Just First Time Stories Novels & Stories

But I had to admit I and my husband, Connor, had been slacking in our genital meet and greet sessions which were becoming less frequent than a solid healthy erection on a man over the age of forty! So, on the very first day our instructor tasked us with choosing a partner from any legally joined couple to try something new with. And that new thing was squirting. Immediately she mentioned it, I turned to Connor. Apparently, that was also his first time hearing such a thing. Someone from the chosen couple helped me. His name was Marcus. He was the husband of the wealthiest-looking pair in the room. His wife was a blonde woman with diamonds on her fingers who barely looked at anyone else.

My face flushed redder than a beetroot as I bit down on my lip and tried hard not to make any sounds. However, he didn't seem happy with my restraint and silence. So, he parted my legs while still fondling and kneading the mounds on my chest. I felt like I was being roasted over an open fire. Ultimately, I couldn't hold it in anymore and let out a wanton moan. "Ah, Daddy… Ah, I-I'm sorry… I was w-wrong… I've always been w-waiting for you to teach me the basics… I-I've never let anyone else touch me…"

I insisted . She sighed "you won't give up will you." "I definitely won't so ...go please." She smiled at me as she left and I stayed behind. I began preparing breakfast as the birds began chirping . My hands already felt sore but I had to get it done for Madam Anna . I felt like she really worked so hard she barely had time to look after herself and the humans here seemed to only care about themselves and not each other.They had probably been here for so long they had forgotten how to be united ,how to fight ,they had given up all hope I could see it in their eyes.

“The library books. The thunderstorms.” “I felt your mom’s pancakes,” I whisper. We laugh, soft, broken, perfect. We Almost kiss again. Lips brush past each other, Then stop. “Not yet,” he says. “Not until we’re safe,” I agree. We share more stories. He tells me about the first time he held a sword , how his hands shook so bad he dropped it. I tell him about the first time my claws came out in foster care, how I hid them under the table at dinner . Every story brings us closer, Every touch lingers longer, By dusk we’re lying in the grass again, hands tangled.

Alicent’s POV They say it is normal for a person to have some fantasies in their own mind. But I don’t know if this also applies to my fantasy. I was sixteen when I had my first boyfriend. He was cute and charming. Everything seemed perfect but we didn’t last. He was my first in everything. My first kiss, first date, and first fuck. It was a good experience, though. He is somehow a good fucker and he satisfied me. The bad part of it? It awakened something in me that should’ve just kept sleeping.

Currently Editing Most stories have that one character that starts innocently and then turns into something more. They can be dangerous, mischievous, terrible or even freakier than expected. Let me tell you my story, About how I, an innocent girl, fell for nothing but danger. Emma's Pov "Hey, Emma did you bring your Math textbook? I forgot mine home again." Crissy, my sexy nerd of a friend, asked me as I opened my locker. "No, you know I don't like maths since, like ever and it hasn't changed, so it's not necessary that I bring a book and I can't stand that goddamn teacher," I told her.

Man, I sure do miss them. Long nights tend to remind me of our first home, where I grew up. Where I had my first shift as a werewolf, where I first hunted for blood, other than that it was the most normal feeling I ever had, I was only sixteen back then. The years after were difficult, we had to change home from time to time. City after city, state after state.

the girl hesitated. "Oh." “Well…It belonged to a couple back in the day.” “Really?” Scarlett swallowed. "Yeah, a long time ago." “Do… do you know the story behind it?” “Kinda,” The girl said, snapping her gum. “So… what’s the story?" Scarlett paused, "I mean could you tell me the story behind it?” Scarlett’s heart pounded, and she clenched her sweaty palms.

His POV That girl! She just stole a kiss from me and suddenly walked off. Not that I was looking forward to more action. I tried to be a gentleman and kissed only her forhead and she kissed me on the lips! I don't kiss girls on the lips on the first date. And that wasn't even a date. It was just a dinner with my friend, Dan. I sounded my horn to signal her I was on my way back. She turned her head, smiled, and waved. As she entered the gates of the village, I also turned the car around to go back home.

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.