

My First Time.You ask me to get comfortable. You dim the lights. You exit with such fluency.My First Time.
I strip with demure delicacy. I take in the candles--the sweet mel-o-dy. I pull back the covers. I run my hand over the smooth flannel. I fascinate to what this should be. I gracefully slide each leg undercover. I receive the warmth on my belly. I find harbor beneath the heat of layers. I hear your quiet request on the door.
My permission, an indistinct murmur. My body, tranquilly subdued. My flesh, willing.
I barely hear the door close. I reluctantl
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