Naughty Confessions » The Memory of Our “First Time”

As you lie back your muscles tighten. You put me off for a while searching for an excuse, but I refuse to be swayed as I approached you.

I asked if you’re afraid and you shake your head bravely. I had other experiences, but it’s the first time my finger has found the right place.


I probe deeply and you shiver-your body tenses, but I tried to be gentle like I’d promised.

I look deeply within your eyes and tell you to trust me. I’ve done this before, although not to a “first-timer” like you, but I assured you it is the same.

My cool smile relaxes you and you open wider to give me more room for an ease entrance. You begin to plead and beg me to hurry, but I slowly take my time, wanting to cause you as little pain as possible. As I press closer, going deeper, you feel the tissue give way; pain surges throughout your body and you feel the slight trickle of blood as I continue. I look at you, concerned , and ask you if it’s too painful. Your eyes are filled with tears but you shake your head and nod for me to go on. I begin to go in and out with skill but you are now too numb to feel me within you.

After a few moments, you feel something bursting within you and I pull it out of you, you lay panting, glad to have it over. I look at you, smiling warmly, telling you, with a chuckle, that you have been my most stubborn yet most rewarding experience.

You smile and thanked me. After all, it was your first time to have your tooth pulled by a non-dentist.

Naughty, Naughty!

Hmmm, excuse me... What were you thinking?