Myfirst Time Story Novels & Stories

Madison gave another small smile, her heart tugging as she began her tale. “He used to work at this tiny shop. The first time we met, we instantly clicked. And he was the goofiest person I have ever met.” Madison narrated, unable to control her laughter now. "He used to help me sneak out of my house, to watch these amazing circus shows. And he was the one who taught me how to ride a bike for the first time. There was this crazy dance he used to do when he got excited, we shared so many wonderful moments." Madison giggled genuinely this time around, surprisingly warm and happy.

she pressed. I took a deep breath, a blush creeping up my cheeks. This wasn't just any story; it felt like the beginning of something special, and I wanted to savour every detail. "Well," I began, pausing for dramatic effect, "it all started with a wrong turn..." A collective gasp from my friends sent chills of excitement down my spine. Leaning in closer, I launched into the story, weaving a tale of a chance encounter, an unexpected connection, and a spark that ignited something beautiful in my life.

This is a new story for you guys, Enjoy... "FAMILIARITY " *Everyone has a story about their first time. Some are sweet and romantic, some are incredible, some are bizarre and some are disasters. My story may be all those things rolled into one. When I think back even I have a hard time believing what happened. I do know that I wouldn't be where I am today without the incredible woman who dropped so suddenly into my life, a woman I met the fall of my second year at college. I owe her so much.

Hello guys, CodeyVanilla here. It's nice being here with y'all. I want to thank each and everyone of you, for being a part of this journey with me. You guys made a dream come true. How I started this story is actually really surprising, I'm no professional and this is my actual first book. I know it's a bit weird when you first start but I promise you it gets better as you continue. I apologize for the grammatical typos and errors, I'll edit as time goes on.

he said, sunk in some stream of thought I couldn’t fathom. But I was getting some ideas now. Well, a flow of wonderful thoughts. I could see a story forming – The First Love Letter – a boy who’s physically attracted to a girl initially, realizes his love for her when she leaves for a far-away land, but before he could express his feelings, she’s gone! She leaves behind an address in a big city, but the boy is too poor to make a journey to find her (Biswa wasn’t poor in this case though), so he writes a letter; the letter is actually written by his best friend; a month later the boy receives a response from the girl – she has accepted the boy’s proposal, and expresses her desire to meet him…

Your mother called me up to tell the people one of my stories around a campfire and that was when I played with fire for the first time. "I would never forget how... How exhilarating it felt. Being the center of everyone's attention. As they stared at the flame images and I created stories and pictures out of oxygen and flame. It felt absolutely wonderful. To not be looked on like I was scum. Like I was a mistake, like I was something to be hated on and detested. That night, their eyes had been filled with awe. Children rushed up to me that night, hugging me, wanting to touch me, wanting me to hold them in their arms. Mothers were grateful to me and telling me how I had been such a blessing

Orian asked, his voice having an irritated edge to it and I giggled at his blatant display of jealousy. The urge to tell him that I had no one before him rose within me but I kicked it aside, "Terren." I lied picking at the edges of my crop top, "He's the only man I have been involved with before you." "Hmm." He hummed and I wondered if he knew I was lying, "What was your first time like?" Oh, here it goes, think smart, think smart, "He just put it in, moved and brought it out. It hurt but not like that other stuff we had done."

"No, it's not pathetic, it's chance and happenstance. Maybe a little pickiness." She had managed to get me decently hard, and she was rubbing herself, getting warmed up for me, while she continued her tale. "Dad loved hearing Beth's story about her first time. I know I did. Pretty cool. You wanna know about my first time, Jack?" She was on her side, opening her legs for me, and guiding me home. I grabbed her hips and tugged her closer, lifted her leg, and settled in. So good, so right.

The first time I met Knox was during a family vacation. I was quiet, and he was the boy who got smacked a thousand times a day for his mischief. At a BBQ party, I burned my palm trying to grab a piece of meat without realizing it was hot. My parents and his were enjoying themselves, so I decided not to cry. I was only five then. Hiding my burning palm, staring longingly at the meat I couldn’t eat, I felt miserable. That was when Knox spoke to me for the first time.

It feels strange, realizing how little I really know about him. “And you?” Ghost asks, his eyes searching mine. I freeze, my heart thudding painfully in my chest. My first time wasn’t... exactly a choice. It wasn’t something I wanted, and the memory leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. I hesitate, unsure how to even begin explaining it to him. The words feel heavy on my tongue, stuck somewhere between shame and anger.