My First Time Stories Novels & Stories

There were no organization meetings, no homework to review, no children needing attention, and no husbands expecting me to be the anchor. Just me. And the words. The first nights were chaotic. I wrote with an almost feverish urgency, as if the stories had been trapped in my throat for decades and had finally found an exit. My fingers flew over the keyboard, sometimes so fast that I made absurd mistakes. I didn’t plan. I didn’t outline. I just let it flow.

Yet, now, dozens of unread messages had flooded her screen, the notification count still climbing. Evelyn's eyes widened in surprise. Clicking into them, she quickly realized that nearly all of them were about Matteo. "Matteo's seriously messed up. Didn't he get his one true love back? Now that you're gone, he suddenly woke up and realized your worth. Please. What does he think this is, some dramatic novel where the jerk hero gets a second chance?

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.

Logan looked forward to their next date. Logan went to school the next day, with a radiating smile on her face. She was beginning to experience the feeling of first love. Logan found the first person she ever wants to be with. The first one she ever had feeling for. She looked forward to seeing him and wanted to spend time with him. As they danced the night away, she felt a connection, special bond, with him. Charlie is her soul mate. She knew there would always be a place for Charlie in her heart. It was love on the first date.

I spend my alone time with myself by just doing that. I experienced all of my first times with Macedonia. All of my firsts—a kiss, a date, and a relationship—were with Macedonia. Because I was scared of commitment, I had never been in a romantic relationship before. But it was worthwhile when I first met Macedonia in high school. And that's when I understood that falling in love, even only once, is still good. There are certain arguments that cannot be resolved, but they can be in the end.

we enjoyed each other's company. The first year went on like that and I published my first book TIMELESS... then the second book was published the following year. During my 3rd year I started writing my book.. my real life story.. about the shit my father put me through. That one was hard to title. Hence I was still writing it even today under the title UNTITLED

Um not probably, I'd ruin it for sure. Quickly making a fishtail, I grabbed my tie but was interrupted by a loud knock on the door 4 times. It's probably Nate or Elijah. We developed a code so that it'd be easier for me to know who's knocking, it could be anyone so I came up with this brilliant idea. Opening the door with a wide excited grin on my face, I was immediately engulfed in a hug by Nate and I smiled hugging him back. "Oh my- my baby is starting her first day" He dramatically cried wiping a fake tear and held me by my shoulders scanning me up and down before squealing.

“Finally Mine, Mr. Wang” …….. And that’s done. I am in tears. Hello beautiful readers, It’s been my absolute pleasure writing this story for you and for myself. It was my first project and I have literally pored my blood, sweat and tears in to this one. It’s the journey that I will never forget. Anyone who have reached till the end of it, I would like to thank you for supporting me. I hope you loved it as much as I did. Please make sure to check out my other story named ‘crush at first sight’. I hope I will see you really soon with another new story. Until then, be safe and be happy.

Confusion crossed my face. “Stories?” She nodded. “I didn’t know you.” The simplicity of the answer hurt. “I couldn’t write about your life because I wasn’t part of it.” My throat tightened. “So I wrote about mine.” Silence settled between us. Heavy. Personal. “I told you about the first apartment I ever rented.” A small smile appeared. “I told you how terrible I was at cooking.” Another smile. Sadder this time. “I told you about the stray dog that followed me home and refused to leave.”

AGNARR. I unzip my own pants and pull out my cock. “This will be a story we’ll remember years from now.” She whispers in my ear, “That our first time was in an alley in a small town on the borders of Clair De Lune.” A soft wind blows, and I hug her tighter, feeling drunk with the haze of how this feels. Kissing her neck, I rub my cock against her clit making her moan. In a world where there are no risks or expectations, this would be perfect.