This is the story of my first experience with a man—or rather, my first sexual experience ever. I wanted it to be memorable, something worth telling. Every detail is based on my real experience.

This is just the first part, more to come as i write them :)

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After a short bus ride, I found myself standing in front of his apartment building. A mix of boredom, loneliness, and lust had driven me to sign up on that dating site, and now, here I was—about to meet the guy I’d been chatting with for so long.

The desire that had built up during our messages before I got on the bus was now fading, replaced by nervous anticipation. My heart pounded harder with every step toward his address. Doubt crept in, but I forced myself to take a deep breath and pressed the doorbell.

He answered. It was the first time I had actually heard his voice. He sounded warm and calm.

"Hi, this is Mark. You know… we've been chatting," I said, my voice slightly unsteady.

A buzzer sounded, and the door clicked open. I stepped inside, climbing a few stairs until I saw him—leaning casually against the doorframe, waiting for me.

He was good-looking and in great shape. His beard was well-groomed, and his friendly demeanor put me at ease. He looked even better than I had expected—much better than the pictures he had sent me, which had mostly been of his more… intimate parts.

He greeted me warmly, his voice just as inviting as it had been over the phone. "Come in," he said with a smile.

I stepped inside, following him into his apartment. My heart pounded in my chest—I wasn’t sure if it was excitement, nerves, or a dangerous mix of both, but I knew I had never felt this way before.

To be continued..