I was scared but I still did it

I had always been the tough girl, the one who could handle anything life threw at her. But as I stood there, trembling with anticipation, I couldn’t help but feel like a total virgin. At 18 years old, I was finally going to have sex for the first time, and I was more nervous than I’d ever been in my life.
My friends had all had their share of experiences, some good, some bad, but they all seemed to handle it with ease. Me? I couldn’t even bring myself to talk about it. It was too embarrassing, too intimate. So instead, I kept my mouth shut and tried to act like it was no big deal.

But as the moment drew closer, I found myself unable to ignore the butterflies in my stomach. My heart was racing, and my palms were sweaty. I kept telling myself that it was just nerves, that once we got started, everything would be fine. But deep down, I knew that wasn’t true.
Finally, the moment arrived. We locked eyes, and without another word, we began. At first, it was awkward and uncomfortable. I was tense, waiting for the pain that I’d heard so much about. But as we continued, something strange happened. The tension began to fade, replaced by a warmth that spread throughout my body.

He positioned himself between my legs, and I felt his hardness pressing against me. My heart raced as he slowly pushed into me, stretching my virginity. I bit my lip to keep from crying out as the initial pain subsided, and I felt him fill me completely.
As he began to move inside me, I couldn’t help but gasp. The sensation was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. It was both uncomfortable and exhilarating, but as time went on, it became more and more pleasurable. I could feel every inch of him inside me, and I couldn’t help but moan.

He picked up the pace, thrusting deeper and harder into me. I arched my back, meeting his movements with my own. My breathing became ragged, and I felt a tightening in my stomach.
And then, it happened. I felt a wave of pleasure was hing over me, crashing through my body like a tidal wave. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I let out a long, drawn-out moan.

As the pleasure subsided, I felt a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment wash over me. I’d done it. I’d lost my virginity, and it hadn’t been nearly as scary or intimidating as I’d thought it would be.
As we lay there, exhausted but satisfied, I realized that maybe I hadn’t been so tough after all. Maybe I’d just been too afraid to admit how nervous I really was. But now, as I drifted off to sleep, I knew that I’d faced my fears and come out the other side stronger than ever.

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