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Deflowered by my First Man
It is morning. Sunlight steams through the window. I wait. I feel beautiful. A soft flower to be opened gently, petal-by-petal. My scent a dawn mist over fresh primrose. You open my bedroom door and your gaze meets my own. I am dressed all in white - pure and untouched. Freshly bathed, with perfect... Read full Story