Year, 1997. July 7th, 1997. I was seventeen. Seven has always been my lucky number. This is the day I lost my virginity. In a dry, hot, spacious closet. The door of which was cut to the shape of a triangle. There, on the floor, missionary style, we softly moaned and jerked and churned out the most memorable orgasm of all time. You cannot experience something like that and not be touched, changed, bewildered and bewitched, by that!
Her name was Rosalie. "Always and Forever..."
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