My First Time2 mins read

18+ only


First time are not always easy. There’s usually this tension, this anxiety… Will I be able to do it well? If I flop at it, I might be a laughing stock. Do you remember your first time? You might be able to relate.


I still remember my first time, clear as crystal. It was a rainy day… I’d brought it out, sturdy and pointed, still virgin to use. I’d panicky put it into the hole and did my business. I could feel it inside. It felt good.

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But it’d barely lasted for one minute before I took it out. I looked down at it. I was eager and anxious to see what came out. But I was disappointed at myself. I was ashamed to meet Juliet’s eyes as I could tell she too was looking at it.








The pencil was still blunted, it wasn’t sharp enough. Disappointed, I put it back into the hole of the sharpener, drilled it a bit further for a few seconds, then brought it out.

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Alas! The pencil was sharp enough this time. I was excited. I felt accomplished. I passed the sharpener to Juliet who was waiting for me so she could sharpen her pencil as well.


I rushed back to my seat in the classroom, and started writing the letter A that was distributed across my exercise book by my class teacher for me to duplicate at the spaces she’d intentionally left.


Yep! That was the first time I sharpened my pencil myself and ever since I’d been doing so myself and even helping others to shapen theirs.

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Can you still remember the first time you sharpened your pencil yourself?


PS- I’ve no idea what you thought I was gonna be writing about. I don’t even know why I wrote 18+ at the beginning of this writeup.



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