My first time

This visit was costing ninety quid
It better be worth my while
I was so scared I couldn’t even talk
Let alone manage a smile

This experience, it was new to me
I’d never needed it before
My whole body, it was shaking
As I opened up the door

Greeted by smiles from a woman
Short skirt, stockings, red silk shirt
“Please sit down, try not to worry
I’m sure that it won’t hurt”

Then I was taken to ‘the room’
Where he was standing, tool in hand
Slicked back hair and real tight jeans
And oh, so beautifully tanned

Go over to the table dear
And bend over and brace yourself
I just need to get myself ready
And he walked over to the shelf

Then strode back to me with purpose
And he lifted up my skirt
Pulled my panties to one side
I quivered, “Is this gonna hurt”

He smirked, “I’m sure you’ve taken bigger
And time is short so I must begin
I insist that you stop wriggling
And let me stick it in

There’s no safe word while in this room
And it was pointless calling for help
Then without warning gave it to me hard
I let out a whimper then a yelp

It went in right up to the hilt
It felt like he’d split me in two
I pulled down my skirt hitched round my waist
And ran out with my knickers still askew

I’m not going back, I hate the doctors
They always tie my tummy up in knots
Cos I tell you that no way, no how
Will I get another tetanus shot

Ha, I know what you were thinking
When you read my little rhyme
You naughty little boys and girls
You’ve got such dirty little minds

30 thoughts on “My first time

  1. I was actually thinking how well you’re rhyming your ordeal!!
    and all for a jab… you made it seem so real…
    I was imagining you were going to tear up and squeal…
    but then on us you quickly did torn the mental wheel!


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