6/29/2023 0 Comments My first time storysBut I think, if that had happened, my juvenile mind might have exploded.įrom that night forth, breasts were no longer these foreign bodies I saw every day but had no familiarity with. as softly as I could, and of course, every few moments, my mind stopped to think, "Yes! You are touching a breast! This ROCKS!" Looking back, I wonder why I didn't try to lift up her shirt and actually look at her breasts. They are receiving the full treatment of someone who has never wanted anything more than to feel EVERY part of those breasts. That night, there were two breasts that I had license to feel, and I was gonna make the most of it! I think when girls get felt up by a boy who is doing it for the first time, they're basically getting a breast exam the likes and care of which they will never experience from any doctor. 2 days ago &0183 &32 The event at the Kenneth Hahn Hall of Administration kicked off LGBTQ+ Pride Month and marked the first time a Pride flag flew over a Los Angeles County building. Deliberately, I made sure to cop every feel, make every grab, pinch every area, that I had always dreamed of. Having grazed nipple, I became more daring and pinched nipple! Then I cupped breast, then cupped breasts, I squeezed fingers under the bra to graze nipple. was wearing a basic cotton bra, and I grabbed breast, then both breasts. What was important was that I was finally feeling those human mounds of flesh that I had stared at and thought about for so long. happened to have pretty large breasts, but that wasn't important. She was nine years older than me and I always looked to her help and friendship. This was the early 70s and she was a product of that era. My sister 'Kate,' as I will call her, was always talking about sex when I was growing up. In my mind, I could almost hear a rousing rendition of "We Are the Champions!" This is the story about my first time with my sister. If somebody would tell me I was gay before that day, I would have given them a middle finger. Many say they knew they were gay their whole lives, not my case. Having made a soft landing, I slid my hand up her shirt. This is the story of my first time and, as many first times on anything, it didn’tt go well because of my inexperience. This contact was, of course, hugely thrilling, but I was already craving more.Īfter a bit of time groping her above the shirt - I wanted to be romantic, after all, and take my time - I let my hand float down to T.'s midsection, landing it at the bottom of her tank top with a tentative confidence that I can best liken to Captain Sullenberger landing Flight 1529 in the Hudson River. We started making out on the sofa in the living room, and feeling that I had to "be cool," like I'd "been there before," I reached out and placed my hand firmly on a breast and gave it a little squeeze like I was gauging the ripeness of an avocado. The place was dim and quiet perfect for the solemn and powerful event that was about to take place. Kate Dries Published SeptemComments ( 281) When we asked for the best stories about the first time you had sex, we knew there would be some weird offerings. My mom wouldn't get home from work until late. was wearing a cotton tank top and denim cut-offs. When I was sixteen, I thought I knew everything and all I needed was a little more time so that my chronological age would catch up with my mental age. It was springtime, and I still remember that T. Nave in a way that only an older, wiser version of myself can really understand. One Friday, after a study group at a friend's house, T. We had made out a few times, and the chemistry was building. As a freshman in high school, I had been dating T., who was 14, for a couple of weeks. Fortunately, I was wearing a long skirt, which concealed the panties around my ankles.I was 15 years old when I first felt a woman's breast. "It wasn't too long before best friend, who was very very drunk, found me. "I knew men got oral sex, but I think I was oblivious about the potential pleasure for me. It was just all really surprising and totally new to me. "I don't even know what I was thinking, if I was thinking. Then it happened, and I was just completely caught off guard. My first kiss wasn’t decadent like holding hands with David. Still, I ruminate about what became of him and hope that his parents didn’t beat the kindness from his soul and the pulse from his life. Eventually, he and I ducked out and went into the stairwell to make out. I knew in that moment, I would never see him again. A central-casting-looking punk/goth boy took a liking to me. "Ex lived in higher-rise (maybe 20 stories) apartment building. My best friend and lied to our mothers and said we were staying at each other's houses, but instead we absconded with the car I wasn't supposed to be driving and went to the party. "An ex-boyfriend who was in college was having a party in a large city about two hours away from my town of 1,100 people. "It was my 17th birthday, which just so happens to fall on New Year's Eve.
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