First Date Sex Stories Novels & Stories

🦋 BENITA CELESTINE 🦋 The day Felix and I had our first sex was my birthday, the 25th of September. Probably the first good thing that ever happened to me on my birthday after meeting him. After the sex, the ‘what if’ syndrome started. I leaned closer to his ear and whispered, “What if something happens and we both lose our memories?”

I wanted to hear all about both dates – assuming that two had actually taken place – and I wanted details. And I couldn’t wait to have stories of my own to tell, one day. Perhaps Skye and I could argue about when we’d first met – had it been at school, or the night he’d come to the Clan house for the first time? We could laugh over our fear of one another, smiling into each other’s eyes, thinking back on the good old days, on the youth of our love. “So,” I said, levelling my gaze at Alexander. He unpeeled himself from the fence, watching me quizzically in return. Camila moved with him: fluidly, as one. “I heard that the decade of your first date is up for dispute.”

But like a gentleman he is, he withheld himself and satisfied himself orally and I fell more in love with him that day. But I regret...regret not saying anything to him that day...regret not opening up about wanting to have sex with him that day...if only I had told him to make love to me that beautiful day then I would not have lost my chastity by force. I would have had a beautiful memory carved in the mind of my first sex and not the other way around. But not today...today I don't care about anything or be scared of that psycho asshole..today I'm gonna set myself free from that nightmare and replace it with a wondrous memory of our first sex.

I wasn’t even sure what had come over me…. I kept begging him to have sex with me again but Kendrick was a good kid and said I was like a sister to him. I was often told to look bigger than my age, my body was growing fast and I kinda liked it. By my first year in high school, I met this hot guy. He was a grade higher and I don’t think I can remember his name, maybe Femi. He was black and the second person I had sex with after Kendrick. We fucked almost daily, even in school grounds!

I nodded to him and asked him another question. "When did you have your first kiss? ....Oh,...and when did you have your...first time?" I had to laugh a little myself at my question, but Jayden grinned and started to tell me his story. »Well, I had my first kiss at a party while doing the classic spin the bottle. I think her name was Amber. We were maybe sixteen or seventeen, I can't remember exactly. ...I had my first sex with my ex, Daria. That was after prom, which I didn't go to because I broke up with her that day. She was there and then came over to wish me a shitty life and I don't know why, but we ended up having sex!...' He laughed briefly and looked shyly at me to see how I reacted

she explained. " 'Well, I don't know if I'm the best person to advise you on that, Cam. Chris is my first boyfriend and I started having sex with him long before I started dating," I pointed out. " Liam and I had sex on the first day, Harry and I waited until the Halloween trip," Sky added. That sentence caught my attention, I turned to my friend with an incredulous expression on my face. " Oh my God, was your first time at my dad's house? " I grimaced.

This is the story of my first sexual experience with another woman. I was 27, married for six years to Michael. In the beginning, our sex life had been electric—we fucked several times a week, bodies slick and urgent, his hands everywhere I craved them. But over time, the fire dimmed. The passion faded into routine, then rarity. Michael started spending more nights out with the guys, leaving me alone at home with our daughter Sophie, my body humming with unmet need.

When she came, clenching hard around him, he followed right after, burying himself deep and spilling into the condom with a shuddering groan. They collapsed onto the couch afterward, laughing breathlessly at how desperate they’d been. Dinner was forgotten in favor of slow, lazy kisses and conversation that stretched late into the night. Julian talked about his early career struggles; Maya shared her fears about grad school applications and what the future might hold. The sex was incredible, but these quiet moments afterward—naked limbs tangled, his fingers tracing her spine—deepened the connection in ways neither had expected.

She felt the hot flood inside her, another man’s claim mixing with the first. As she lay there panting, shuddering through the aftershocks, Sasha’s climax reached its peak. Kael was hammering into her ass with unstoppable force. “Come for me, Sasha,” he growled, gripping her shoulders. Sasha’s cry was sharp, a dagger of pleasure. Her body tightened, then convulsed. Kael held her through it, then drove his own release into her with a final, ground-out groan. For a moment, there was only the sound of heavy breathing, the smell of sex thick in the air.

Darrell already left for work, we were all bored so we decided to swim. "Yeah and after that, we had sex" she giggled. "Woah so you guys are officially together?" "Yeah" "I can't seriously remember the last time, I had a good screw. About three months ago" Daniela said. "Three months? Don't tell me you?..." I trailed off raising my brows at her. "Of course, I had it with one of the male servants" she rolled her eyes. "Holly molly. You need to get laid sis. How about we hit the club tonight?" she giggled.