I was 13 when I went into the relationship. I admire the relationship because it was naive and pure. I was seeking for love and affection. I did not have much to talk, didn’t have many stories to share, but I need someone who can hold my hands and say I love you. I had my first sex with him.
He was excellent on the bed. Searching for a place to make love made this relationship sweeter than ever. The relationship ended after four years when I moved to another city. No phones and messages faded out the love like dusk. But it gave a sweet experience which I carried over with me.
I took admission to college. I was missing my boyfriend. Most of the girls were hangout with their boyfriend. Now, I had stories to share. The story about my college and friends. The college fights and bitching about other groups. And of course, the sex which I did not get for a long time. One of my college friends showed me a porn clip. I got excited and made porn my daily habit. I finger myself before sleep. I was desperate for a guy. And finally, I got one. He was senior to me.
He helped me in my studies and fucked me hard in my friend’s house when my friend was alone at home. I was getting mature and growing expectations with my life. I got a great experience with a break up when I caught my boyfriend having sex with another girl.
My last break up gave me the strength to stay strong and move on to the next level of life. As I grew old, the relationship became stories. I love to share all to make myself feel lighter and happy.
I am married and mature enough to handle relationship problems.
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