First Time
Thursday, February 13, 2014 | 6:00 PM | 0comments
"How was your first time like?"
A question that is no stranger to me. Countless of times I've heard so many bad, weird or awkward first times and very little of good. One thing we could all agree is no matter bad or good, they are still memorable in some ways.
I had my fair share in the game of "love" but truthfully, I never really understood what "love" meant. Which is why I never associated love with sex.
I knew that love could only be identified in time and to fall in love, you have to believe that it exist. To me, one does not need feelings in order to engage in physical intimacy. Love is something deeper, something meaningful, something a girl like me isn't ready for.
I was a wild thorn the moment I stepped out from high school. I wanted to experience everything the world has to offer. So I put myself out there and boy, the fun never stop.
I was hard to contain and I was constantly occupied with my social life.
I was never afraid to get to know other people and that made my family a little uncomfortable.
They were protective of me but as a teen, I read it as obsessive and clingy. Not to mention, naggy.
I neglected my family and spent most of my nights out because there wasn't anything to look forward to at home.
To me, freedom is home.
I love the care-free life and I wanted more of it.
I enjoy doing what I do and that led me to my first love. He was 4years my senior and as cliche as it may sound, I fell hopelessly in love with his personality. He was crazy, funny and good looking.
I was hard to contain and I was constantly occupied with my social life.
I was never afraid to get to know other people and that made my family a little uncomfortable.
They were protective of me but as a teen, I read it as obsessive and clingy. Not to mention, naggy.
I neglected my family and spent most of my nights out because there wasn't anything to look forward to at home.
To me, freedom is home.
I love the care-free life and I wanted more of it.
I enjoy doing what I do and that led me to my first love. He was 4years my senior and as cliche as it may sound, I fell hopelessly in love with his personality. He was crazy, funny and good looking.
But first love doesn't necessarily meant the first person you've been with. First love in my definition, is the first person you've ever shared a special bonding with regardless how many you've dated previously. And to me, he was the first to have given me that opportunity to feel the special connection between two individuals.
Hate putting on labels, I went out with him as just "someone I'm seeing".
We chatted constantly on the net, talked on the phone till the sun comes up, we hung out, we danced, he fetched me from work and the list goes on. Till one afternoon as fate has it, we ended up watching movies in his double-decker sofa bed, all alone in the room.
Words goes around that he has a tendency to mark his woman when he wanted them to be his.
I knew exactly what they meant and although it was already expected, I secretly told myself I would prove to be different.
Little did I know, I succumbed myself into my only weakness (& strength), Lust.
From harmlessly cuddling to spooning around to caressing and suddenly, our lips were locking.
Hands were busy fumbling around through the blanket and layered of clothings, eager to touch each other's skins.
He slide his hands under my skirt and pulled down my panties, whispering if I'm ready.
I wasn't sure but I nod, embracing myself to what is coming next. He was kind, gentle enough to go slow, knowing that it would hurt me. Concern, he kept asking if I'm alright for every inch in and that he would stop if it hurt.
Impatient, I looked at him straight in the eye and said, "Shut up and just fuck me already".
And then it happened.
He slammed it in so hard, I forgot to breathe. It felt good, being my first, it was mind blowing.
We were on missionary first (I guess that's how most first time works) but I got bored of it so I turned around, push him down with his head over the edge of the bed and rode him instead. The sensation was completely different, somehow in that position he was able to hit the right spot.
His eyes showed hunger and eagerness which made me excited knowing he wants me.
As though the humping and grinding wasn't enough he lifted me up to changed into a sitting position, with him having his back resting against the sofa bed. I was panting heavily but I couldn't stop, I wouldn't stop until he told me to.
I reached out my hand over my head towards his metal bed frame to support myself, giving him the full view of my round perky boobs.
Hate putting on labels, I went out with him as just "someone I'm seeing".
We chatted constantly on the net, talked on the phone till the sun comes up, we hung out, we danced, he fetched me from work and the list goes on. Till one afternoon as fate has it, we ended up watching movies in his double-decker sofa bed, all alone in the room.
Words goes around that he has a tendency to mark his woman when he wanted them to be his.
I knew exactly what they meant and although it was already expected, I secretly told myself I would prove to be different.
Little did I know, I succumbed myself into my only weakness (& strength), Lust.
From harmlessly cuddling to spooning around to caressing and suddenly, our lips were locking.
Hands were busy fumbling around through the blanket and layered of clothings, eager to touch each other's skins.
He slide his hands under my skirt and pulled down my panties, whispering if I'm ready.
I wasn't sure but I nod, embracing myself to what is coming next. He was kind, gentle enough to go slow, knowing that it would hurt me. Concern, he kept asking if I'm alright for every inch in and that he would stop if it hurt.
Impatient, I looked at him straight in the eye and said, "Shut up and just fuck me already".
And then it happened.
He slammed it in so hard, I forgot to breathe. It felt good, being my first, it was mind blowing.
We were on missionary first (I guess that's how most first time works) but I got bored of it so I turned around, push him down with his head over the edge of the bed and rode him instead. The sensation was completely different, somehow in that position he was able to hit the right spot.
His eyes showed hunger and eagerness which made me excited knowing he wants me.
As though the humping and grinding wasn't enough he lifted me up to changed into a sitting position, with him having his back resting against the sofa bed. I was panting heavily but I couldn't stop, I wouldn't stop until he told me to.
I reached out my hand over my head towards his metal bed frame to support myself, giving him the full view of my round perky boobs.
And this excites him alot.
I threw my head back while arching my body at the same time and he began to nibbled and massaged my boobs. I was starting to lose control.. He told me not to stop and as I kept going, he was at the verge of coming. He pushed me down to the bed and started to thrust in even more harder and finally, he pulled out just in time and came all over my chest.
Panting, he asked if I did came. Confused, I told him perhaps. I felt butterflies in my tummy and my legs were shaking. I didn't know how is it to feel like to come. I didn't know when and if I could control myself from coming. I didn't know how to detect it.
That very night, I made a note to myself to research more on female orgasms.
And I was surprised to my findings.
I didn't came on my first time.
x Once Upon a Time x
Panting, he asked if I did came. Confused, I told him perhaps. I felt butterflies in my tummy and my legs were shaking. I didn't know how is it to feel like to come. I didn't know when and if I could control myself from coming. I didn't know how to detect it.
That very night, I made a note to myself to research more on female orgasms.
And I was surprised to my findings.
I didn't came on my first time.
x Once Upon a Time x
