Romans & histoires My First Time Stories

I strolled over to the projector, hit play, and let the pictures do the talking. There they were, Sheila and Yoel, in photos a little too close for comfort, a tribute to their 'lost angel', and the signed document of an abortion that bore Yoel's name. The room erupted in whispers, and the smiles on Sheila's parents' faces turned to stone. I just looked at Sheila and smiled. "Sheila, you told everyone that Yoel was your first love, and that you were pregnant with his child. "Now, with your parents here, the ones you adore, and in front of all our friends and family, I want you to tell me again.

I consoled him and gave him some water. “She locked me up in the store room” “WHAT? IN THE STOOR ROOM? HOW DID YOU COME HERE! Tell me everything.” I questioned. “I was locked inside since morning and when she opened me up, I ran and hid here. She warned me that she’ll lock me again if I told this to anyone.” I stood up and as I went forward Zac held my leg and started to cry. “Please don’t go. I don’t want to get locked please.”

Thank you for supporting my story, I couldn't thank you enough for the amount of love you're giving to this story and to my other stories. When I started writing stories, it was just for fun, it's my escape from reality, I am at ease when I'm creating stories inside my head. The characters I made were all part of me, their personality mirrors mine and that is my own way of loving myself cause in reality, loving myself is so hard, I always put others first before myself. People who read and appreciate all my works and efforts are close to my heart even though I don't know you guys personally. May God bless all of us.

Jace could feel the magic of the moment enveloping them. “Who wants to start our first campfire story?” Jace asked, his heart racing with excitement. “I will!” Mia volunteered, her voice bright. She began to weave a tale about a brave knight who ventured into a dark forest, guided only by the whispers of ancient spirits. The group listened intently, captivated by her imaginative storytelling. As the night wore on, each friend took turns sharing stories—some thrilling, some funny, and some filled with lessons learned. Jace felt a sense of belonging as they laughed and shared their dreams under the vast expanse of stars.

"Greg, mind explaining what Amanda is saying?" By now, Jacob was standing behind me. He cast an indifferent glance at Amanda, who was wiping her tears away. Then, he rolled his eyes at Greg. Although Jacob had just turned ten this year, he had unfortunately caught Greg having an extramarital affair with Amanda two years ago and told me the truth. I never imagined that my son would be exposed to the dark side of human nature at such a tender age. Ever since that day, Jacob had known that Greg didn't care about our family.

"Remember we talked about this adventure being things I was doing for the first time? Well, let me make a list for you. When you kissed me the first time it was the first time my body had ever responded to a kiss. When you called me this afternoon I heard your voice and felt my panties get wet. Riding on your motorcycle all the way here was another first. As we rode up the highway I had never held a man in my arms for more than a five second hug. I'd never seen a penis hard before. I'd never been washed by anyone since I was a very little girl. I'd never been licked down there... or seen down there. And then you fucked my brains out! I know what that means now! I'd read it before but didn't

It was Francine. I gave a nod but tried to maintain a stern face. Alex ran to me and asked, "So are we riding an airplane? " "Yes we are little boy." I said smirking at him and messing up his hair. The sound of horns from the taxi signaled that we were all about to have a major change in our lives. I am Attorney Providence Dalton. Provi to my my closest friends.. Atty. Pro to my colleagues… This is my story.

Faith pov Seeing him smiling I got irritated. " Tell me !! What I am to you ? Where are we? What happen to me? Its the accident or something else? Why are you not answering my questions? Do you know I have a family or friends or no........" He interrupt me by placing his finger on my lip. My eyes widen . "Shhhhh........ you talk too much , I am answering all your question but first you have to finish the food and after that the doctor will come to check on you" he said.

First of all, thank you for giving this story a chance. I would like to grab your attention on few things. 1) English isn't my first language. 2) This is my first story. 3) This story is just my imagination and it do not have any connection with real world. 4) Its my original work and I don't allow or permit anyone to copy my work. 5) Their is nothing like separation, drama and serious fights between the protagonists. 6) This story contains romance, comedy and suspense, means a clićhe story.

it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper) I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor. “A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?” I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm. (Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I press a finger to your lips shushing you and telling you to read, you read it all)