Myfirst Time Story Novels & Stories

I croaked out, trying to keep from throwing up, hoping they would take the hint. Like always, they didn’t. "Oh, don’t I know it? My first party was horrible but amazing at the same time. It was the first time I met your father. I shifted and ran five miles to keep him from mating with me right there," she laughed and continued, "but I was so happy to finally have a mate." "Mom, please. I would love to hear this story again, but I just need a moment to collect myself," I pulled the covers over my head.

»»────ஓ๑♥Percival Whitmore♥๑ஓ────«« First time kissing someone and it turned out to be a guy. Not just any guy, but my sworn enemy. The person I’ve spent years trying to kill. First time reaching an orgasm, same guy. Thirteen year old me who told his best friend he had no interest in jerking off or p**n because it was a waste of time is probably spinning in his mental grave right now.

Like I was part of something bigger than myself. "You sure?" Axel asked. "I'm sure." "The compound isn't exactly I*******m-worthy." I looked around the simple office. Concrete walls, basic furniture, the smell of leather and motor oil drifting in from the garage. "Maybe that's what I need." --- That evening, I posted my first story. A video of me sitting in what looked like a coffee shop, talking about childhood fears and small-town legends. I mentioned growing up where people believed in monsters. How that shaped your worldview.

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

He stripped me like someone opening a package. His touch was rough. Cold. Unfeeling. I clenched my jaw, squeezed my eyes shut, and endured the pain. When the moment broke, a scream tore out of me. My first time—the one I saved all my life—was gone in the hands of a man who didn’t deserve to look at me. When it was finally over, I lay there shaking, tears drying on my cheeks. Then something shifted. His breathing slowed. The air crackled. A strange, powerful

For the first time, I did not look like someone who had survived a story. I looked like someone beginning one.

My whole body tightened. I came embarrassingly so fast, chest heaving, my back arching off the bed. He straightened, and our lips met again, intense and passionate. He joined me again on the bed and parted my thighs with his. He entered me with one, hard thrust. Pain shot through me despite how much my body had welcomed him. He was my first. He had no idea. Of all the people in the world, my first time had somehow happened with a man I barely knew, a man I had met only hours ago. Yet lying beneath him, I didn't feel ashamed.

I just let my tears freely flow from my eyes as I told them my story. As I told them my first ever babysitting job I got when I was eleven, my very first kiss, the every fight me and my mother quarrel about which is about me going to college and spending my savings for a goddamn course that she said I wasn’t fit for. I told them about Jordan and my job at Maine, my first sex and the first time I feel liberated and unchained from the so-called family who adopted me. Minutes turned to hours as I just narrated my heart-wrenching story. Melissa and Rowena just vivaciously listen to my whine and tales, my rant and my longings.

I mumbled but he managed to hear what I said. "Then what is it about?" He asked gently, while his hand was on my arm tugging me to face him. "It was my first time and I felt like I wasn't good enough," I blurted out without carefully going through my words. I was suddenly met with silence, Glen's hand froze on my hand immediately then I quickly turned to face him, he wore a confused yet worried look on his face. "Are you okay?" I calmly asked. His gaze wandered to my eyes then he suddenly gripped me gently, "did you just say this is your first time?"

There were a few things I should get to know, myself. “Fine.” I crossed my arms and watched him closely as I spilled the horror of my first kiss. A drunk, messy, awkward thing in a bar, with a creepy stranger, on my sixteenth birthday. A stupid act of rebellion against my mom who I caught in the same bar. It's kept its record as the worst kiss of my life. Adrien made a face. I found it cute. Get a grip, girl. “I think you're the first human with a sob story about their first kiss. Pretty much every other human I've met always had something feel-good to say about theirs.”