My Story Time:

Okay, besties, buckle up because I’m about to spill all the tea on how I lost my V-card and, no cap, absolutely slayed my first time. So there I was, in my boujee little bedroom with my bae—let’s call him Jake because his rizz was unreal—and we’d been low-key teasing each other all night. Like, the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife, sheesh.

We started making out, and okay, I was shook at how good his hands felt sliding under my shirt. Then he pulled back, all serious, and was like, “You sure you’re ready?” And girl, I whispered, “Bet.” Cue him going full simp mode, kissing down my neck while his fingers slipped into my panties. Oof. The second he touched my clit, I arched off the bed, moaning like some kind of porn star (iykyk).

Then—plot twist—he ate me out first. Like, full main character energy, tongue swirling around my pussy until I was literally shaking. And when he finally slid his dick inside? Holy shit. It stung for like two seconds before the pleasure hit, and then? Bestie, I moved. Like, natural-born sex goddess vibes. We went at it, me riding him like my life depended on it, until we both came hard.

Post-nut clarity? Jake looked dazed, muttering, “You’re a fucking natural.” And honestly? I kinda am. Period. ✨