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My First Time (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)


          
It was our first time together and also my first time ever and, just like all of you that have been in this situation, I was scared of what everyone would think, but I went with that first touch that sent my body tingling with pleasure. The way his hand caressed the back of my neck. He wanted this. He wanted this badly. Blood heated. Breaths deep. Bodies waiting.

My lips leaned in met and his lips. A magnetic spark turned into a slight nibble on each other’s lips. Hot breaths, sweet and sensual. I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled off the t-shirt from his body, smooth, warm, beautiful flesh. I wanted this. I wanted this so bad. My soul erected.

It must of have been when his tongue licked my neck and sent electricity up my face, my brain seizured with ecstasy. Was it the fear of this sensation that held me back this long? What would they think if they saw me like this, my eyes rolled in the back of my head? Trembling skin.

Our jeans were off and then our underwear. Our bodies were able to embrace completely free of any physical restraints, emotional restraints. Kissing intensified and their tongues wrestled for oral penetration.  We wanted this. We wanted each other. Heartbeats faster…beat… beat…beat…beat.

I fell down onto the bed as God’s creation of the most erotic flesh fell on top on me. Our bodies melted into each other as his tongue went from my chest, down my stomach, into unconquered territory.  This wasn’t a position ever expected to be in. But, it felt natural. It felt…it felt…it felt…

And when the lava erupted out of me, my body clenched into a place I had never been, my soul took in his soul. I really saw and felt someone, him. I looked into his eyes and he looked into mine. It was done, our fluids congealed into love, we had become one, this had been real. And all I could do was catch my breath, a part of me had been released and completed. And I wondered if people would all know what I had just done and how free I felt.

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