Where it happened: His House
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
My first time was so loving, so erotic, so passionate, and so scary. It was six years ago but I remember it like it was six seconds ago.
My boyfriend and I had only been dating a year. We hugged and kissed sometimes, but rarely made out and never went far at all. We held hands and he would put his arms around me, but when I said no, he respected me.
One day, he took me out to dinner, telling me to dress nice. I asked what the occasion was, but he said it was a special night. I didn’t know why.
After a dinner of soup, salad, chicken, and red wine at Chez le Dupin, which was the fanciest resteraunt it town, he took me back to his place. “Why is tonight special?” I kept asking him. But he always said the same thing. “It’s a special night, Mariah.”
We were relaxing in front of the fire. I felt his tongue on my ear. He traced it down to my neck and then to my cleavage. I giggled and told him to stop, but I didn’t mean it. He pulled down my dress, and I slid out of it. I was wearing a really hot pair of a black bra and panties. They were lacy and totally sexy.
He took off his jacket and tie. I unbuttoned his shirt, but told him to leave it on, it made him sexy.
He slipped off my bra and panties. Then he took off his pants and boxers.
He turned me on my stomach on the floor. God! It turned out he had a hot oil dispenser right there and started rubbing it all over my back and let it drip on my legs.
He turned me on my back and positioned his penis at my opening. My heart starting beating faster. Before he went in, he looked me straight in the eyes (god his eyes, those eyes, those dark blue eyes) and said “I love you, Mariah” before putting himself in.
I got knocked up, so we got married.
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