| Author: | Persephone Moore | ISBN: | 9781370985333 |
| Publisher: | Elliot Silvestri | Publication: | March 29, 2018 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Persephone Moore |
| ISBN: | 9781370985333 |
| Publisher: | Elliot Silvestri |
| Publication: | March 29, 2018 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Everyone has a first time, but there’s more than one first time. There’s a lot of them. They all start out so innocent and sweet and then you realize that innocent and sweet is boring; dirty and kinky is where the real fun is.
Looking back, I realized I had a lot of special first times with different men…and women. I wanted to remember each and every one of them. I didn’t have a lot of crazy stories, but they were all the best.
And it all started with a simple kiss…
ADULT READERS ONLY
This 11,000 word story contains explicit sex and sexual descriptions along with group sex, lesbian sex, cheating, lying, and everything that makes sex actually fun, along with descriptions of sexual activity that not all readers will enjoy. All characters are 18 or older.
Excerpt:
The first time I really kissed a boy was at the end of school party my friends held in celebration of our upcoming high school graduation. I was still friends with Jill and she had paired off with Jeff Vanvranken. Nadia had invited her boyfriend Hermes to the party. Leigh rounded out our quartet and she told Alan if he came to the party then they could have sex. That left me and Loren alone in the basement rec room of Jill’s house.
As irony would have it, I was one of the first in my cohort to turn eighteen, but the last to look it. Puberty had hit me late, but I was finally catching up to everyone else. My boobs were small and I barely topped out at five foot one, but I was eager and ready to go.
“They left us alone,” I observed to Loren when Jill took Jeff upstairs to her room. Leigh had disappeared long before; I was certain she was having sex with Alan in Jill’s brother’s room. I had no idea where Nadia and Hermes were.
“Are they setting us up?” Loren grinned at me. He was broad shouldered and lanky, easily more than a foot taller than me. His sandy brown hair fell into his green eyes and, given the right opportunity, I would have said yes to anything that night.
“No,” I answered. “They’re just too involved in everyone else.”
Everyone has a first time, but there’s more than one first time. There’s a lot of them. They all start out so innocent and sweet and then you realize that innocent and sweet is boring; dirty and kinky is where the real fun is.
Looking back, I realized I had a lot of special first times with different men…and women. I wanted to remember each and every one of them. I didn’t have a lot of crazy stories, but they were all the best.
And it all started with a simple kiss…
ADULT READERS ONLY
This 11,000 word story contains explicit sex and sexual descriptions along with group sex, lesbian sex, cheating, lying, and everything that makes sex actually fun, along with descriptions of sexual activity that not all readers will enjoy. All characters are 18 or older.
Excerpt:
The first time I really kissed a boy was at the end of school party my friends held in celebration of our upcoming high school graduation. I was still friends with Jill and she had paired off with Jeff Vanvranken. Nadia had invited her boyfriend Hermes to the party. Leigh rounded out our quartet and she told Alan if he came to the party then they could have sex. That left me and Loren alone in the basement rec room of Jill’s house.
As irony would have it, I was one of the first in my cohort to turn eighteen, but the last to look it. Puberty had hit me late, but I was finally catching up to everyone else. My boobs were small and I barely topped out at five foot one, but I was eager and ready to go.
“They left us alone,” I observed to Loren when Jill took Jeff upstairs to her room. Leigh had disappeared long before; I was certain she was having sex with Alan in Jill’s brother’s room. I had no idea where Nadia and Hermes were.
“Are they setting us up?” Loren grinned at me. He was broad shouldered and lanky, easily more than a foot taller than me. His sandy brown hair fell into his green eyes and, given the right opportunity, I would have said yes to anything that night.
“No,” I answered. “They’re just too involved in everyone else.”
