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I remember my first time. It was great, but it was scary, she was crying half the time. I can still see her face and feel her skin.
I picked her up on the street. I probably should have done this with someone I cared about; but then again, it'd be awkward around friends and family.
She had been around the block a few times, and I had to pay her to come with me. She had a low cut halter-top with an exposed mid-drift. A little bit of fat rolled out over her pants; I didn't care -- I'm not picky.
She sat on the edge of the bed, and crossed her pleather-clad legs. I went to the other room to grab two drinks. As I poured, I paused and reassured myself that this is what I wanted to do.
When I came back, she was lying on my bed and trying to seduce me. She might as well have been on the gound. My bed wasn't more than a foot high. she gratefully accepted the drink and downed it quickly. I set mine ot the side and knelt by the bed. I stared into her eyes.
My hand caressed her silky skin. I ran it down her cheek, her neck, down her chest. I slipped my hand down my pants and pulled free my long slender tool.
My left hand held the back of her head as I used my right to slowly slide in inside of her. She gasped and arced her back. I ran my hand through her hair and felt my juices flowing.
I felt so alive. I felt like I've never felt before. I for once was alive. I could feel her, I could feel her deep breathing slowing until it stopped all together, and as gently as I put it in, I pulled my knife back out.
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