[M]y [F]irst love was a stripper

This story is from my early 20s, so it’s not recent, but it is something I wanted to share the story of. This is about my ex-girlfriend Cindy, or we can call her by her stripper name, Cinnamon. Cindy and I were high school sweet hearts. We met when we were 16 and had a mostly normal teenage relationship, except that we grew up Hollywood adjacent and were into the club scene a bit. We had a good time exploring sex and new desires together. She always had that stripper’s body, and would give clumsy, but well intentioned lap dances as she treated 18 year old me to a special occasion.

But then it all came crashing down. We had our problems, I didn’t know how to really treat a woman yet and she was a bit of a wild child I couldn’t fully tame. She had been acting weird, being hard to get a hold of and I confronted her. Some club promoter she met in Hollywood had seen her dancing in a club and offered her a chance to move to Vegas and work at his club. Yes…a strip club. But he supposedly had a lot of connections in the dance industry and he was going to make her a star. It was something out of a bad 80s movie and she was falling for it hook, line, and sinker. The more I tried to convince her he was a sleaze, the more I seemed like a jealous immature thing she needed to get away from. And one day…she was gone.

Wall To Wall [MF] [Oral] [creampie]

“Three months,” mused a restless, but excited Leslie Mayfield, “it’s been three whole months since I felt Rod’s loving touch.”

She’d been repeating that mantra since her plane landed an hour ago. Even though the flight had only been a couple hours, it might as well have been the longest trip of her life. Her time away from home and the man she loved had been strenuous, to say the least. Now, it was almost over and the cab driver couldn’t move fast enough.

Leslie fought the urge to yell at him, but it was already past midnight and Rod’s apartment wasn’t going anywhere. She just watched and waited anxiously, recounting how much distance and time had tested her relationship with her long-time love, Roddy Evans. So far, they’d passed with flying colors.

“Almost home,” Leslie said under her breath. “Just a few more minutes, baby. Wait just a few more minutes for me.”

It still sounded daunting. In many ways, it was. She and Rod were childhood sweethearts, having met in second grade when her family moved to the area. They started off as friends, but she knew she loved him before most girls got over their fear of cooties.

The Relationship [virgins]

She was convinced it was a lost cause. Stella met Levi in passing, in a college class. It wasn’t reciprocal at first. The voluptuous curves sculpted out of her whisper-soft skin were hidden under a t-shirt three times her size. Levi hid nothing, he never did. He was an athlete and didn’t care whether he appeared that way at first glance or not.

Stella swept the cascade of wheat-field blonde back behind her ears to get a better look at him. He was just under six feet tall and had the strong, broad shoulders of a protector. But his amber eyes, wide as saucers, hung heavy with sadness.

Levi was the kind of man who was defaulted to the friend zone. His personhood never quite aligned naturally with his body. Soul tormenting flesh and vice versa in an interminable feedback loop painfully familiar to all late-blooming adolescents.

Stella was the kind of girl men won’t admit to dreaming about, even though each has at at least one point or another. Usually more than one. Stella was the kind of girl men go for after the girl next door shows her true colors. The kind of girl you get to know over coffee, not in bed.

NEW STORY! “My Cousin Was There For Me” [m/f] [anal] [long] [incest] [virgin]

“MY COUSIN WAS THERE FOR ME”
“The first time I ever had a cock, or anything UP my butt, came from my high school boyfriend. It wasn’t exactly what you may think…I was in 10th grade, he was a Senior. We were seeing each other for a week when he decided it was time to have sex. We were at a friend of his, party. The place was packed. People were making out everywhere. I don’t know if it was the alcohol or the pot, but it seemed like everyone was horned up and getting it on. We were messing around in a bedroom upstairs. He was really adamant about getting laid. As the younger girl, dating the older guy, I thought this was what I had to do. I thought, “I had to”, if I wanted to be cool. I don’t know why I felt that way, but I know now what an idiot I was to think that way. When he started to put his moves on me, I thought, crap, this is really going to happen, and from what some of my girlfriends said, it was going to hurt because I never had sex in my life. I thought he was so experienced and he would know what to do, but that wasn’t the case, at all.

NEW STORY! “My Cousin Was There For Me” [m/f] [anal] [long] [incest] [virgin]

“MY COUSIN WAS THERE FOR ME”
“The first time I ever had a cock, or anything UP my butt, came from my high school boyfriend. It wasn’t exactly what you may think…I was in 10th grade, he was a Senior. We were seeing each other for a week when he decided it was time to have sex. We were at a friend of his, party. The place was packed. People were making out everywhere. I don’t know if it was the alcohol or the pot, but it seemed like everyone was horned up and getting it on. We were messing around in a bedroom upstairs. He was really adamant about getting laid. As the younger girl, dating the older guy, I thought this was what I had to do. I thought, “I had to”, if I wanted to be cool. I don’t know why I felt that way, but I know now what an idiot I was to think that way. When he started to put his moves on me, I thought, crap, this is really going to happen, and from what some of my girlfriends said, it was going to hurt because I never had sex in my life. I thought he was so experienced and he would know what to do, but that wasn’t the case, at all.

