My First Time Stories Novels & Stories

“I understand. I was nervous and a little scared my first time, too. So, was my first partner.” Chelsea licked her lips. “Do you mind telling me about . . . your first time? Did it hurt? Did you cry? It’s not like it is in the romance novels, is it? It’s more clunky and clumsy, right?” “I don’t know. Some romance novels describe it to a T for some girls. Some not.” “It hurts, doesn’t it?” “The first time? Yes. But for some girls it only hurts for a few minutes. Others it hurts the whole time, unfortunately.”

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…"

"No, it's not pathetic, it's chance and happenstance. Maybe a little pickiness." She had managed to get me decently hard, and she was rubbing herself, getting warmed up for me, while she continued her tale. "Dad loved hearing Beth's story about her first time. I know I did. Pretty cool. You wanna know about my first time, Jack?" She was on her side, opening her legs for me, and guiding me home. I grabbed her hips and tugged her closer, lifted her leg, and settled in. So good, so right.

📖(✿˶˘ ³˘)~♡ MIMO'S POV (｡❛ᴗ❛｡)📖 A month has taken its place, and I finished writing my first ever werewolf tragedy love story. I made it so steamy that he will not reject reading it. I kept getting nightmares about what happened to us in the hotel, and that moment has inspired me to write some scenes in the story.

Bryan said, looking around. "That is where you are wrong," I said. I closed my eyes and reached back into my memories. I did not think about the factory or the war. I thought about the first time I had ever stood up for myself. I thought about the first time I had lied to a teacher, the first time I had stolen a piece of candy, the first time I had fought back when the world treated me like I did not matter. I pulled that feeling out of my soul and shaped it.

A new post from the same anonymous account. "That was just the beginning. Over the next few days, I'll be posting more of Lila's stories. Stories about other guys at school. You might even find yourself in one of them. Stay tuned to see just how perverted Lila Richmond really is." My hands were shaking. This person did not just have one story. They had multiple stories. Stories about different people. I had written so many over the past year. Stories to process my confusing feelings. Stories about Ryan. Stories about Derek before I knew him. Stories about random guys I found attractive. Stories that were never meant to be read by anyone.

Let me know in the comments section so I can think if I'll consider them! This is my first story (hoping it won't be my last) that I will write in this platform. I am planning to write more stories and translate my imagination to share them to other people. I am hoping to get to know you well. Thank you for giving my story a chance to be read. I wish to see you all at the end of this story. Thank you very much!

How did I get here and lastly I yelled at a billionaire,am so dead, I gasped remembering I didn't close the shop. It can't be........ Actually,this is my first story,so am sure there are tons of mistake and errors but am sure you can still read it and am nervous like this is shit but there is no harm in trying right😆😆😆 . . .

I just let my tears freely flow from my eyes as I told them my story. As I told them my first ever babysitting job I got when I was eleven, my very first kiss, the every fight me and my mother quarrel about which is about me going to college and spending my savings for a goddamn course that she said I wasn’t fit for. I told them about Jordan and my job at Maine, my first sex and the first time I feel liberated and unchained from the so-called family who adopted me. Minutes turned to hours as I just narrated my heart-wrenching story. Melissa and Rowena just vivaciously listen to my whine and tales, my rant and my longings.

Hey Lovelies, This is my first story which I wrote back in 2014 randomly when I never had any idea that one day I might publish it on a story platform, I had to keep it short and simple but I assure you my upcoming stories will be longer than this one. I would like to thanks everyone who has taken out their time to read my story. It really means a lot to me. Thank you Lovelies. see you next time with a new story. PS: Please don't ask me if this is a true story or not as I want to keep it a secret.