My Second Time : A Short Story : My First Time

He was the most gentle lover, I had ever known, yet, the simplest touch from him, stimulated every fiber of my being; I felt I would go insane if he did not take me soon… When his mouth lowered to my pleasure place, I immediately climaxed and then cried because it was not what I wanted, not yet. He rose and entered me, causing a continuation of my orgasm that seemed to go on forever; I thought I would die from the immense pleasure he was giving me. His eyes watched me; even as he kissed me, he never closed his eyes. Not, until it was time to let loose his juices. Eye to eye, I watched him. I wondered how it felt for him. Did it feel the same? Did it feel better than what I

The stench of death hit my nostrils as I opened the door to go inside, which is why I always hated going to the hospital. We waited the fifteen minute queue, until I heard my name from a nurse. I followed the nurse into a small, beige room. I sat down on the examining table, as my doctor walked in. I told him my symptoms, and he did a quick check up. His cold fingers pressed against my lower back. “Breathe in and out.” He said. I did as told. “Slower.” he exclaimed. At that moment, while I was slowly breathing in and out, I could hear a small click every time I inhaled. The doctor looked up and said, “Ahhh, you seem to have pneumonia.” He explained to my mom and I what that meant because we were clueless. After he finished, he told us that if I waited any longer to go to the hospital, he wouldn’t be speaking to me, which opened my mom’s eyes finally. He told me that I couldn’t go to school for at least another two weeks, gave me a school note and my prescription. We left the hospital. My mom dropped me off, and went to pick up the medication. As I lay in bed, I remember thinking about everything that has happened to me in the past two days, and what the doctor told me. Those thoughts were interrupted by the opening of my bedroom door as my mom walked in. She handed me the medication. I swallowed the pills, and fell asleep. The next morning my mom walks in with a stack of papers. She said, “It’s alright if you’re not able to attend class,

I started to say hi, but suddenly my entire body felt like it was on fire. Arching my back, I tried to gulp air. I felt arms under my legs and he whispered "please." I fought to stay conscious, but the darkness grabbed me and dragged me

It came at a lightning pace and hit you from behind leaving you lying across the edge of the path. I hardly had the chance to stop and take a breath before thinking the worst, you didn’t stand a chance, you were taken off your feet and left for dead, you were motionless and bleeding; but I had to take a chance, I had to do something, I had to try and save you. I sped across the road to your body, checked you had a pulse, before gently moving you over to the side. I was more interested in knowing you were alive before I even thought about calling an ambulance. We were miles from the public streets and houses, no one-else could help. The minutes waiting for help felt like hours; I could feel myself fading away as I could see you slowly deteriorating. I held my hand on yours and held it against your heart, just so that we both knew you were still breathing; silly I know, but it was the encouragement we both needed whilst we waited for salvation. I was in such panic and to be honest, I was an emotional wreck; but you needed a rock so I said with everything I had in me, and beyond my own intuitions; everything’s going to be alright, everything’s going to be ok you know.

One night as I searched for my mother, my dad told me she was not feeling like herself. My dad told me to let her rest that night and I could talk to her the following morning. As I started to wake up the next morning my father was sitting at the foot of my bed and informed me I’d be spending the day with my Aunt Michelle because my mother had a doctor’s appointment. I could not wrap my head around why I would not be attending this appointment but had attended all the others. Later that evening once again both my parents came into my room but this time without smiles. With a shaky voice my mom began to tell me she had been diagnosed with Preeclampsia and her illness was progressing quickly. Now with tears running down her face she continued

I sped across the road to your body, checked you had a pulse, before gently moving you over to the side. I was more interested in knowing you were alive before I even thought about calling an ambulance. We were miles from the public streets and houses, no one-else could help. The minutes waiting for help felt like hours; I could feel myself fading away as I could see you slowly fading too. I held my hand on yours and held it against your heart, just so that we both knew you were still alive; silly I know, but it was the encouragement we both needed whilst we waited for salvation. I was in such panic and to be honest, I was an emotional wreck; but you needed a rock so I said with everything I had in me, and beyond my own intuitions; everything’s going to be alright, everything’s going to be ok you know.

We drove for what seemed hours to my six year old self. When we arrived in the parking lot of the hospital, which I can never remember the name of, he told us why we were there. Lauren threw a fit, screaming and crying like someone was hurting her. She shouted “I never wanted him”. I believe that is still to this day the biggest lie she has ever told. We walked up to the big glass hospital doors, and straight through them to the elevator. I waited and waited for what seemed forever until the big silver doors opened, and my dad showed us which way to go. We walked past room after room listening to the crying and sometimes laughter. Finally, we got to the right room and we walked in. There sat my mother on a hospital bed. She didn’t seem hurt or in pain, but they said it was happening fast. At one point my mother’s father (Poppy) took us down to the cafe, and all I remember is that hospitals have very good spaghetti. My Poppy got a phone call and all of the sudden we were on the move, going through the halls like there was a fire we were trying to escape from. When we got back to my mother’s hospital room, everyone looked so upset; their faces, eyes and cheeks were red and

I walked off the school bus; it was a beautiful summer day. The sun was shining and the birds were singing, but inside my house it was dark, a cloud had moved over us. I slowly made my way to the door, expecting my mother to greet me but instead my sister opened the door, something was wrong, I knew instantly. When I walked in there sat my three year old little brother playing with his toys in the family room and my parents were sitting on the couch. I looked up at my mom, she had been crying. What is wrong I asked? He is sick my mom said, “Your baby brother is very sick”. I just shrugged my shoulders and walked away, I had been sick before and I got better, so would he.

