Who remembers their first time? You probably always wanted it to be perfect... With someone you love, and on a soft big bed.... Unfortunately or fortunately, this story is not about me. My first s*x was in a very uncomfortable place! IN THE ELEVATOR! How?! I don't even remember how it happened! Watch this video to the end to find out how everything really happened. Send us your stories in an e-mail: feelsandthrills@gmail.com! The story that gets animated could be yours!
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Hi, my name is Kate, I'm 19. Have you ever forgotten something very important? As if a certain moment was simply cut out of memory?
Recently, I thought that all the troubles had fallen on my head. I thought the series of problems would never end. Who knew that at the end of the bad luck, I would be truly happy. Watch to the end and find out what it's like to live on without remembering some of the very important events that turn your life upside down.
I'm just a normal nineteen-year-old student, and like any girl, I just love to throw hen parties with my favorite girlfriends. They often make fun of my virginity, saying that I risk remaining an old maid. I try not to pay attention to their jokes. I have certain desires, but I'm determined to lose my virginity to a guy I really love.
Yes, I have a boyfriend. His name is Mike, he's a little older than me - he's 22. He often hints at s*x, but I still can't make up my mind. Maybe I'm not sure he's the one... By the way, I soon stopped caring about all. An event occurred that made me forget everything...
My parents and I had a terrible accident on our way home from the hypermarket. Our car was just rammed by a huge jeep - mom and dad died immediately. I could not help my parents, but I still rushed to them - I dreamed that I would see them safe and sound, but, unfortunately, the miracle did not happen. Have you ever felt that your life has collapsed like a card house? My condition could be described as follows. I got off with a concussion and bruises, and after three days the doctors let me go home.
Mike visited me in the hospital, but I just didn't have the energy to talk to him... I told Mike that we were breaking up. To be honest, I didn't see much distress on his face. He probably didn't know how to deal with the withdrawn, strange, pale girl I was turning into, either. A couple of times my friends visited me, they didn't understand why I decided to break up with Mike, but didn't ask unnecessary questions, just entertained me as they could.
After I was discharged, I realized that I just couldn't stay in my home – everything reminded me of my parents.
Tired of screaming with agony, I called my friend. Julia offered to live in her older brother's apartment. He went on a business trip for six months, leaving his sister in charge of his talking parrot. Now it was my job to feed the talking cockatoo. Well, maybe at least a chatty bird would save me from loneliness. I liked the apartment - spacious and cozy. After feeding the surprised bird, I decided to go for a walk to properly explore the surrounding area.
I ran into a very nice guy in the elevator. He immediately smiled at me and told me that his name was Steve and he lived on the floor above me. I didn't even look at him – I needed to let him know that I wasn't in the mood for flirting. I put on my headphones, got out of the elevator, and went about my business.
The next morning was strange. I was awakened by the screams of a parrot. It proudly sat on the roof of his cage. I could have sworn that I had locked the cage that night. But apparently the parrot was able to open it with its beak. I put the arguments on hold for later and decided to have a cup of coffee. When I found my cup washed and sitting in the cupboard, I was surprised – I remembered putting it in the sink after drinking tea at night.
Well, either there was a poltergeist in the apartment, or I was gradually going mad. I decided to get some fresh air to clear my head.
I met Steve again on the way out of the building. He asked me where I was going. When I told him I wanted to go out for coffee, I immediately regretted it, because he was going to follow me. He really wanted to come with me, but I said firmly that I wanted to be alone. I left, aware that he was looking after me in surprise.
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