First Time

I walked two kilometers along the shore looking for someone who could make me forget my name. Beside the eucalyptus, I saw him lying there, with balls like a bull.

When she told me she had never seen a cock, I knew she would not return home that night the same woman.

I watched him stop beside the bench to tie his shoelace, and within seconds I stopped thinking like a runner and started looking like a horny man.

I went upstairs only to find an empty bathroom, but the guest who led me there closed the door and looked at me as if she'd already decided what to do with me.

When she told me she wanted to practice with me before attending a workshop, I knew that night would be unlike any other.

It began with a provocation in the kitchen; hours later, I slipped into her bed, determined to show her with my tongue and hands everything her husband never knew how to do.

I went to the hotel expecting humiliation over a video; I never imagined I’d end up trembling beneath the hands of the woman who could ruin me.

He sat beside me when the theater was half empty, and within minutes my body had already said yes before my mind could.

I trembled before the cross, unsure whether I would flee or spread my legs wider when his deep voice ordered me to obey.

She only wanted to overcome her fear, but every photo and command pushed her into an unforgettable anal initiation.

I lowered the blinds, looked at myself naked in the mirror, and took a deep breath. I had never touched myself, but that afternoon I had one plan: to discover my body.

At one minute to midnight, the penthouse door was already ajar, and she waited for me trembling, unaware of how far I intended to take her.

I agreed out of curiosity, nerves, and a refusal to back out; once I knelt in front of him, there was no way to pretend I was innocent.

I went into his office to hug him, but when he closed the door and looked me up and down, I knew I wouldn’t leave the same way I came in.

I walked into the hotel thinking I'd only fuck her, but when they blindfolded me, I realized this threesome was going much further.

I went to his house to blow off steam as usual, but one impulsive kiss left my best friend trembling before me, ready to learn everything.

I saw her enter the bar alone after the match and knew the night wouldn't end with insults, but with a far more intimate surrender.

I went to fix a leak on a Saturday and ended up on my knees between a mature woman's legs, obeying every order without knowing what was coming next.

It began with touches in the patio and lingering looks; it ended against the wall, with her breath broken and my hands where there was no turning back.

The windows were fogged, I was still on all fours, and he already knew my body would never forget its first time being entered that way.