Forced to Forever
It was a slow, patient, gentle love.
Perfect for my first time.
I felt flushed, and somewhat nostalgic, remembering my first time. I was on my back, my legs were drawn up and wide under him.
His eyes looked deep into my soul. My hands were on his biceps hanging on for dear life as
He entered me for the first time, making me a woman.
It seemed to go on forever. He entered me time and time again taking me to new heights that I had never imagined possible.
I could feel a warmth spreading over my body. My panties were getting wet. I cupped my breasts through my shirt and sports bra. I didn’t care that the attic wasn’t getting cleaned out. I had an urge that needed tending to.