I never thought l'd be here. I've always dated men, and up until that night, the thought of being with a woman was something I hadn't let cross my mind. But she changed everything. I met her at a bar, and from the moment I saw her, I couldn't take my eyes off her. There was something about the way she moved— graceful yet dominant, a confidence that was magnetic. She was older, 34, with dark, piercing eyes that seemed to see right through me. I was 23, fresh from a breakup, and maybe a little reckless, but when she smiled at me from across the bar, I felt a pull I couldn't ignore. We started talking, and I was instantly hooked. Her voice was low, almost a purr, and every word seemed like it was meant to seduce me. She leaned in close, her leg brushing mine under the table, and my breath hitched. I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or her proximity, but my body reacted to her in ways I hadn't felt before. I was craving her touch, and the thought alone sent a rush of heat through me. Her hand found its way to my thigh, a slow, deliberate touch that made me feel weak. I could feel my pulse quicken, the tension between us so thick I could barely stand it. She smirked, knowing exactly the effect she was having on me, and I couldn't bring myself to stop her. "I've been watching you all night," she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear. "I know you've never done this before, but I can show you." My heart pounded, the words hanging in the air, thick with promise. I was nervous-terrified, really-but there was no denying the way she made me feel. I nodded, barely able to speak, and with that, she took my hand and led me out of the bar. Her apartment was nearby, and as soon as we were inside, she pushed me up against the wall, her body pressing against mine, her lips on my neck. I gasped, my knees threatening to give way under the weight of my own desire. She kissed me then, slow and deep, her hands exploring my body as if she already knew every inch of it. I melted into her touch, every kiss, every caress unraveling me until I was nothing but need. She undressed me slowly, her hands teasing, her lips following every inch of skin she exposed. My breath came in ragged gasps as she guided me to her bed, laying me down gently, her eyes never leaving mine. I was nervous, my body trembling, but she was patient, taking her time to make me feel comfortable, cherished, wanted. When her lips found their way between my thighs, I lost myself completely. The sensation was overwhelming, every touch setting my skin on fire. She moved with such confidence, knowing exactly how to bring me to the edge and hold me there, teasing, tormenting, until I was begging for release. And when she finally let me fall over that edge, it was like nothing l'd ever felt before-intense, raw, shattering. I stayed with her that night, her body wrapped around mine as we lay tangled in each other. I didn't expect to feel so comfortable, so free, but with her, I did. She showed me what it was like to be truly desired, to be completely consumed by someone who knew exactly how to touch me, how to unravel me, how to make me come undone. It was my first time with a woman, and it left me breathless, yearning for more. - Miss Sandy Cheeks xoxoxo