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Your First and Your Last
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Your First and Your Last For my first blog post (and probably several more in the future until I can come up with my own original topics) is inspired by a writing prompt I found. This prompt asks to "write about your last sexual experience. How was it different from your first sexual experience?" I didn't specifically list how the experiences differ but I think it's fairly obvious by reading... My First We had been talking on the phone daily since I met him in the hospital where I worked as an intern. Many months before, he helped me navigate through the mysterious underground tunnels that I had so bravely decided to try alone. I was petrified wandering by myself in the dark tunnels and this was long before the time of cell phones. I’m sure there wouldn’t have been much of a reception even had the technology existed. I never heard him step behind me and nearly climbed out of my skin when his deep baritone-like voice whispered into my ear and asked if I needed any help. Now, however, we could barely keep our hands off one another. I knew he wanted to fuck me. He groped me harder, kissed me stronger and his feet scuffed along the hardwood floors has he tried his absolute best to direct me from the front room into his bedroom. I was only 16 years old but I knew his plan. What he failed to realize in his frenzy, was that this was my plan all along. I didn’t need to be in love with my first. I just had an immeasurable thirst to have my first. As most<b> teenagers </font></b>do, my girlfriends and I had spent many slumber nights discussing sex, how it felt, would we like it? Half of the girls in our “clique” had already indulged in their fantasy and I was more than ready to join the ranks. I backed into the bedroom until my legs hit the edge of the king-size bed placed square in the center of the room. We rolled from one side of the large bed to the other feeling each other’s faces and pulling at the few articles of clothing we both were still wearing until he stood up and removed his pants. I knew it was going to happen and if I had any doubts before then, they were all dissolved when he reached into the nightstand and pulled out a condom. “It’s really going to happen,” I thought. Only my skirt remained on my body as he had stealthily removed every other article of clothing. He took my legs, one in each hand and pulled me to the edge of the bed with him and allowed him to remove my final garment. Stepping between my legs he spread them wide. My breathing stuttered and stopped as heo my virgin hole. I laid back on the cool comforter and my eyes fluttered closed as I anticipated his entry. I could feel his cock start to enter me but it was not the pleasure I anticipated. With each attempt to get inside me I inched my body further from his. “Stop running,” he panted trying that much harder to conquer me. Before he even had an opportunity to gain access to my forbidden fruit I fell off the massive bed not realizing I had scooted from one end of the bed to the other. He pulled me up to the bed, pinned my legs to the bed and in one quick move put his penis all the way inside me. I couldn’t help but yelp in pain and in surprise. Of all the talks we had in the wee hours about sex, not one time did anybody mention it could hurt! The only thought that could penetrate my mind outside of the stretching going on between my legs was the one piece of advice my best friend gave. “It will not feel good if you just lay there, you have to move.” So, I moved. I swayed my hips to meet his. I put my arms around his neck and fucked him as hard as he fucked me. We sweat. We moaned. He came. My Last He’s not mine, I am required to share him. My kink almost always demands I be understanding of everyone’s “situation”. Mature Doms/Masters are typically not just older but also in well-established relationships. That is what makes this arrangement even stranger, he is neither a Dom nor a Master. He’s probably the most vanilla man I have ever “interacted” with, and that speaks volumes for me. Every relationship I’ve been in since becoming single has been of the bdsm variety – except this one. So he’s vanilla he’s otherwise accounted for, and I’m still attracted to him? The answer is unequivocally, yes. His body towers over me. He’s a protector – my protector, maybe his nature. When he stands behind me and wraps his arms around my body, I feel as if I don’t even have to breathe because he’s doing it for me. I thought of all this as the hot water beat mercilessly against my back in the shower. I always eagerly anticipate his visits and today is no different. I gently pushed the razor from under my arms and down my thighs. My hands glided over my skin behind the blade making sure not to miss a spot, thinking I want him to be able to kiss me all over – wherever he desires. Satisfied that my body was smooth enough for his touch, I exited the shower, patted my body dry and applied generous amounts of lotion. I imagined his touch and the butterflies in my tummy awakened with great fervor. I had lost track of time. When I picked up my phone he had notified me that he was outside my house. My fingers pecked at my phone anxiously trying to get him in my home. Please come in… Before I could tell him how much I missed him, his clothes were off, my towel was on the floor and I was in his lap covering his beautiful face in kisses. His soft hands caressed my back and I whispered in his ear. “I need you inside me.” His beautiful cock jumped before the rest of his body recognized my words. Unable to resist I giggled at his response. I giggled until he indeed put himself inside my pussy which was eagerly anticipating his entry. Slowly he inched his way through my sweet cave until our bodies were completely conjoined. I cupped his sexy face, the tip of my tongue licked his soft lips and I muttered, “I missed you.” “Come here beautiful,” he said then took my mouth with his desperately. Yes, desperately taking every piece of my intimacy with it. My tongue searched for his and my pelvis swayed back and forth stroking his cock to a rhythm only we could create. I arched my back and my hands found his knees just as his mouth latched onto my breast. All our body parts were in complete sync. His arms wrapped me tight and he moved from one breast to another. I moved to the floor and he took me from behind. He pulled on my hair and I swirled my hips harder into his lap. My pussy clinched tightly around his cock as I was sure he was going to explode. He didn’t. Back on the couch he fed me his cock. He slid in and out of my mouth wonderfully. I milked his cock with my hand and could feel his cum rise from the base, slowly up to the tip until my mouth filled with his creamy treat – just for me. |
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4/11/2017 6:52 pm |
i appreciate you taking the time to read. i try to be as honest as possible. for me, this is the one place i can really be...me. i was hoping to portray how my sexuality has evolved over the years.....yes in my teens sex was juvenile, now i hope it's substantial. thanks again for reading!
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Nice prompt. I am finding myself to really like what I hope is your honesty. So many people are scared to write the truth for all to read. I have to admit, your last experience seems pretty steamy. Your first, however, seems to mimic too many others that I've personally experienced. I must say, I like your later experience better.
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4/9/2017 11:20 am |
Nice prompt. I am finding myself to really like what I hope is your honesty. So many people are scared to write the truth for all to read. I have to admit, your last experience seems pretty steamy. Your first, however, seems to mimic too many others that I've personally experienced. I must say, I like your later experience better.
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nice
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nice
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