A Different Form of Beauty
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Original - Misc › Non-Fiction/True Stories/Autobiographical
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
948
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of non fiction. Where possible - and where appropriate - permission has been granted from any people or their descendants to be included in this story. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
My Worst First Time...
Thank you, dudes, for not curding us to the pits of Tartarus. We love you!!!
Lithiel, what would we do without you...
and WhiteFlameKitsune, what you say is very correct. A woman should be proud of her curves, however invisible they may be, but... I think I prefer Visible... ^^
Please do not feel insulted or directly stabbed by the following chapter though...
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Chapter 5: My Worst First Time
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She slammed me against the lockers, and I couldn’t move.
I was stricken.
She ran her hand down my chest. She was cold from the pool waters.
I shivered all the more, fresh from my warm shower. The steam covered all evidence of her skeleton. I was shoved on the floor, and one of my hands was caught in the bathrobe belt.
She massaged, stimulated my all; it was humanly impossible to resist. Despite the feel of the hidden skeleton, she had me react to all. Cursed hormones.
I jerked, trying to weakly push her off. Rubbing caused a pulsating sensation to cruse through my body.
And it ended.
She smiled triumphantly, stood and left. I found the strength to remove my hand from the cuff – the rotten-smelling cuff. I threw it to the side. It landed on the bench,
I ran to the showers again. My brother had to drag me out of there. You were in there for a long time. Four hours since I saw that hot girl come out. I looked at him disgusted. I still felt filthy.
Never, in my short life, with all my past traumas, have I felt so revolted with myself.
Never.
Lithiel, what would we do without you...
and WhiteFlameKitsune, what you say is very correct. A woman should be proud of her curves, however invisible they may be, but... I think I prefer Visible... ^^
Please do not feel insulted or directly stabbed by the following chapter though...
*******************************************************
Chapter 5: My Worst First Time
*******************************************************
She slammed me against the lockers, and I couldn’t move.
I was stricken.
She ran her hand down my chest. She was cold from the pool waters.
I shivered all the more, fresh from my warm shower. The steam covered all evidence of her skeleton. I was shoved on the floor, and one of my hands was caught in the bathrobe belt.
She massaged, stimulated my all; it was humanly impossible to resist. Despite the feel of the hidden skeleton, she had me react to all. Cursed hormones.
I jerked, trying to weakly push her off. Rubbing caused a pulsating sensation to cruse through my body.
And it ended.
She smiled triumphantly, stood and left. I found the strength to remove my hand from the cuff – the rotten-smelling cuff. I threw it to the side. It landed on the bench,
I ran to the showers again. My brother had to drag me out of there. You were in there for a long time. Four hours since I saw that hot girl come out. I looked at him disgusted. I still felt filthy.
Never, in my short life, with all my past traumas, have I felt so revolted with myself.
Never.