by James Mackey
Dear Kinky Diary – My First Submission Story
My mind has been on sex and romance for about a year now, but the time was fast approaching the “event” that would introduce me to womanhood. I knew that I was ready and although I am only 19 years old, I have been thinking of this night for many months. My boyfriend, also is a virgin and has been waiting for just the right moment and person to share this moment and experience. We are both mature enough to realize that we may not be together for the rest of our lives, but also realize that meeting our lifetime mate may take years and we are not willing to wait.
We think that being in love and understanding the limits of that love is much more mature than our friends who think they will marry as soon as they get out of high school and live happily ever after. So, he is the guy and tonight is the night. We are ready and excited my parents have left me alone for the weekend, what were they thinking?
Oh, Diary: Yes, they trust me, a little too much, maybe.
But I am glad not to have to experience this for the first time in the back seat of a car, with the windows fogged and wondering when the tap on the glass would mean I might have to call my dad from the police station. To explain why I was found on lover’s lane with my clothes in the front seat and my ass in the back seat. No, this is much better. I have made some plans for tonight to make it special. He will be here in an hour and I am ready. We have only kisses and fondled, no direct contact. No touching flesh to flesh, so we are very excited and, very nervous. We were both pretending to know more than we do both secretly knowing that we are groping in the dark so to speak.
I have just taken a hot bubble bath, to prepare myself, partly to be clean, partly to be relaxed. I want everything to be perfect. I have read many romantic novels and stories for a frame of reference. I have a bottle of wine chilling in the fridge. I don’t know why really, neither of us drink, but No romantic diary story has ever not had a bottle of wine in it. Like I said, I want everything to be perfect. I have picked some of my favorite flowers, yellow roses from the back yard, and sprinkled rose peddles on the floor leading from the front door to the bedroom. I want him to know that I want to get right to the point. I have a new silky nightgown I found in my mom’s drawer. We are the same size, and it makes me look very much like the woman I feel like I am about to become tonight.
Just a few more minutes and he will be here, my Knight in shining armor. He is coming to rescue me from my childhood and launch me into womanhood. The doorbell rings. I jump, realizing that I am a bit nervous. I answer the door in my gown covered by a bathrobe. He smiles. He is dressed about like he always is. Men, they just don’t understand romance, but no matter.
After all, what did I expect? For him to come over in his silk boxers? I guess not. He kisses me. Wow! I forgot how good a kisser he is. The passion is so deep, so real. He takes my hand, as if he has done this a thousand times. I swallow hard; I am ready, aren’t I?
Yes, yes, yes, no turning back now. I know I am! As we walk into the room he sees the candles I have burning and the incense of vanilla is strong. The playful food items are carefully placed within arms reach, whipped cream, melted caramel, and gummy bears (OK, I am 19). I lie on the bed and he begins to take my robe off. He sees the gown that is a stunning light green sheer clingy thing that makes him whistle under his breath. Just the effect I had hoped for. He undresses and then removes my gown. We both lie naked and enjoy each other’s body for the first time. Then he touches me. It is like an electric shock running through my body.
Dear Diary: I feel something between my legs that I have never felt before. Scared at first, but he gently assures me that all is OK, and that he loves me. He whispers into my ear his terms of endearment. I melt into his arms and my heart belongs to him for the rest of my life. We explore each other and taste each other in ways that are instinctive. This night is embedded into my brain with detail, never to be lost.
I am so glad that I have saved the moment in my diary. Even after 15 years, I can recall the smell of vanilla and hear the softness in his voice as he tells me he loves me. I can close my eyes and hear it today. I can roll over and tell him that I still love him with as much passion today as I did on that night 15 years ago. I have never had another lover. Nor has he. We have never needed to look for more than what we have. It is so perfect in every way. Time has only made things better. I have to admit we were more mature that night than I had even imagined. We did have something very special, and learned to capture it with our hearts and keep it for life.
