happened that my first job was in the bed of my parents. It all turned out pretty well in the end.

My First Time Ever though happened only three months before the above described first recompensed adventure. I was then in Puglia, Italy, but I must start this tale a little earlier still…….. Before Puglia I was in Thailand, partying, exploring, merging with freedom and becoming myself. I was a virgin.

The best people to hang out with for me were the Israelis. They were the best party buddies and backpackers just like me. There is something that links all of us Mediterranean people, there is a way that they speak very similar to how we speak in southern Italy. A brilliant sense of humor and an absolute “Live In The Moment” setting. Fine by me. One day I run into three friends, three Israeli guys I begun spending a lot of time with, chilling, smoking pot, sharing stories. Very quickly I singled out one of them as the one I wanted to sleep with for the first time.

Until this point there have been so many young men that had wanted to fuck me, to continue the foreplay I was so stubbornly sticking to, waiting for that special person. So there I was, in Thailand, my body has picked a man, its message was clear, he was the one. Life however had other plans for me! He said no because his girlfriend was on her way from some other island to join him soon.

I started laughing. The irony! At twenty-one we still think simply, there are no circumstances, what we see is what is and I was a hundred percent convinced that he will be the one because this is how I felt. Funny eh. He wasn’t. I smiled and continued the friendship, the cruising and wandering. After all there was always the next party to go to.

A month later I am back in Italy, in Puglia, waitressing at a club, still a virgin. His name is Stefano, he worked behind the bar with me. I very quickly developed feelings for him and decided that he was the one, but life took again another detour!

I found myself surrounded by party people again and I was high most of the time. On one particular evening I found myself partying in the home of a young woman. Just the two of us. She must have been in her mid thirties. I was still twenty-one.

I’ve always felt to be bisexual, as a teenager the female sex has always held a strong sexual pull for me. I don’t remember her name but I was in her home and we made love all night. At some point in the small hours her boyfriend joined us, he tried to penetrate me, we were in a threesome position on the couch where she was on top of me, my legs spread wide, her man behind her trying to fuck me.

But as a virgin I was so tight that he never managed to put it in and after a while he walked out leaving us alone. Another vision I remember really well is she laying in her quite large triangular bathtub. She had positioned the water jet to fall directly on her pussy, telling me how amazing this trick is and how much she enjoyed it.

Technically hence, my first time is with a woman. But the next day I was with Stefano, completely sober and in love just as I had wanted my first time to be. I didn’t know what I was doing but I remember this intense feeling of relaxedness descend upon me after we were done. Alas it was all quite quick and over in less than five minutes……. (I waited to see whether anything else was going to happen………?) but no, we cuddled up and after a while I slept like a baby. Little did he know the paths I was going to choose soon after…….

Six months later I went to Japan where I became a full time escort, Stefano and I tried to keep in touch, we even met once in London a few years later and had sex again, but I was by then very far from innocent……. I’ve changed and it was not the same any more. Bless him.

Work ensued, I never got high again and after Japan I even quit drinking! Hence me being teetotal as many of you know. Strength is in a clear mind. The pleasure too. Real pleasure. And that’s good enough for me.