[MF] The day I still can’t believe

When I was 16 I had a girlfriend named Kitty, she was my first girlfriend who I slept with. That’s one thing why she was very special in my life, and the other thing is, she was way experienced than me. She fucked and sucked at least 15 guy before me, she told me almost all of her past before we had our first time. At the beginning I was completely nervous about the stories she told me, causing me several bad thoughts. “Maybe she will cheat on me?” (She did later lol). Lost her virginity when she was 12-13. Had a threesome with her two cousin, who were way older and more masculine than me.

Hooking up with a girl that wanted to save herself for marriage [MF]

The year was 2000. _Smooth_ was the number hit of the millennium. Frosted tips as far as the eye could see. Girls in short shorts and bare midriffs wearing chokers and way too much lipstick dominated college parties.

But how would I know? I was just a lame freshman. My friends and I were taking turns on one of their GameCubes or playing DnD (this is before it was cool). I didn’t go to parties.

Then I formed that crush. You know the one. The one that changes you. The one that makes you adventurous against all instincts. You start doing stupid shit just to get her attention.

Her name was Alison. She was tall, had shoulder length dark, almost black, hair. She had these adorable freckles across her nose. Her eyes were startlingly blue. I said she was tall, but she was 6′ tall. She was thin, too, probably no more than 130-140lbs.

Alison could cuss like a sailor. She smoked, pot and cigarettes. She wasn’t anything you’d expect a girl to act like. We had a class together and we’re put on a project, and I know this is gonna make me sound all forever alone-ish, but I thought I fell in love with her. I know now that I fell in love with the _idea_ of her, but it is what it is.

“A Stroke of Luck” [m/f] [LONG] [anal]

“A Stroke of Luck”
“…She looked so good walking around that pool in her white bikini. It wasn’t a thong bikini so it left something to the imagination, which I liked. Sometimes, a little more is better, in my opinion. I don’t know if it was the odd, 88° end of May weather, but I was getting noticeably turned on. I had on baggy swim trunks, which made it easier to hide my noticeable “half staff”. It was easier than, let’s say, me wearing a speed-o. Once again, more is better. I haven’t wore one of those since swim team at my local swimming pool, growing up.

I liked this pool. It wasn’t too crowded, and it wasn’t dead. It was nice. I’ve been coming here everyday after work for about two weeks. I’ve noticed this one particular girl that has been here about half of those days. She obviously lived somewhere within the housing plan that uses this pool along with everyone from my living area. Of course the one thing that stuck out to me was her ass. Damn, she had a nice, tight butt.

[M]y Girl[F]riend Made Me Paint The Art Room Wall At Our High School Dance. [Long]

I’ve written a few of these in the past and they have always been rather long. Today’s story might not be as long as some, but I will be sure to not skimp on the details nor my usual “humor”. I try my best to tell the story how it happened as if you were there witnessing it like some kind of “go-pro voyeur” who knows my thoughts too. Not trying to talk down on anyone who shares their stories, but I’m not a very big fan of the “We fuck. I cum. She cum. Best. Sex. Ever. The end.” stories.

As always, I’m not a writer. These are written while I’m at work about past experiences in my actual life. They are not perfect nor is my spelling or grammar. Please understand that and enjoy!!!

For the sake of this story I will mention that we were in high school, but we were both over 18. Don’t wanna get in trouble for any underage hijinks. Because come on, we all know that never happens… /s

This is the story about the time when my girlfriend at the time (who is now my wife, we’ll call her B) made me cum at the school dance.

My first girlfriend and her mind games [Fdom m]

While inspired by real events, the story below is work of FICTION and describes what can be viewed as non-consensual sexual acts between two teenagers.

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My first relationship was a very strange one. It seemed fun at the time but now that I think of it, it was wrong in many ways. Despite that, I enjoyed it a lot but it was my fault that I let it evolve into what it became.

When I was in high school, I had an embarrassing problem: like many teenagers, I had premature ejaculation. It wasn’t just a matter of cumming too early during sex, I would sometimes even cum instantly if a girl touched my dick, even through clothes. This didn’t happen when I masturbated, so I only discovered this when I got my first “girlfriend” in high school. I was quite a shy guy and I was never very successful with girls, so when this girl (let’s call her Lisa) who was completely out of my league decided to date me, I was mortified. I could not understand why a girl like her wanted to date me, but I wanted to make sure I didn’t ruin my chances.