I was a bit nervous when I realized he was planned to go all the way with me. He was a big guy and I sincerely wondered how I was going to take all of him in. Now I've seen them before, felt them run their hands over me and even let them take a peek under my hood, so to speak, but I've never had anyone inside of me before.
Yeah I've heard the banter about it, all kind of talk about how smooth they were or how painfully large, or in some cases how comfortably small. Some friends told me that on their first time it was just an initial shock and then it was wonderfully ecstatic as they tooted their horn about the wonderful climax. But then other friends talked of the seemingly incessant grinding as they endured the entire way until finally, finally the guy got to where he was going.
What is a girl to do? I mean, "It's wonderful," "It's disgusting," "It hurts," "It didn't hurt," was all I heard. Some told me how messy it was and one of my friends could only talk about the incredible stench of it all. Incredible stench? What the hell? And to think this is supposed to be enjoyable.
But then I see one, watch the lithe way he moves, eyeing me like I'm the only one in the world for him. I know the next one down the row will get the same look, but I can feel my juices flowing for those moments he looks me over. And then there's the touch, the faint feel of fingertips as you can hear his breath quicken a bit. Sometimes there's that incredibly enticing whisper, as his hands become firmer, his need more driven.
