ndslotesse's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- First Time Dear Diary, I am at a loss for a words for today. You wake up and you never think that today will be special and then it is. In all aspects, in every part of it, today was amazing. Unforgettable. I'm sort of in a daze as I type aweay on thsi small keyboard of mine. I'm not looking at the screen at all, so there will be probably a lot of typos. But, I dont' mind. I stare off into beautiful space as I reminesce with the occurances of today. I'm not trying to be mellifluous. I"m just sitting here, my thoughts all a jumble because I'm dying to say what I want to say without it being so blunt. I made love to Romeo today. It was beautiful. I've dreamt of this day for as long as I can remember. For as long as I can remember wanting to fall in love and knowing how you could share it with someone. It's hard to believe I'm not a virgin anymore. And I've thought about what my parents would think. I've thought about the consequences and it's a bit frightening. But...it was so worth while. I laid in his arms after and we spoke sweet words into each others ears. We become one person. So beautiful...I cried. I cried with tears flowing down my cheeks because it was so unforgettable. He was inside me and I could feel him. I could feel myself shaking in his grasp and I scraped my hands all along his back and it was beautiful. We made our moans together and I breathed him in. And he breated me in. Our lips were locked and we were so in love. We are perfect. We were together...alone. I could see it. I could feel it. I'm hott. I'm hott. I'm tired. I'm in love. "What did it feel like, Romeo?" And that was it for me. That moment, I could have died and it didn't matter because that was as happy as I will ever be. I held him and he held me. It was so beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful. I shared myself with someone that I'm deeply truly profoundly in love with. How many people can say that? I made love and I'm not a virgin. I'm happy. Of all the things I've dreamed off. The perfect moment. The perfect kiss initiated...The perfect embrace. The perfect climex. The perfect first. It didn't matter there weren't any candles. It didn't matter there were no roses. It didn't matter it wasn't at night. It didn't matter that we weren't in a garden surrounded by fireflies and the smell of nature. It didn't have any of those things. It didn't have the candles. It didn't have the candles. It was daylight and I was in his room. ...And it was perfect. With care, P.S I'll never forget this day. This moment. My first time. 4:36 p.m. - 2003-03-20 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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