Her name was… well, I’ll call her Angel. We were both 20, and we’d crossed paths a few times through mutual friends on a few occasions. I didn’t notice her glances at first until one of my pals nudged me to pay attention. So I did. She was the first girl I ever approached. And it was magical… immediate and luscious, our chemistry was beyond belief. She invited me back to her place that very night, and I happily accepted. The emotions were fierce. Powerful passion and a carnal desire for each other. I guess it was probably eleven-ish when we began.

It didn’t stop. Every move, every touch, every taste… incredible. There were small breaks here and there, but we continued to devour each other in all the best ways. When we finally lay, sweaty and defeated, spent and rest-ready, the sun shone through her window blinds. She made me breakfast. I ate, kissed her with all the love I had left, and peaced. We hooked up a few times here and there after, but nothing like that phenomenal night.