First Night with Alex
The distance between our cities had felt like an eternity, filled with endless messages and late-night calls. My relationship with Dany had become a hollow shell, a mere formality compared to the electric connection I shared with Alex. Every time we spoke, I felt a surge of happiness. He had even given me a giraffe plushie, scented with his fragrance, to remind me of him.
When I returned to see him, our original plans fell apart, but the desire only grew. With no place to stay, Alex suggested a hotel. I was nervous—I had never been to a hotel with another man—but the anticipation was too intoxicating to refuse. As we stepped into room 73, a heavy silence fell between us. Alex was shy, his virginity making him hesitant, but I could see the longing in his eyes.
Slowly, the tension broke. He reached for my hand, his touch tentative yet hungry. As we moved closer, the world outside vanished, leaving only the heat of our bodies and the promise of a first time that would change everything.