My First Time with Rémy: Heart-Racing Innocence Lost in My Bedroom
My bedroom above the shop in Toulouse. Dim light from the bedside lamp. Heart hammering like a drum in my chest. Léna was out—finally alone with Rémy. We’d flirted for weeks, dirty emails promising everything. But now? Real. Him standing there, tall, shy smile. My palms sweaty. Legs shaky. I couldn’t sit still. ‘You think…
