Let me start by saying I am no expert in this field, nor do I claim to be. I have a B.A. and some postgrad credits, but that's all. Aside from that, all I have is a (probably) larger-than-average determination not to lie to myself about my own feelings and a sharp memory about my own sexual encounters.The first time I had sex there were neither mind-altering substances used nor any strong-arming. All I did was to answer her questions honestly about whether I'd be disappointed if we didn't do the wild thing. (I said I would be, but no more than that.) So we spent the night together sleeping and fucking and my ego spiked when I told her it was my first time and she reacted with real or feigned disbelief. We shared breakfast in the morning and she went her way. Later that morning and into the afternoon, my stomach felt like it was coated with some metallic substance. It was a rather cold and unhappy feeling.