Message-ID: <18781eli$9901220005@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year99/18781.txt> From: "Sasha Stephens" <november919@hotmail.com> Subject: Journal Entry - When I was Fifteen Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <19990101183638.22221.qmail@hotmail.com> The following material is sexually explicit and is not intended for minors. This is not fiction but an actual journal entry from when I was fifteen years old. Feedback is welcome. My other stories are available at November's Erotica http;//151.201.20.17/november. __ I am gifted. People describe their loss of virginity as fumbling, hasty, done in order to be rid of the horrible virgin status, or as a set of heady expectations dashed by reality. My experience, at fifteen, was neither: it was perfect, and I was in love. 2.21 I can't say that I feel different than I did this morning. I can't proclaim the indruding of the woman into the territory of the girl. I feel no different on the loss of my virginity, but rather enlightened. However, it was all I could think of today. John* on me. John in me. The warm stretching pain I felt at first. And then the pleasure, the dull pleasure. He was so sweet, so gentle. Even after the first time. I guided him into me and after one single thrust I cried out in pain, and he was so engorged and aroused, he wanted to stop. I could have cried with disappointment, for I hadn't expected such pain. I wanted to try again, and soon I was clinging to him, urging him on. Then he stopped and I asked him what was wrong. "I didn't want to come just yet. I want to hold you." I couldn't climax for some reason but I still remember the sweetness of him coming inside me, of my hands entwined in his hair, my arms holding him close to me. It was beautiful. And then, later, I remember how sweet his face looked as he bent down to kiss between my legs and the sweet agony every flick of his tongue brought me. I clutched his hand in mine, breathing hard, I was brought to the most voluptuous orgasm I'd ever known. Later, he told me that I tasted sweet... 3.12 It is the morning after John's birthday and I'm still touched with the sweetness of him. Last night, everything was so lovely. My favorite part was sitting on his bed, straddling him, and watching every expression on his face, slowly stroking his erection, when I went down for the first time to run my tongue over the shaft, he moaned in ecstasy. It wasn't bad, this time, as it had been with Brad. John had a sweet smell of his own, and tasted good. Then, we went downstairs and lied on the couch. It was lovely when, arms entwined, he began to fall asleep. "I love you," I whispered into his ear, and half-asleep he murmured something back... 5.27 Yesterday I went to John's house. I remember staring at him with a look...I guess I would call it lust. But more than that, compassion. He told me that no one had ever looked so sexy to him. Out lovemaking just keeps getting better and better, though we rarely actually have intercourse. Last afternoon I could only lie in his darkened living room as his tongue made me higher and higher, knowing exatly where to flick back and forth over me to put me in ecatasy, while he entered me with his fingers and I knew he could feel my heart pounding from there, too. And then he stared up at me with wide child eyes, telling me one million things I could only feel. And then he stopped, and after a look out the window he asked me if he should stop. "No," my voice was barely a whisper and I had to whimper "please". Then, with the most gentleness anyone has ever touched me with, he bent down to kiss between my legs. I was waiting for him to take me up, make me forget where I was, make the red and gold images of human erotica dance behind my eyes once more...And he knew me, knew just where to too touch as he knows how to love. "Oh my God," I moaned as it was about to happen. "Oh my god, I love you John..." When it was over he held me and I could only moan and catch my breath. *All names and identifying information have been changed to protect the identity of myself and others. My other stories are available at November's Erotica http;//151.201.20.17/november -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>