ltkeko

i’m 18 and i’ve never gone all the way, but i can feel how ready my body is every time

we make out. tonight i keep picturing it happening in backseat of his car: we kiss slow,

we talk, and we both say yes. he asks me if i’m sure and i tell him i want it, right

now, with him. we take off our clothes, touch everywhere, and i’m already soaking. he

slides just the tip in first and waits, eyes on me, breathing with me. i nod and pull

him closer. it’s warm, deep, and so real that i whimper his name. we move together,

steady and sweet, and it stops being scary—just intense and perfect. i tell him when

it’s too much and he listens, then pushes a little deeper when i beg for more. when i

fina

i’m 18 and i’ve never gone all the way, but i can feel how ready my body is every time

we make out. tonight i keep picturing it happening in on his couch: we kiss slow, we

talk, and we both say yes. he asks me if i’m sure and i tell him i want it, right now,

with him. we take off our clothes, touch everywhere, and i’m already soaking. he slides

just the tip in first and waits, eyes on me, breathing with me. i nod and pull him

closer. it’s warm, deep, and so real that i whimper his name. we move together, steady

and sweet, and it stops being scary—just intense and perfect. i tell him when it’s too

much and he listens, then pushes a little deeper when i beg for more. when i finally

sha