My First Time with Him: Heart-Pounding Surrender in the Heat of Confession
In my apartment’s living room, the air thick with bourbon and secrets spilled. Heart hammering like a drum in my chest. Him pacing, furious about the thong, my guard slipping into chaos. I grab his lapels, yank him close. Lips crash on his—first kiss, desperate, tasting shock and salt. He freezes, thoughts whirling behind those…