My First Time - Sex Stories

My First Time

... smooth canvas for makeup. The eyes are the next area to receive attention. With a soft eye pencil, I delicately outline the upper lashes, enhancing the contour of my eyes. The pencil slides easily, creating a subtle line that highlights my eyes without looking exaggerated. I move on to fill in my eyebrows using an eyebrow pencil gently and naturally. Each stroke is delicately adjusted, enhancing facial expression. Eyebrows shape the gaze, adding a note of definition. The mascara is the next addition, subtly enhancing eyelashes. The brush of mascara slides from root to tip, creating an expressive and awake look. Now more defined eyelashes complete eye highlight. Lastly, I apply light almost natural lipstick, choosing a shade that accents lips without stealing attention. The soft texture of lipstick adds a final touch of freshness to makeup.

As I finish, I observe my reflection in the mirror. The makeup subtly enhances my features, highlighting the natural beauty of youth. Any imperfection is softened, leaving me with a fresh and confident appearance. While I am at the dressing table, I notice that my pair of sneakers patiently await their turn next to me. With a smile, I stand up and approach them, feeling the texture of the shoe under my fingers. The laces are entwined in a familiar pattern, inviting me to begin final preparation. Sitting on the edge of the bed, a quiet platform where I can dedicate special attention to my feet. I cannot help but appreciate their beauty - ...

... the natural elegance of well-cared-for nails and the softness of skin. Sliding socks over now-dry skin feels like embracing every curve of my foot with silky fabric. My toes find their place at the ends of each sock-like delicate petals create a perfect fit.

As I put on my shoes, I feel their firmness perfectly fitting the contours of my feet. The laces, skillfully tied, ensure not only a comfortable experience but also a touch of personal style. With my feet now dressed, I turn my attention to my hands. I select the rings, each one a unique expression of myself. The skull ring, daring and bold, finds its place on one finger, while the black ring complements the composition with discretion. The silver bracelet from my father is delicately fixed to my wrist. Each link shines with meaning - it's a tangible connection to the love and support that I carry with me. With jewelry adorning my hands and wrists, I feel ready to face the day with confidence and style.

A large and sturdy backpack patiently awaits, already organized since the day before. Clinging to my shoulders, it carries with it the weight of knowledge that will be explored throughout the new year. Notebooks, books, and promises of learning make up the cargo that represents each step towards my academic journey. With care not to disturb the silence that envelops the house, I move along the hallway toward the exit. I pass by my parents' bedroom door, where they still rest, oblivious to the imminent awakening of a ...