Why s** is so vital?
I imagine our first time while looking into each other's eyes. We're cuddling and then he says "your first time is going to hurt" while looking into my eyes. I'll look back while looking through his eyes and ask, "are you worth the pain?" While bashfully looking away. Then we'll laugh it off. Afterwards we find each other taking each other's clothes off, but doesn't feel like l***. You don't care about how he's going to be good in bed or how much the size of his private part will pleasure you. He wouldn't care about your body and how good you can be good in bed. We wouldn't care about our bodies touching each other. We'll accept each other the way we are. Every touch would be imprinted on each other's body with care, passion, and love. When he's in you, all you know is two souls becoming one. The shape of our bodies wouldn't matter if the love is from heart to soul.
You can't create these moments with everyone or anyone.