Novel & Cerita Myfirst Time

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.

Devin Mira Evans—My Tinks, my almost, my first everything. They say you never forget your first. Whoever said that was right. It’s been nearly ten years since I last saw or spoke to her, but my heart still flutters like crazy at the thought of her, just like it did when we first kissed.

No! Just then another man came in. He grinned at me. “Let’s get started, but I’d go first.” He said rubbing his palm together and licking his lips. I began crying out loud. They came up to me. Just then a man came out of nowhere. Let’s just say he beat the crap out of them. I passed out.

Dea, who was lying on the bed, suddenly felt the urge to turn on her phone, which was previously turned off. For some reason, something was bothering her. The flat device, once lifeless, was now brought back to life by the woman. She gazed at the screen with an expressionless face, assuming there was nothing there. However, her assumption was wrong. There were several messages and calls from an unfamiliar number. Yet, Dea knew it was Mr. Bad. She immediately started reading the messages.

"Yeah... I'm not sure what to say exactly," "Hey, don't worry. It was your first time,” he said softly as he started rubbing his thumb on the back of my hand. “It’s normal for it to feel weird. But we have our whole lives in the future to figure it out, what you like and what you don't like, and all that stuff,"

I just hoped that it won't turn out like the previous times I've had sex with a guy. I didn't want my first time to be a mistake. I took a deep breath and tried to calm down. If I wasn't going to be able to relax, I might as well try and enjoy the moment with Jake. So I quickly jumped off his lap and landed flat on my feet. I turned around and faced Jake who was watching me with a puzzled expression.

I stand and put my fingers to his lips to make him stop talking. “I wanted to. That was my first time and I liked making you feel that way.” “You never cease to amaze me little flower.” “I think you’ll be my first with everything. I have never felt that way before and never wanted to have someone touch me. This is all new to me.”

He positioned himself, rubbing the tip against my entrance, coating himself in me. "Ready?" His voice was rough. But he waited for me, gray eyes searching mine—dominant, yet careful. I nodded, heart hammering in my chest as excitement buzzed. But fear nipped at its edges too. This was it—my first time, with a stranger in a lounge. There was no turning back. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch. The stretch that followed was intense and new to me. Until a sharp pain sliced through the pleasure. I winced, biting down in my lower lip hard enough to stifle a cry.

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…"