This includes the perineum, which is apparently the “male clitoris”, the interesting wrinkly bit of skin between the end of the balls and the beginning of the asshole. For women, this is mainly just a bony bit that bruises if you’re too skinny, but not for men, it seems.

I once knew a girl who described a large bodybuilder as having a body that “felt like one giant, erect cock.” So yes, I must say, a giant, erect cock feels rather like a miniature bodybuilder. The skin is soft, what’s beneath is hard and pulsates with small movements like the smaller tendons and fibres in a very lean bodybuilder’s arm.

Pierre took his time about putting his miniature bodybuilder to its appropriate use. The lingering moments he spent in fondling my breasts, running his tongue around my ass and flicking it across my clitoris, all reassured me more and more than I had picked the right man to be rapidly experiencing the First Time with.

I had to consciously refrain from reaching orgasm within five seconds of feeling his massive cock snugly slipping inside me. I will not attempt to describe how it feels, because English is woefully short of subtle language for sex. (Unlike, say, ancient Greek or Roman Latin, which got very specific about who was doing what to whom with what, and where.) The earth didn’t move. It didn’t have to. I just had an explosive orgasm, with every muscle of my body. An explosive orgasm is as descriptive as it needs to get, really.

Pierre himself took his time about it. This is rare for a man, but the whole point of picking him over any number of other men was the high probability that he knew how to do it.

That was the end of my virginity. And it’s funny, but when I think back on it, there are two moments in my life that have been such great triumphs they fill me with a lasting sense of purpose and joie de vivre that continue to echo throughout my life.