Just First Time Stories Novels & Stories

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

] The calls and messages between Conrad and me had now turned into those between Horace and me. Though Horace was sick and didn't talk much. He didn't reply to this message. Not long after, a popular drama suddenly appeared online. A nobleman was saved by an orphaned girl and secretly vowed to marry her. But the orphan girl was from a poor family, and the nobleman came from a prestigious family, so the marriage was forbidden. Of course, in the end, they broke through societal norms and lived happily ever after. At the conclusion of the show, the nobleman spoke passionately, "What does it matter if you're a commoner? Why can't a commoner be the head of the family? A gentleman always repays ki

Every single thought and emotion that Amani had ever experienced rushed into Malakai’s mind and soul. He witnessed her entire life unfold, starting from her earliest recollected memory of blowing out candles on her first birthday, her face beaming as her parents applauded. He saw her joyfully riding on her father's wolf through the woods at the age of five, laughing and cheering. He witnessed her snuggled up to her mother in bed, listening intently as she read bedtime stories. Each memory presented itself vividly, as if they were his own. But one memory stood out among the rest.

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

Nicole looked at the clock in the room and said, “I’m kind of in a hurry so I’ll make my story brief and comprehensive. After breaking your heart, I owe you an explanation my darling Muhammad.” Muhammad tried switching on the radio on his belt, in hope that anyone on the other end could listen to the conversation if the signal was restored. If Maryam and he were going to die tonight, their death might as well not be in vain. The most important thing was revealing the real identity of The First One.

He asked and it’s taking everything in me to not break his neck. “You really are one big jerk,” I muttered, “just keep an open mind and you’ll see, okay?” I added and Ivan nodded. His arm wrapped on his chest as he braced himself to listen to whatever story I wanted to share with him. Bracing myself, I decided I was going to tell him the story of the very first night we met till the night the terrible accident happened. “So, there was this girl, so fucking naive and one night she decided to go to the club with her best friend, that night changed her life because she met a stranger and she had sex with him.” I started and he scoffed.

Nothing made sense. “I don't know why you are doing this. It's not like we have slept for the first time” she muttered, looking down at her knotted fingers in her lap. Carson heard her and with a smirk, he replied, “Oh, but this is the first time someone took advantage of me. I can't let this slide that easily. ”

I'm taller than average at five feet nine inches, but there are days where I feel like I'm nothing but legs. Any who, we met at a frat party-that should have been my first clue. Instead, it seemed to be a positive rather than a negative at the time. From the moment our eyes met, there was a connection. The first year was fantastic; he was attentive, I was the center of his world, and things were great...until they weren't.

But now… “Great! Now that’s done let me explain the rules of the new game. You are going to tell me a story. All you have to do is survive the story. Simple right?” Of course, it was not as simple. Anderson knew very well that anything concerning a demon would not be as simple. What was worse, this particular demon was very different. So, who knew what twisted game of story telling the demon had in mind? Anderson nodded warily at the demon’s enquiry. Whatever was coming he knew very well the odds would be against him as such he had his guard up. It was funny; He was rather feeling like the trapped one.

“I have been raking my brain trying to make sense of everything but I haven’t found anything that makes sense. The math doesn’t add up.” Natasha laughed. “Maybe it doesn’t add up with you but it does with me.” “Then help me understand.” He threw his arms in the air. “You remember when you first came to my company in San Francisco four years ago?” She started to explain. “At your welcome party, you remember you tried to chat me up and I kicked you in your nuts.” “How can I ever forget that day? You still haven’t told me why you did that when I was just asking for your number.”