Writing a romance novel is harder than I thought, especially when it comes to the love scenes. At 19 I don’t have much firsthand experience at this kind of stuff, so I ask my mature housemate Paul to help me out. When he starts talking me through it, though, I’m soon blushing, but the blood isn’t just rushing to my cheeks. I feel a lust for him like never before, and I just have to have him. I want him to be my first. Read how Paul slides himself inside.