Myfirst Time Novels & Stories

I feel shy and embarrassed all of a sudden since this is my first time being intimate with a man at twenty-three. He could sense my sudden change in character he tilted my head up to face him, “Hey baby what’s wrong?” “Did you like it? Erm I mean this is my first time being intimate with a man and is no other man but you who’s so handsome and sophisticated that I am feeling a little embarrassed. You have been with lots of women who have experience in this field and I have zero experience. I am sorry if you’re disappointed in me. I am new to all this and I don’t know Damien.”

She furrowed her brows, confused. “This is my first time having sex…” she said softly, voice a little shy. “But I thought… that was supposed to be left inside me.”

"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

I did not count. For the first time in my life, I did not count.

Stellan's worried voice suddenly filters into my ear. I touch the side of my eyes and realize that they're stained with tears. "No, not at all. I'm just so happy, I never thought my first time would feel so good. Thank you for making this memorable for me." I speak sincerely. I honestly never thought sex could feel so good. It just feels like a beautiful dream, I never want it to end.

My grip tightens in his hair as I fight the urge to thrust into that perfect, scorching heat. “I… I’ve never… fuck, don’t stop,” I pant, head falling back, completely lost to the overwhelming, mind-melting sensation of my first time with a man.

"Fifi, you're heading somewhere new. If you need anything, just give us a call." "That's right. Don't push yourself. We'll always have your back." It was the first time they had ever said something like that to me, even if they sounded a little stiff doing so. My silence only made things more awkward. Riley pushed the dessert toward me to ease the tension. "Try this. I made it myself." I glanced at the thick layer of mango on top and replied flatly, "No thanks. I'm allergic to mango." Riley blinked in surprise.

My mind supplies a million reasons why that’s a terrible idea — the biggest being that he could break me in a way I’d never recover from. But my body is busy performing some kind of hormonal mating ritual while my heart sings hallelujah like it hasn’t learned a damn thing. I hate how weak I feel. “You … that … scares the shit out of me,” I admit. “Ditto,” he murmurs. Then, softly, “It’s your first time.” Not sure if it’s a question or a statement.

Man, I sure do miss them. Long nights tend to remind me of our first home, where I grew up. Where I had my first shift as a werewolf, where I first hunted for blood, other than that it was the most normal feeling I ever had, I was only sixteen back then. The years after were difficult, we had to change home from time to time. City after city, state after state.

I asked, bewildered. He chuckled as he fixed his gaze on me. "Was it your first time?" he asked. I narrowed my eyes. "First time for what?" I wanted to know. "Was this your first time to attend a party, and to be invited over to someone else's house?" he made it clear. I nodded deliberately. "Yes. This was my first time to attend such a wild party, to drink intoxicating alcohol, and to be invited to come over to another's house. In fact, it was my first time to roam around the city," I asserted.