It's My First Time Being Loved Novels & Stories

Angel hugged me tightly. "Then I decided that I will never love anyone in my life. I hate the word love because it makes a person weak. In fact I never had any affairs in my life and you know, you are my first love. You are the first girl in my life" I said and she smiled.

"That's not true! I know that you... that you... love me." "All sons love their mothers." "You love my... what did you call it... honeypot." Max smiled and Fortuna did the same. "Honey pot, right, Mom. You know, I still think about that day. I can't forget about it, you and me. It was my first time, and that first time was with my own mother. With you. Who would have thought that?" "It's not that uncommon for a first time to happen with your blood mother."

He growls out and immediately tears prick the backs of my eyes. No one has ever made me feel this seen, this loved or that I matter this much! My heart flutters in my chest for the first time in my twenty five years of living on this earth. A teardrop rolls down my cheek and he dips his head and kiss it, his action emitting a cry of his tenderness.

he promised in a murmur, "trust me. . . " + Why the hell am I thinking about that now? It's not right for me to remember those things, it's not right for me to remember him with any phrase or action that someone around me does. I don't know why my mind evoked that moment, his words. I remember those days and I can't help wanting to smile and hit myself hard at the same time. Everything was so different, everything was so new and strange to me at the time. I never imagined it would end up here.

He embraced her from the back and rubbed her arms, trying hard to soothe her. "I know you're all new to this and you're thinking maybe you're doing very bad at it. I just want you to know, that there's always a first time for everything. And for every first time, there's always a screw-up. More like a bad day first day kinda thing but what I want you, my love," he kissed her neck, "to know, is that for every first time, and for every screw-up, I'm always there for you. I'm always there with you."

I finally said, “may I finish what I wanted to say?” He was silent for a few seconds before finally nodding. "Listen," I took a deep breath. "I know you like me, okay? And I also feel something strange about you. I don't understand why I feel this way, but it feels... like there's some kind of bond between us." I swallowed before continuing. "Regardless, I had a very bad experience with my first love. When I was fourteen and my father almost beat me because he found out I was a lantern, there was a man who helped me get medical treatment. I don't know if it was out of pity or not."

My 18th birthday – BEST DAY OF MY LIFE My handwriting looked excited—big loops, extra hearts everywhere. **** I had my first sex with Bryain tonight. My first love. My only love. It was so special, he was so gentle, so careful. He kept asking if I was okay, if I was sure. I was nervous but I wanted it with him. When it happened, it felt like everything clicked into place. I think he marked me too. I felt this warm rush inside, like something permanent settled between us.

Kathryn was my first love. Not the childish kind. The real one. The one that painted the world in color for the first time. She was the girl who made me feel love not as something soft and safe, but as something fierce and hungry. The first girl I ever touched. The first girl I ever made love to. I closed my eyes and let the memories come.

Home. I squeezed his fingers. He squeezed back. And for the first time in my life— I believed it. I was safe. I was loved. I was free.

The first time I felt betrayed, when I thought there was no hope for me, when I was sure I would always be a burden, always be unwanted. But then, the first time I felt loved. Truly, deeply loved. The first time I realized I had someone who would take care of me, who would hold me when I was breaking, who would see every shattered piece of me and decide to put me back together anyway. The first time I knew, without a doubt, that I was wanted. With each step, every moment I have shared with Mikhail rushes through me, and I find myself wiping away tears, only to smile right after like an absolute fool.