I knew I would want to write about my first time. Whether good or bad, I believed that having waited for, wondered about, and even idealized that first encounter for so long I would be moved to write. Whether I would be recording how the reality differed or affirmed all I’d previously imagined or making an entry of the memory like a flower blossom from a firmly preserved in the pages of one’s journal, I’d expected that I (as sick …
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His lips lightly brushed mine and I felt the chemistry that had been brewing between us simmer and yet with forced hesitation I pulled away. That was the first time he had ever tried to kiss …
She stared at his fat face without emotion as she slid up and down his penis. He licked his fat lips in pleasure, not daring to take his heavily lidded eyes off her expanding crotch. His …