Myfirst Time Novels & Stories

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…"

As she fell on her knees, she couldn‘t imagine how it would feel to have a new life developing within her body. she had no idea where to find the father of the child or how she would cope with her present situation. having a baby is hell for her; she hit herself so hard “yes I will wait for Jane to come back “ she stared at the ceiling, talking to no one but herself. Jackson was with his friend who came to see him in his room. He couldn't stop talking about the incident that had happened. "Poor her. I wonder if things are going well for her," he said. His friend shrugged his mouth open, gazing at him in surprise. This was the first time he felt sentiment over a girl he had his first night wi

“Don’t be. I won’t hurt you. I’ll be gentle—it’s your first time.” My breath caught. How did he know… it’s my first time?

I crawl my legs around his waist and his hands moved to his trouser, as he tried to take them off then I remembered this was my first time and I was told that it is painful at first before the sensation sets in. " Tony, please try to be gentle, this is my first time," I explained to him and he paused looking at me with surprise and admiration on his face for me. He was finding it difficult to believe at the same time he was happy probably because he will be the first person. He got up from the top of me and set my hands free, I felt sad that he has to stop and I regretted telling him it was my first time. " I want your first time to be special, so for that to happen I will want you to be min

“Whаt іѕ this, уоur first tіmе оr ѕоmеthіng?” “It ѕurе fееlѕ like it,” I say, hoping mу self-deprecating mаnnеr will ѕоmеhоw brіng my еxсіtеmеnt dоwn a nоtсh. But nо ѕuсh luсk.

I glanced at him suspiciously, but before I could finish my sentence, he interrupted me "It's your first time" Unable to believe my ears, I opened my mouth in an O shape, my heart filled with joy, but my expression stared back at him, shaking my head slightly. Just wanted to confirm it again. A feeling of happiness spreads throughout the cell. "It's me for you, everything is for you, the first is also the last"

He tightened his grip on my thighs as he ate me out, and the whole time, he was staring at me, fueling his desire. His tongue teased my entrance before I felt his finger press against it. “Hmmm… Yesss.” I bit my lower lip hard. “Ahhhh…” His finger slid in. “You are so tight,” he whispered, and I opened my eyes and looked at him. “It’s my first time,” I said. At that very moment, he stood still, his eyes widening.

I can’t be blamed for still harboring the thought of the first-time pleasure I explored with Garrett. Being a newbie to such, it was hard to get the experience out of my head. It made it seem like it was just yesterday it had happened even though it has been a week already.

It was annoying at first since he only began calling her that after she got angry at him for the first time. "Give it back asshole." "Woah there fire ant...this is my schedule." "Fire ant, really?" "Yeah, you get all red when you're angry. Very ugly too by the way." "Fuck you." She spat. "Well look who's gotten vocal. Seems like the ant finally left her hill." "You're the first guy that ever showed interest in me. You are the first person to ever befriend me, the first guy to make my heart skip beats. My first date, first kiss, first sexual experiencefirst time. My first everything. I love you too...J."

Perfect for my first time. I felt flushed, and somewhat nostalgic, remembering my first time. I was on my back, my legs were drawn up and wide under him. His eyes looking deep into my soul. My hands were on his biceps hanging on for dear life as he entered me for the first time, making me a woman. It seemed to go on forever. He entered me time and time again taking me to new heights that I had never imagined possible.