Myfirst Time Story Novels & Stories

Horace was the best candidate; I didn't even need to get my hands dirty. In the seventh year, Horace took me to see the maple leaves. The hills were painted red, full of wild energy and life. As we walked down the mountain, I silently took his hand. I wished that time could stand still in that moment.

I grab some soap so I can lather up. Then I began to tell her a story, weaving truth and fantasy together while I rubbed one out. I was facing her, so I could see her reaction. "I often think of the first time I ate your sweet pus8sy. How I spread your legs wide and tasted you for the first time. My di8ck was so hard behind my zipper, but I ignored it. I just wanted to bask in you and your scent. The firmness of your flesh. Do you remember how I nibbled on your cl8it? How I sucked it into my mouth until you gushed for me?" I asked, rhetorically.

Teaching is her passion specially surrounded by those little munchkins give her mental peace. Other characters will be added further... Assalamualaikum my choco pies!! Hope you all are doing well😉 So here's the character description of my first ever story and I'm hell nervous whether you'll like it or not😬 Do share your views and let me know you like the characters or not. t. Also vote,comment and share this story with your friends. Okay now enough of my rambling. Meet you next time with the very first chapter of story until then take lots of care and Allah Hafiz. See ya!!! - [ ]

Can't believe I said that,his hands clamped on my waist, the other sliding between us. The feeling was totally out of the world. I clutched my hand tightly around his waist, trying to get myself together as the heat of sensation spun down through my chest, unexpected and overwhelming “Finally” I whispered, I could hear myself trembling, half laughing “My fir.…... My first time.. Giving my first time to my brother My step brother…..OH MY GOSHH….. *********************

Always trying to be some kind of Disney prince. The loud laughter snapped me out of my thoughts as Miranda came back to sit down. It was my turn. I stood up, memories from that night hitting me hard — almost making me gag. Me: Well… first kiss was with my best friend. We were young and curious. Wanted to know what it felt like, so we tried it. It was weird, not gonna lie. But my first time? Total waste of time. It was my 18th birthday and... Ding.

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 am scared, I know what he is going to do, and I cannot stop him. He roughly turned me around, and the tears started running down my face. This was not how I wanted my first time to be. I close my eyes, waiting for what I expected to be painful. Begging the moon goddess to help me, to save me. but nothing happened. Because in the next second, a big black wolf came running and pushed him off me.

As we twirled and laughed, Layla couldn't resist the urge to ask, "So, Henry, tell me about your first love. What was it like?" I chuckled, feeling a wave of nostalgia wash over me. "Ah, my first love. Her name was Sarah, and we were both in the seventh grade. I thought she hung the moon and stars." Layla's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "How did you confess your feelings to her?" I couldn't help but grin at the memory. "Well, I decided to write her a heartfelt love letter. I poured my soul into it, professing my undying love. But the problem was, I was so shy that I never actually gave it to her."

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.

Back when we were kids, Kier had told me about his first love. His first kiss. It was a cute little story. It was at a mall during one of his vacations in South Korea, a girl was crying because she lost an earring. Kier had found it and kissed the girl to make her feel better. And just like every little thing in my life, I wrote about it in my diary.