First Time in My Childhood Bedroom: Whispered Ecstasy
My childhood bedroom. Posters peeling, bed creaking under secrets. Annick there for the first time, thanks to Mom’s call. Heart hammered like a drum. Parents downstairs, TV murmuring. No noise allowed. She slipped under sheets, eyes gleaming mischief. ‘Shh,’ she whispered, breath hot on my neck. Hands trembled. I’d fucked before, but not here. Not…