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Jan 2013
We are alone in my room after our tenth date. I like you, you like me no longer will we have to wait. You asked me “Am I ready” I shake my head yes. I pray this won't be my biggest regret. He takes my hand and kisses my lips. I am surprised he did not miss. We lay back on the bed and look each other in the eye. I can read his soul and his is looking into mine. He starts to kiss me on my neck and then I let out a huge sigh. He climbs on top of me. I can feel his chest on top of mine. He takes my hands and pins them above my head and starts to kiss me passionately. My body starts to warm up his does to. He put his had up my shirt my mind starts to scream out for more. He stops out passionate kiss to take off his shirt. His  body is so perfect I almost thought I would fall apart. He starts to pull my pants down. I start to feel a beautiful feeling down below. He reaches in his back pocket and pulls out that golden rubber. He slides it on in a record amount time. He looks at me again deeply in my eyes and leans down and whispers in my ear, “you are absolutely beautiful” a tiny smile develops on my face. He enters inside and a lighting bolt of pleasure enters my body. In and out the love,pleasure and passion builds up with every stroke as we become one. The pleasure builds up in my body more and more until together out body bursts into a millions of pieces in the room. His body falls down next to mine and we both look each other and smile. That was a very memorable first time
Cammie Smith
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Cammie Smith  Chicago
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