musicankane
I blew a monkey once.
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There were many events that led me up to this moment. Things that led me into Sarah Water's bedroom, about to have sex with her for the first time, about to have sex for the first time ever. Sarah's room was much like you would expect from a high school senior. She had the typical furniture decorated with just enough girly frills and pink colored things to let you know that this room belonged to a girl, but not enough to make you want to jab your eyes out with an icepick.
She stood before me in all her beauty. She had a soft face, kind and beautiful. Her hair was a long dark brown that looked almost black unless the light hit it just right. Her body was slender and almost petite, her breasts the object of many fantasies. She wore a thick white bathroom, held closed by a sash around her waist. When I first came into the room with her, she told me she needed to get ready and she left me there only to come back wearing the robe and a smile.
I don't know how long we stood there just facing each other waiting for the other one to start. I was nervous, my pulse was racing, and my palms felt like they were dripping. I'd spent a lot of time watching Sarah at school, too much time probably, and part of what made her so goregous was how comfortable she seemed in her skin. To see her dance at prom, or play vollyball at the gym, one got a sense of just how familiar Sarah was with her body.
She stood before me in all her beauty. She had a soft face, kind and beautiful. Her hair was a long dark brown that looked almost black unless the light hit it just right. Her body was slender and almost petite, her breasts the object of many fantasies. She wore a thick white bathroom, held closed by a sash around her waist. When I first came into the room with her, she told me she needed to get ready and she left me there only to come back wearing the robe and a smile.
I don't know how long we stood there just facing each other waiting for the other one to start. I was nervous, my pulse was racing, and my palms felt like they were dripping. I'd spent a lot of time watching Sarah at school, too much time probably, and part of what made her so goregous was how comfortable she seemed in her skin. To see her dance at prom, or play vollyball at the gym, one got a sense of just how familiar Sarah was with her body.