21/05/2016
This is a true story of my first time. It is filled with sensual passion, none of the extra kinky stuff, so if this isn't want you're looking for, kindly move onto the next post. (:
The first night was loving, he embraced me fully, not much happened. His bare body pressed againts mine, and every contact felt like a mixture of Ice and fire, it excited my body and coiled my brain with an insatiable lust that I had never felt before. He entered my body, and stretched me in new, sublime ways.
The second time, I cried. It was still new, I felt embarressed, I didn't know what to do. But he laid me down, and thrusted. Oh God, he is so big. I feel myself stretching, hurting, but it is good. My mind turns to static, and my thoughts scrambled. Nothing else matters but making sure I hold onto this person, I want him to know I love him, but my words escape as moan and whimpers. He is thinly built - like me, but I can feel his strength beneath his skin. He is hard and solid, and seeing his arms flex - just makes me all the more lustful. Thrust after thrust, and I swallow a scream, my legs quake, and he goes so deep, I feel the tip graze againts the inside walls, and I never thought I had a place within me big enough to hold something of such immensity.
To be in the arms of someone you love, to be completely exposed, to allow myself into such a position - was one of the hardest things I've done, but the most wonderful. ❤️