I never told any of my friends about those two guys, and seeing as they were in their mid to late 20's and I was a junior in high school (yeah I know) they wouldn't have found out through the regular channels. I actually blocked it from my memory for several years.

No, not Neil Gaiman. Not quite that famous. (I'm not sure I could have resisted Neil Gaiman, though, even absent a lesbian/arrangement story!)

Alas, no, I'll keep that part of the secret. :) I'll reserve outing anyone directly for criminal/dangerous behavior and this was just really douche-y - tempting though. :)

It had been roughly six months since I had sex and I had gotten a call from a girl I hadn't seen for a long time. I also happened to be on my third or fourth bowl of chili at the moment of such said call. Her idea, as is always her idea, was to get some drinks and see where the night takes us. Being the dry spell it…

A deaf girl in Korea. She was hot and cute, and thanks to most Korean men ignoring handicap women, she was more than happy to have a white guy hit on her. I didn't know any sign language at all, barely knew any Korean, but somehow we communicated to each other that we wanted to fuck. One little detail that I didn't…

So wait. He never went down on you??? When a guy offers to go down on me he better fucking deliver. That's where I draw the line.

I feel like I was/am late to this. White guy with dreadlocks. He played guitar and loved…you guessed it Bob Marley. Every day I wake up having not slept with another guy like him is a day I'm thankful for. Teenage me was an absolute travesty.

There's a guy known intimately amongst my close friends as "trashcan."

He was like the stereotypical rodeo guy too. I remember tight jeans, button up shirt, boots, and I think his name was Dustin. That has to be the most cowboy name in the history of cowboy names.

The summer before I started grad school, I lost a ton of weight. I'd been "that fat girl" for most of my life, so being thinner opened me up to this whole new world of romantic and sexual attention—and I had no idea how to handle it properly.

The embarrassing partner in question was a punk hipster (which apparently is…

The scene: a frat house in LA. The boy: a shirtless bringer of 151 to the punch bowl (he was wearing shoes, so 1 point for me). Me: drunk off my ass without a care in the world with a boyfriend comfortably hundreds of miles away (-3 points for me).

For maybe a year and a half we kept up our NSA funsexytimes. Eventually we had a "no talking" rule, which was definitely for the best. I instated it after he told me all about how this stripper at the club was so into him. "Dude, she has to act like that. To get your money." "No, no, she was really cool and we had…

Oh my god. Okay here it goes.

oh god, this is happening.

Aw, thanks! It was 5+ years ago, but I'm always up for a sundae.

The ones who have the most outwardly embarrassing descriptions were probably the best lovers. And really, what's embarrassing about having fantastic sex, even if the guy does wear toe rings, or asks to remove your menstrual cup with his teeth? Nothing. Nothing at all. Embrace that shit.

I should also say that all of his friends sided with me and now will have nothing to do with him. Including people who knew him from middle school.

My ex fiancé. I mean, I not old slept with this loser I was engaged to him. I don't even know where to start.

I have nothing to contribute (not because my lays were that great, but because I don't have a sex life), so I'll just be over here, waiting for the comments. This should be a fun thread.

I had sex with a 22 year old as a 36 year old. Not the worst, but dumb as hell.