My First Time Stories Novels & Stories

I didn't have the courage to confess to you what I felt the night of my first time. — You can say! — I felt pain, and I thought the whole situation would be like in the books... Painless, wonderful, perfect! Don't get me wrong... I... — I know it wasn't perfect, this story that the first time is perfect is a tremendous lie! Mine, for example, was bad, I was nervous and ended up making a lot of confusion... It was terrible! I confess, and she breaks into a smile. Her laugh is contagious, and I end up smiling along with her. — The others will be better than the first, I guarantee it!

And that was when the craziest idea struck me. I slid off the stool and stepped closer. My breasts brushed his chest as I steadied myself against him. Heat rolled off his body. I tilted my head up. “Tell me,” I whispered, my voice thick, “what’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done?” He held my gaze. “I don’t do crazy.” A reckless smile curved my lips as I took his hand. His fingers closed around mine, firm and warm. “Then tonight can be your first time.”

Stories that are waiting for the right wolf to tell them. I smiled. "Then I will tell them." I gathered the wolves of Silvermoon in the great hall. "I have found the first story," I said. "The tale that started everything. But there are other stories. Stories that have not yet been told. Stories that are waiting for us to tell them." The wolves listened, their eyes bright with curiosity. "These stories are the future. They are the tales of wolves who have not yet been born, worlds that have not yet been created, possibilities that have not yet been realized. They are waiting for us to bring them into being."

The young Dreamer looked embarrassed. “Nothing.” The boy glanced at the little stars in the sand. “They don't look like nothing.” The Dreamer hesitated. Then he whispered: “I think they're stories.” The boy smiled wider. “Then tell me one.” The memory ended. Ama gasped. The quiet voice beyond the door spoke again. He always wanted someone to listen. The First Dreamer finally answered. And you always wanted one more story. A strange warmth passed between the two voices. Not anger.

I rushed toward a nearby wall and pushed my back into it, trying to keep straight, trying to stop my knees from goddamn knocking. Feeling like a baby and hating it, I closed my eyes and breathed through the chaos attacking my mind. Most guys would talk about the first time they got laid, or the first time they got drunk. My brothers often shared war stories. The first time they’d been shot, that they’d killed. But even though I’d listened, and while I’d felt sure I’d learned something from them, I realized I’d learned nothing. Christ, nothing could have prepared me. I wanted to puke out my guts, but the one thing that stopped me?

I wonder who got it, and if they got it for me, or if it was just the only cheese that small town had. "Well, let me think for a few minute's, I am not sure what story I want to tell you first... Oh I know, the first time I was attacked by rogue's. I know for most that would not be a good story, but for me it was.... Let me start from the beggining... I was nine years old, my and my mother left the pack territory, we had a few warriors with us, I don't remember how many, but I remember seeing them around while we were walking. We had gone into the city because my mother was finalizing some deal for the pack, I think she was signing the papers for one of the apartment buildings we bought arou

I've experienced mental blocks and severe headaches several times while going on with the story, but it was all worth it knowing that finally, One In A Million reached its ending. This is my first ever Science Fiction story, and the second novel I finished this year, 2021. I know you see plot holes in it, the grammatical, and typographical errors, and I promise to strive harder to get rid of those and be better in the future. I know I still have to learn a lot and I am more than willing to learn.

But you can start with the first volume if you want to but all the volumes are sts5nd alones meaning you can start with any volume. So, One year ago on the 24th of June we were so deep in the Lockdown and I made one of the toughest decisions at that time since I'd been scared of getting my stories stolen and I published one of my works on I****t and began writing online. Today is my first Writer's Anniversary, not here on W*****d but generally. Can all readers and Followers celebrate with me.🤩🤩🤩✍️✍️✍️😍. This journey has been amazing. Yes, there were sleepless nights , times where I felt like I should give up and all that but with all the support I got from my readers, family the editoria

Greetings everyone! Thank you for clicking on this story and I hope you enjoy Mateo's and Callie's journey. This is my first story that I have ever written, so I apologize if there were mistakes or if it was too cringe. I tried as much as I could to edit this story. *A little bit about me:

This time, it was my turn to flee in despair, shuffling off to the bathroom to put my tampon in. The chat exploded again. [No way. No way! That's it? They're done?!] [People say the first time is fast, but I never expected it to be THAT fast.] [Aaargh! Author, are you serious right now? Why are you doing this to Miles? He's a snake-man! Do you even know what that means?!]