The night was quiet, the air was still. The stars shone brightly in the sky, and the moon was full and round.
She stepped out of her apartment, her heart thumping in her chest, excitement and apprehension coursing through her veins. Tonight was the night, her first night with a man. She had been with women before, but never with a man.
She had heard stories, of course. Stories of passion and pleasure, of desire and pleasure, of the unknown and the unexplored. But she had never experienced it for herself.
She walked down the street, her heart pounding in her ears. She had no idea what to expect, or even what she wanted. All she knew was that she wanted to feel something new. Something she had never felt before.
When she arrived at his apartment, she took a deep breath, her hands shaking slightly as she knocked on the door. He opened it and smiled, his eyes twinkling with mischievousness. She followed him inside, feeling her heart race faster and faster as he closed the door behind them.
He kissed her gently, his hands exploring her body as he did. She felt her breath quicken and her skin tingle as he touched her. He removed her clothes, one piece at a time, kissing each newly revealed part of her body.
He laid her on the bed, his eyes devouring her naked form. She felt exposed and vulnerable, yet strangely liberated. He moved on top of her, his skin pressing against hers. She felt his hardness pressing against her, as his lips met hers.
She gasped as he entered her, her body trembling with pleasure. He moved inside her, their bodies in perfect harmony as they explored one another. She felt her skin flush and her body heat up as they moved together.
Finally, they reached their climax, their bodies trembling and shaking in ecstasy. They lay in each other’s arms, their bodies still intertwined. She felt a deep sense of satisfaction, of fulfilment. She had finally experienced her first time, and it had been beautiful.
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