blackqueen |
02-25-2005 05:22 PM |
My first time
It was my first time. As I layed back my muscles tightened. I put him off for awhile seaching for an excuse, but he refused to be swayed as he approached me. He asked if I as afraid and I shook my head bravely.
He has had more experience, but it's the first time his finger had found the right place. He probes deeply and I shiver; my body tenses: but he's gentle like he promised he'd be. He looks deeply within my eyes and tells me to trust him - he's done this many times before. His cool smile relaxes me and I open wider to give him more room for an ease entrance. I begin to plead and beg him to hurry, but he slowly takes his time, wanting to cause me as little pain as possible. As he presses closer, going deeper, I feel the tissue give away; pain surges throughout my body and I feel the slight trickle of blood as he continues. He looks at me concerned and asked me if it's too painful. My eyes were filled with tears but I shook my head and noded for him to go on. He begins moving in & out with skill but I am now too numb to feel him with in me. After a few frenzied moments, I feel something bursting within me and he pulls it out of me, I lay there panting, glad to have it over. He looks at me and smiles warmly, tells me, with a chuckle; that I have been his most stubborn yet most rewarding experience. I smiled and thanked my dentist. After all, it was my first time to have a tooth pulled
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