When I was a freshman in high school, my first serious girlfriend opened me up to the wonders of make-out marathons. Although there was no actual sex, there was that (in hindsight, depressing) orgasm-through-clothing experience-but only her clothing, her orgasms. Soon, it became expected, and never reciprocated. As summer approached, she made it clear that we were going to sleep together, but I was growing physically sore and weary of our lop-sided mash sessions. I didn’t mind “waiting” and wasn’t applying pressure, but her attitude irked me. Once, just before summer break, she joked, “Well, I could always say no.” So could I. Sex was power and a game to her, and I took my piece off the board. So to speak.

—John

Aftermath: I didn’t call her much after that, and handled it very badly, dragging out the official breakup until after the summer.

We were at a dance club with some of my friends from school. I went to get a beer and when I came back, I noticed that my girlfriend was dancing with a guy that I knew was a total player. At first it really didn’t bother me all that much. But after the song ended and they continued dancing to the next one, which was much slower, I started to get irritated. They were dancing much closer now and his leg was in between hers Lambada style. I tried to calm myself down, but as I watched them, I got more and more furious. The moment when he leaned in and whispered something in her ear and she started laughing was when the dam burst. I marched onto the dance-floor, pulled him off and shoved him aside. I grabbed my girlfriend’s arm, a little too firmly, and dragged her off the dance-floor. “What the f**k are you doing!?” I screamed in her face. She ripped her arm free, shook her head and looked directly in my eyes. “What the f**k are you doing?”

—Sam

Aftermath: We stayed together for a few weeks after that, but both knew something had changed that night. I had apologized profusely, saying that I trusted her, but I knew that the guy she was dancing with was a sleaze ball. Later, I asked what he’d been whispering to her and she said that he’d asked her how much she wanted to bet that he could get a blowjob that night.

The UPS guy who delivers at my office asked me out. I said yes and we went to a neutral, no pressure pub. He told me about his hobbies, which included every manner of outdoor activity, and interests, which included having lots of very Christian kids. Sigh…the boy was a beauty, and I’d been single long enough to respond to the flirtation, which gave him the impression that after one date I wanted to spend the night with him, and heck, maybe have some babies. I stood by my car apologizing for my abrupt change of heart, while he tried convincing me to come inside by picking me up bodily and moving me towards his house.

—Sasha

Aftermath: He called once or twice after that, and I, foolishly, stopped by his place to apologize in person for being a “cock tease.” He doesn’t deliver here anymore.

This guy and I were friends for a while, but I was in a long-term relationship and he lived out of town. My boyfriend and I broke up, and my friend flew all the way from Texas to visit, just to make sure I was okay. One thing led to another, and we ended up in bed. He started “pumping” so fast, I couldn’t hold back the laughter. I asked him to get off of me and asked him to leave.

—Ilovesunshine

Aftermath: We never really talked again, and I lost a very dear friend. I wish we never crossed that line.

I was with a women for the first time, on the couch at her home when some lights came on in another room, I heard the refrigerator door open, she said “keep going, it’s just my son.”

— Cobra193

Aftermath: She lie there naked, I grabbed my clothes and left, never to look back again!