Larsen M. Callirhoe Posted March 11, 2011 Share Posted March 11, 2011 this is my revised version. the old version is at the bottom. i was told this first version that i as holding back so i added some stuff in it. enjoy. **** The First Time We Made Love The setting could not have been any better than a warm overcast day. The temp was around 80 degrees Fahrenheit. I picked her up at her parents house. She was wearing a tan high cut shorts and a blouse that covered her mid drift. I was wearing a white t-shirt with a design on the front and blue jean shorts. We were both freshly bathed. I was wearing cologne. She smelled like Apple shampoo. She had told me she does not like wearing perfume though I desired for her to do so. We stopped off at a convenience store and bought non alcoholic beverages since she had a ID that said she was only eighteen years old on the way to where I lived at the time. I was twenty-five years old at the time. I did know she was around twenty-one years old. For God did put a spell on us, The reason I had dated and then married her despite the age difference was the last girl I dated was only sixteen years old and also the first chick I had sex with but we never made love. Chrissy Luann taught me how to have intercourse. My angels told me to marery Joyce even though it was Nalene that I had made magnificient love to, I promise I will make it up to you. Nalene you are the wind beneath my feet. You are part of my heart. Withoput you I do not want to exist. I didn't mean to throw out you ring of promise. My angels told me you thought I didn't love you anymore.I thought Joyce gave it to me. i feel like dirt. We went back to the place I was staying at. I cooked her dinner of steamed chicken, rice, green beans, and apple sauce for dessert. Before we ate I turned on my stereo and played PacoBell classical music. I also lit candles and incense. We ate dinner. After we ate I washed the dishes. While I was washing dishes she went back to my bedroom and undressed and hopped into my king-sized bed. I went looking for her after I was done putting the dried off dishes away. I found her in my bedroom naked and aroused. This made me so horny. Her skin was so soft and white. Her juices flowed like a river. Her flood gates were open for passion. I saw the juices flowing out of her wet vagina. instantly I got erect. I wasn’t planning on having sex with her let alone making love to her that evening. She was real nervous. My thoughts were wow she is so beautiful naked. I took my clothes off slowly staring at her the whole time. I climbed on top of her. In my night stand next to the bed I crabbed a lubricated condom out of the top drawer. Lucky for me I had happened to have the condom on me because I had just become sexually active at age twenty-five. I entered her and we made love for one hour and forty-five minutes. Before I entered her I put the condom on. This evening was magical from six to almost eight in the evening we were both in bliss. I don’t think we ever captured that magic of that moment though I tried many times many nights afterwards with Joyce but the first time was still the best sex we ever shared with Nalene and I. She dressed after the sex and said I need to get home. I can not get this evening out of my head. After I had dropped her off she told her mother I and her were now sexually active. I was actually not planning on having sex with her till we were at least engaged if the relationship lasted that long. I definitely became pussy-whipped after this experience. I will never forget how wet her vagina had become. She was really attracted to me. Quote Larsen M. Callirhoe Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted March 11, 2011 Share Posted March 11, 2011 Ah, Victor. How better to commemorate something meaningful than with a poem ... in the form of a memoir. Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted March 11, 2011 Share Posted March 11, 2011 Hi Victor, Distance of time and contact intensifies the longing and the memory of passion. Your poem captures this well. Thank you. Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
abstrect-christ Posted March 19, 2011 Share Posted March 19, 2011 lol for me this is still holding back being ore a memoir piece(I read it but didn't feel it, didn't feel the race of emotion and endorphins what the physical experience was like as well as emotional experience) some basic typo's to work on but otherwise it's acceptable asa memoir piece. Good Job ^_^ Quote Pinhead "Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh." Joey "I don't believe you." Pinhead "Oh come, you can hear its faint echo right now. I'm here to turn up the volume. To press the stinking face of humanity into the dark blood of its own secret heart." "There's a starving beast inside my chestplaying with me until he's boredThen, slowly burying his tusks in my fleshcrawling his way out he rips open old woundsWhen I reach for the knife placed on the bedside tableits blade reflects my determined faceto plant it in my chestand carve a hole so deep it snaps my veinsHollow me out, I want to feel empty"-- "Being Able To Feel Nothing" by Oathbreakerhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aBPy3xNwwL8 "Sky turns to a deeper grey the sun fades by the moon hell's come from the distant hills tortures dreams of the doomed and they pray, yet they prey and they pray, still they prey"-- "Still They Prey" by Coughhttps://soundcloud.com/relapserecords/sets/cough-still-they-pray Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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