Virgin Humour
So, You Want to Lose Your Virginity?
Just like line dancing you’re gonna need a partner!

Virginity. It’s such a dirty word.
It causes more fear and anxiety than it should when we’re talking about the beautiful act of making sweet lovey love.
Are you sitting there thinking that you’ll never feel the warm embrace of another human to try some rumpy pumpy with?
Is the thought of sexual relations more intimidating than a large woman attacking you with a pair of handcuffs and a fluffy truncheon?
That’s what I thought.
By the time you’ve read this, you may have been laid up to 50 + times. No longer will you have to pretend to your friends that your new “lover” goes to a different school.
Ready to get ya thrust on? Let’s get started!
Take Care and Prepare!

Let’s face it, you’re unlikely to be a James Bourne or a Jason Bond on your first time shaking your Martini. It’s still important to be as good as you possibly can at your first attempt.
Do this stuff, in this order.
- Shave down below — If you’re struggling maybe contact your local tree surgeon/gardener and ask for advice. They can do callouts in extreme cases.
- Find a nearby bench to practice your thrust on — you’re not ready for the bed yet — this is good as you can ask passers by for advice.
- If you’re a non-thruster, go to the grocery store and to an aisle of your choosing. I personally like the World Foods section. Bend down to the bottom shelf and stay like that for like 3/4 minutes.
- Get in the Zone — It’s nearly go time. Stand in your mirror and yell at yourself about your flaws as a human being until you’re feeling aroused.
“Fail to prepare, prepare to fail” — That boxer guy.
Raunchy Ramble

The prep’s done, now you need to find a partner.
This ain’t no science lesson. You’ve gotta find it within yourself to create that chemistry.
The best place to meet a cuddle chum is at a bar. You’re gonna need a lot of alcohol for this one.
Drink until you can’t see straight and then try find an outline of someone vaguely attractive in your drunken state. Get chatting. You find out you like the same type of kitchen towel.
You’re now taking them home for some lovely romanticising.
How did this move so quickly?
The chat, my friend.
People in bars love other drunken idiots who can talk about kitchen towels and stand up straight. Let the lovey-dovey dancing commence!
Doing the Deed

All the work, all the preparation, comes down to this moment. You can finally be able to tick “Had Sex” off your to-do list — along with “Seen a Boob/Male Reproductive Organ” and “Conversed with a Stranger.”
Your partner in waiting has gone to let their weird dog out, who keeps shagging your leg, and you now have a moment to compose yourself. Remember your training, young padawan.
Now they’re back! It is time.
Due to new Medium rules, I cannot divulge what will happen as things are taken to the next level. I cannot afford to get sued again. I don’t make enough off this bloody platform to afford that.
Therefore the following videos will describe the process most people like to call “Sex”.
Watch and learn, people. Watch and learn.