“It’s going to be fine,” that's all I hear from the lady sitting next to me as I am crying and looking out the window as the house I was first brought home to grows smaller and smaller. I turned around and cried not knowing what was going on and why I was being taken from my home. The lady next to me began to comfort me and held me close while I cried. I didn’t know her or the other people that were with her and I was scared. I had no idea where we were going and I had no idea where my brothers or sister were. We drove for about half an hour and then we pulled into a big parking lot and stopped. We all got out and they led me into a large building that smelled like winterfresh air fresheners. The sound of crying and laughing filled the air while kids and

It was a Tuesday evening. I remember what was going through my mind, and what my surroundings were like that evening. I recall not feeling good enough, feeling like a waste of space. All the tears that continuously ran down my face. One by one, I tried to wipe them off my cheeks as they continued to roll down. I looked up videos on how to take apart a disposable razor and when my searches were deemed useless, I figured it out on my own. I knew I didn’t keep scissors in my room, but I always have nail-clippers. I slowly clipped the outside of the blades off and sat there. I held the blade in my shaky hand. All I did was cry and pray for God to help me, lead me in the right path. I feel like I didn’t actually want to see the path that God was laying out for me. I was completely blind to any logic. Somewhere deep within me told me that I needed to do it, that it was suppose to happen to me. I knew that is was gonna happen that night because I had one again put myself in a predicament that left me hurt and even more confused on why I deserved to be alive. As the night carried on, oh so slowly, my dog must have sensed my distress because Gage sat at the door of the stairs whining and pawing. I silently wept as I sat on the edge of my bed wondering why I was never good enough and why I was such a disappointment. I decided what I was going to do, and that decision hurt the people that love me the most. I

In that short time, the pain I felt was unbearable. That type of pain was sudden and couldn't be escaped. I wasn’t sure what to do about it. The feeling of guilt had taken over me. It faded in and out, not leaving me. When we arrived at the hospital, my mom was quickly taken into the emergency room. I noticed how much the hospitals were different from the ones in Virginia. My aunt and I were told to sit in the waiting room. I could tell that she was trying very hard to keep herself together in front of me. We waited and waited. After about 2 and a half hours the doctors came out.

She handed me the plate and I thanked her. She didn’t reply. I tried to get up and then Addison rushed over to help me. A few hours passed and a group of doctors barged in the door and grabbed me and Addison and took us to a room that was full of treadmills and beams that you see in a therapy center. Then this tall thin man in a long white lab coat walked up to us and said “You guys wish to leave right.” me and Addison nodded our heads “Well you both need to pass and series of events that show you're healthy enough to leave.” So we began to do the tests and after a few days passed we were almost done and were about to leave and I felt the pain come back to my hip I fell to the ground and began to cry I lifted up my shirt and seen what looked to be a bullet wound. I began to have small flash backs from the night on the rooftop. All I could see was Clorox pointing a gun at me and Addison, two loud bangs later we were here at this

However, the thought of seeing Joan shortly ameliorated his distress. It would be a quick visit, nothing more than a kiss and the exchange of a few words, because Perceval had another long and trying day ahead of him guarding, patrolling and who knew what else.

It was a quiet Saturday afternoon, I sat in the kitchen table eating while my mom cleaned the house. The calmness of the house was interrupted by the sound of the phone ringing, my mom answers. I look over to her and see her face flooded with tears, my heart sank to my stomach, I had never seen her that way before. Stuttering my mom says “hurry get into the car we’re leaving.” She hurries to gather her purse as she yells

i was scared but he looked me in the eyes and it was the first time he had been OK with me . He didn’t say two words I always think about the days when my father would drink and hit my mom and i would wake up and get scared and scream and he would hit me to …… Andy was thee only person who knew of this .I went upstairs and ran a hot bath i sat in my bath and turned on my CD player i had gotten from my mother for Christmas i loved my mother she was a beautiful and intelligent women. She was strong and strict i envied her .I played the CD That i had got from the club the night of my birthday when Andy and i first danced together.I closed my eyes and tears fell down my slender cheeks I felt like i wasn’t breathing but i definitley was . i grabbed my scrubby and washed my feet i heard Andy's voice “whenever you are ready i mean i would never pressure you sweetie” he made me shiver Andy was 5Ft tall with dark hair and blue eyes he was thin and he was “Cool” but cool because of something he was apart of that killed him and destroyed my personality .I don’t even like waking up in the morning i feel like