Now, I know crafting can sometimes seem like you need a degree in glitterology, but these are not those projects.

The next day when we were left alone again by his parents, we couldn’t resist doing it again when we were at the beach. It’s time to roll up your sleeves and add a personal twist to your holiday decor with some seriously cool DIY Christmas decorations. Trust me, these aren’t your grandma’s holiday crafts. Clare said again, “Come on Tom! Don’t worry, I won’t tell mummy, but I might if you don’t let me have a look!” After telling him I was on the Pill, he realised what I had in mind and minutes later we lost our virginity, which felt wonderful.Forget about wandering down store aisles this year. Your home is about to become the envy of every elf in town with decorations that are as unique as they are festive. This exciting adventure was repeated every bedtime. Aunt Frances had a large washing machine and I don’t think she examined my pants before putting them in the wash, which was just as well! All went well for a few days. Then the sky darkened and the rain poured down! Uncle Mike was at his office, of course. Aunt Frances was visiting some friends for the day, and Clare said she would be at the farm attending to her pony until lunchtime. I couldn’t go fishing in that weather, so I said I would stay at home and read the set book from school, which I’d been told to read in the holidays. (It was The War of the Worlds!) I think you can be glad that you lost your virginity to someone close who you respect and feel at ease with, but I’d be wary of turning this into something else before you’ve experienced other relationships. Most Read He’s very handsome and as I fancied him I deliberately made him sexually excited by asking him to rub sun oil over my body while we were sunbathing in the garden. These Christmas crafts are as easy as stealing a cookie from Santa’s plate. Whether you’re a rookie or a seasoned DIYer, there’s something here that’ll make your heart sing jingle bells.

It was on our girls’ holiday to Zante and we’d met some of our guy friends from home. I’d fancied one of them for a few months and as we were getting progressively drunker we went to the beach for some alone time. There were quite a few clubs on the beach, so we headed into the darkness. We eventually ended up down a side alley next to some sunbeds and undressed each another. I’d been going down on him for a few minutes when a bright torch shined on us and old fat Greek man who owned the sunbeds started screaming at us to get off them and chased us down the alley as we were trying to put our clothes on. EmmaLike this article? Sign up to our newsletter to get more articles like this delivered straight to your inbox. I went down to my parents’ place in Cornwall for a romantic weekend with the guy I was seeing. I was under the impression they wouldn’t be there that weekend. We had music on and this guy was lying down on a fur rug in the middle of the living room floor – me on top – when my mum and dad walked in. They hadn’t realised I was going to be there and definitely hadn’t expected to walk in on their daughter completely naked, straddling someone they’d never met, in their house. Oh, sorry,” she said. She relaxed her grip. “Is that better?” She gave it a little rub, and I just gulped, and nodded ‘yes!’

After that Monday, I distanced myself from Tom. Closing that door has put me in a better headspace and my relationship with Andy has improved immeasurably. He says he has forgiven me – it’s easier for him to lay the blame almost entirely on Tom. But I know I’m equally culpable. And that’s something I’m struggling to come to terms with. Andy and I recently celebrated our second wedding anniversary and are buying a new flat – a fresh start. There’ll be many reading this who’ll think he’s weak for staying with me or that I’m a horrible person for abusing his trust, and I suppose there’s a modicum of truth to both. We were swimming in the pool, and saw loads of couples pulled really close to each other. Jokingly, he quipped: “You probably wouldn’t even be able to tell if they were having sex right now.” So without saying a word, we decided to try it out. In the middle of the day, in our hotel’s pool. No one noticed a thing. We did the same in the sea later. Lucy I was in Paris visiting a mate. A group of us had started boozing on the Eurostar at lunchtime, so by the time we were at a club in Le Marais, the lights were blurring and I was stumbling. Despite the fact I was struggling to stand, a really hot French guy took a shine to me. Usually, I’d bat off wandering hands but not when they were this French. We started snogging, I sent a string of incomprehensible texts to my mates in which I tried to express that I was leaving with him, and did so. He spoke virtually no English, and I remember trying to talk about football in French. If the shoe were on the other foot, I don’t know if I would have had the strength of character to allow Andy to sleep with another woman. But then, that’s just one of the million, tiny little things I love about him.

As a teenager I always used to spend about ten days each year with Cousin Clare and her parents. Clare wasn’t actually my cousin, but her mother and my mother were at school together, and it was a convenient way to refer to her. Clare was an only child. You were both virgins and felt so ­comfortable in each other’s company that you were able to share one of the most special moments of your lives together. It had been a long six months, and after several failed attempts at pulling, I was optimistic about a trip to Barcelona. A friend and I jetted off for a long weekend of sunbathing, drinking, and trying to get laid. We’d gone on a bar crawl, and found ourselves chatting to a group of Australians. We all had a lot to drink, and about 4am, my friend and these two Australian guys decided to go skinny dipping – except my friend ending up arguing with the guy she was getting with, leaving me and the other guy alone. It was the perfect opportunity – and what’s more pleasingly cliche than shagging in the sea on holiday? It started to heat up – we were naked in the sea on a deserted beach after all – and then he chose that moment to tell me he’d just proposed to his girlfriend of four years, who’d said no, and he didn’t know if he could go through with this. Cheers mate. Sophie We had a good time together and are longing to see each other again, but my friends think sex with a cousin is incest and is wrong. My cousin and I are both 17 and were virgins until our holiday with his parents at a villa in Barbados.

What you’ve done isn’t illegal but what you have to realise if you want to continue this relationship is some people won’t approve. Your parents probably won’t. At the time of the following exciting adventure we were sixteen, but I was a few months older than she was.

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At the house I was shown to my room, a different one from normal. It looked like a large box-room and had several extra items of furniture, including a big old dressing table.