I have made up a complicated story I have stuck to for years about my first love being someone I met in high school and was with for four years, until he died in a tragic accident.
In real life, my first sexual experience was oral sex with a stranger man in a dark, dirty booth in an adult book store. anonymous sex in bookstores and park restrooms was my only sexual contact until I was almost 21, and I have never had a relationship last more than a few months.
Now I am in love with someone very special who loves me, but he believes the story of my lost love and has for several years. I don’t know whether I should confess the truth to him.