As I look up at him, I smile. Rubbing his thighs and watching goosebumps form, I feel a small shudder travel up my spine. I LOVE this stage… that first touch. First taste. First moan. How have I come to this? Me – being HIS first. Me - being the experienced one? How did that happen? As I open my mouth and lick my lips before extending my tongue for that all-important first touch, I reflect on my firsts… the fumble in the...