The Basement

I remember having just below underage sex. My heart ran rampant in my chest.

It wasn’t my first, but I had wished it was.

In fact; every sexual encounter after my “first”, I wanted it to be my first. Every kiss with a drop of sweat, each stroke on my upper thigh, and every panic I felt when I was left alone.

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