My First Time: From Bar Flirt to Bedroom Surrender
It started at the bar. Saturday night. My heart hammered as he walked in alone. Those mi-long perfect hair, sparkling brown eyes, squared jaw with just-right stubble. The guy from the fancy party. I’d buzzed around him like a desperate bee. Now here he was, calling my name: Anaïs. My nipples hardened instantly. Ignore him,…
