Where it happened: His bedroom
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
My real first time was rape, and the other occasions after that,before the story I’m about to tell, were basically learning experiences from men who were using me because I had a vagina. They almost made me lose faith in men altogether, I was ready to give up on true love.
I fell for this man, told him all about my past and the way I had been treated in the past, and he still wanted to be with me. He was the only guy who gave me the opportunity to choose whether or not to have sex. Before, I felt I should let the guy make the decisions, and what man would refuse a piece of ass? He told me that he would wait until I was ready to have sex, and whenever we got together, it was VERY intense, but no matter how far we went, he never made THAT move. So I decided that Valentines Night would be the night. Before that, though, we went to the clinic and took HIV tests together, just to be on the safe side. Every couple should, I think. Anyway, I bought some gorgeous white lingerie, and he got the chocolates and a bottle of Sheffield’s Sherry. He even took the time to find polyurethane condoms, since I’m allergic to latex.
By the time that night came around, I was READY, we both were. The alcohol was drunk, the sweets eaten and the lingerie destroyed. When it finally happened, when he lay on top of me, and I said “Yes” and he slowly entered my ready, wet folds, it wasn’t sex. We made LOVE. It was everything I hoped it would be. We fit together that night like we were made for each other, and we stil do to this day. We have a son now, and whatever happens I can gladly say that our child was made out of love, and thats all I ever wished for. I don’t know what the future holds for us, we’re both still young, but I know love exists and not all men only want that one thing. There’s hope after all.
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