In my first time, I was a young lad, barely old enough to shave, but ready for whatever adventure awaited me. The girl I had chosen was older than me, experienced and wise. Her name was Violet, the epitome of feminine beauty, with her long, flowing hair cascading down her back like a waterfall, and eyes that sparkled with desire.
As we lay together on a soft bed in her dimly lit room, I felt an unfamiliar heat rising within me. She looked at me intently, her gaze holding a mix of anticipation and excitement. Our hands met, our fingers intertwining like two branches seeking solace in each other's embrace.
Her touch sent shockwaves through my body, igniting the fire that had been smoldering deep within me for what felt like eternity. As we began to kiss, a new sensation enveloped me - one of pure, unadulterated passion. Her lips were warm and inviting, her tongue tracing gentle circles on mine as if she was trying to taste the essence of my very being.
As our kiss deepened, her hands moved lower, gently caressing my inner thighs, moving closer to that most sacred place where I harbored my secret desires. My cock, rigid and throbbing, responded to her touch with a vengeance, pushing against the fabric of my pants in an effort to be free.
Violet took notice, her eyes never leaving mine as she reached down and slowly unbuttoned my pants. The release of pressure sent a wave of pleasure coursing through me. I was naked before her now, both vulnerable and empowered at the same time.
As she gently stroked my dick, my breath hitched in my throat. Her fingers were warm, like sunlight on a cold day, and they moved with an ease that suggested she'd done this before - many times, most likely. Each stroke was a little bit harder than the last, drawing out groans of pleasure from deep within my core.
Soon, her hand was replaced by her mouth. Her lips enveloped me, taking in as much of me as possible, swallowing me whole. The sensation was indescribable - it felt like electricity coursing through my veins, building and building until the pressure became too great to bear.
Violet sensed my urgency, her movements becoming faster, more frenzied. Her tongue swirled around the head of my cock, exploring every crevice before diving back down to the base, where she began to suck harder and harder.
As I approached the edge, Violet knew just what to do. She removed her mouth from me, leaving me desperate for relief, only to replace it with a gentle caress of her fingers. I could feel her building anticipation in every touch, every movement. It was as if she were painting me with pleasure until I was unable to contain myself any longer.
With one final stroke, I let out a cry - a primal roar that seemed to echo through the room. My seed spilled forth, coating Violet's fingers and the bedsheets beneath us. For a moment, we lay there, panting heavily, our bodies still entwined in the aftermath of our passionate encounter.
As I looked into her eyes, filled with both satisfaction and longing for more, I knew that this wasn't just my first time - it was also the beginning of a journey filled with newfound desires and limitless possibilities.