My first experience with my Ex. Girlfriend

At a friend’s party, I saw Mia(name changed) and instantly knew she was special. She had this flirty, playful energy, drawing everyone’s attention, but our lingering eye contact felt like a silent challenge. While helping with food, she walked into the kitchen, leaned against the counter, and asked my name—like she had already chosen me. We hit it off, exchanged Instagram and Snapchat, and two days later, I texted her first. That Sunday, we met for dinner, then walked on the beach under the moonlight. The chemistry was undeniable. Around 1:00a.m., I asked if she wanted to go home. She smirked, “Let’s watch a movie at my place.

At her place, she poured us drinks, her eyes lingering on mine as she handed me the glass. We settled in, the dim light adding an air of anticipation. Halfway through the movie, she turned to me, her voice soft but deliberate.

"Do you like me?" I wasn’t expecting it, but I didn’t hesitate. "I like you more than friend."

I leaned in, pausing just inches from her lips, letting the tension build. Then, she closed the distance, kissing me—soft at first, then deeper. My body responded instantly. She pulled back slightly, smirking, her fingers tracing slow patterns on my chest.

"Is this your first time?" she whispered. I nodded.

Her lips curved into a knowing smile before capturing mine again, this time with urgency. Her hands roamed, teasing, testing. My fingers explored her, trailing down her neck, grazing the sensitive edge of her ear. She shivered, breath hitching.

" Let’s take this to the shower," she murmured and continued I want to you remember your first time for lifelong.

Clothes hit the floor, and the hot water only made the heat between us more unbearable. She pressed against me, her bare skin slick against mine. Then, with a wicked grin, she sank to her knees, her eyes locked onto mine before taking me into her mouth. I was hard and cum early.

Now, it was my turn. I pulled her up, crashing my lips against hers before trailing lower, tasting every inch of her. She leaned against the wall, one leg propped up for support. As my tongue teased her, a moan escaped her lips, followed by another—louder this time. Her fingers tangled in my hair, gripping, guiding.

"I need you inside me. Right now," she whispered breathlessly.

I lifted her, pushing in slowly, savoring the way she gasped, her body arching to meet mine. Our rhythm built, each movement deeper, more desperate. Her moans turned into cries, hands clawing at my back. "Faster… harder," she pleaded.

The intensity grew, our bodies moving in perfect sync, until she trembled beneath me, her release hitting like a tidal wave. The way she moaned my name sent me over the edge. I barely had time to pull out, she taken into mouth and suck my soul out.

We lay there for a moment, tangled in the aftermath, breathless and spent. A slow, lingering kiss, then another shower—this time, softer, slower. The night faded into morning, but the memory of that first time burned into my mind.

That night changed everything.