Erotic Story First Time Novels & Stories

Snow broke his words once again. "It's not my first time-" Eric gave a quick kiss to his lips shutting him up once again. He should learn to stop interrupting their moments. "It's your first time to be made love to and as far as I am concerned this is your first time so we are going to go slowly because I don't want to see you get hurt." Snow nodded, stunned by this man, his selflessness, and his building love for him. "Get on your knees, Snow. I promise you, you are going to love this." Snow got on his knees and pushed out his arse for Eric to play with. He was familiar with this position but not with the pleasure he was about to receive this time. Eric was right, all along, it was his firs

“And do you want to know what else I know?” He grinned when she shook her head again, but he ignored it. She probably didn’t want to know at all, but he was still going to tell her. “I know that when I take you for the first time, it’s not going to be a hasty fuck on your desk. I’ve waited a long time to get between your thighs, so believe me when I finally do, it will be in a soft bed, with soft sheets, someplace where we will not be disturbed because once I’m inside you, I don’t plan to go anywhere for a very long time.”

Twenty-one Daniela Berni I had wanted this for so long. We’d had one night together the summer before we both graduated and everything went to hell. Now, Niccolo was stroking in between my legs, and I was already wet, whining with anticipation. The first time we’d been together, I’d only had a vague idea of what we were supposed to be doing because of reading romance novels. And from fooling around with him a little. I hadn’t been with too many people. But I was more experienced than I was when I was seventeen. I knew things now.

"It hurts at first, but when you guys keep doing it, it becomes the sweetest thing in a marriage." "Erica, you aren't helping me." "Of course, I am. Talking about your first time, it doesn't completely hurt like you think, most people do say the first time is always the best with the moans and sweats, the hugs and intimate kisses, the oh. my. God! And the rest of them." Diana opened her mouth, surprised to hear what Erica was saying. "I can't believe you." "You don't have to, it's just the truth."

First Guy is doing the whipping this time, and he must have gone all out because the pain makes tears prickle my eyes. “Tap out is your safe word,” he says, squeezing my chin in his hand and tilting it up. “Once you say that, all this stops, and you tell us everything.” As he speaks, the pain fades as heat rushes back with the same intensity. Moisture starts to gather between my legs. My confidence falters, and for the first time, I’m unsure of myself. He smiles at my inner turmoil as Thirst Trap trails a finger up my bare thighs. “Do you want to tap out now?” the First Guy asks, leaning down to nibble on my slightly parted lips.

He felt like his sword was being strangled by warm and soft meat, but he loves it. He really wanted to move above her, to thrust his aching and throbbing d*ck in and out of her. But at this moment, he wanted to be a gentleman during Jane’s first experience. Of course it was also his first. But he heard that it is not right to roughly pound a woman during her first time. Where did he heard this again? He was so drunk that the image of the person who told him about that was blurry. Eric stayed moveless on her top. But that does not mean that he won’t do anything. Without moving his waist, Eric lifted his head and planted slow kisses on Jane’s lips.

I cried out, my fingers tangling in his dark hair. He pushed me back onto the cot, his body covering mine. The weight of him, the heat, was everything I’d dreamed of. His hands were everywhere—kneading my breasts, sliding down my ribs, over my hips. He hooked his fingers into the waist of my simple cotton underwear and tore them down my legs. The sound of the fabric ripping was the most erotic thing I’d ever heard. Then his hand was there. Between my legs. On my pussy. A big, rough-skinned palm cupping me, his middle finger sliding through the wetness I couldn’t control.

Slowly, he crept towards Harry's lips, crashing his lips with Harry's fine ones, and as he had expected, it tasted like heaven. Harry opened up, still not able to believe what was happening. If it was a dream, he definitely didn't want to wake. They kissed slowly for minutes. Eric pulled back to take a look at Harry, and when he saw the hunger in his eyes, he knew just what to do. One minute, they were clothed, and the next, they were fully naked, hard kissing each other on the bed. It was Eric's first time with a guy, but he was so familiar with Harry's body that it felt as if he had done this before, in a previous life he didn't know he had, and when he inserted himself into Harry's hole,

I leave Erick to clean and sit in front of the fire on the floor. Erick joins me in front of the fire. “Do you need a blanket?” Erick asks. “No, I think I am starting to get warm,” I answer. Erick brings a blanket over and wraps me in it. “You look cold,” Erick says. He sits beside me. He is so handsome. Erick leans into me and kisses me. Our eyes meet as our lips touch. He pulls me in close to him. He holds me tightly as he kisses me deeply. I want to melt into him and stay there forever. His hand grabs my waist and pulls me closer. My body tingles with excitement from his touch. I stop him and pull back from him. “Erick, I am a virgin. I have never been with a man,” I say to him as I touch

He leans back for a second, glances out the window, almost as if trying to get himself under control before coming back and giving me his attention. "It was after my last National win. I had a crush on him for a very long time so when he started to kiss me, to touch me... Let's just say I didn’t consent, but I didn’t say no either. I was eighteen, but it was my first time. I didn't really have any experience in that area.” I can see the wheels turning in Erik’s head, but I can’t read his expression. The waiter sets down our drinks on the table and leaves. Erik’s eyes stay focused on me.