𝘽𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝

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I had just kissed a boy and it hadn't disgusted me, it hadn't made me nauseous like it should have been. I had just kissed a boy and I liked the feeling of his lips on mine, his sweet taste, which was a mix of sweetened lemon tea and mint toothpaste, I tasted it on my lips and I liked it. I had just kissed a boy and I knew I could do it a second time even though I felt guilty and knew I had done something wrong.I could have denied it my whole life, I certainly would have, but that didn't change the fact that kissing him had unleashed something inside me that I'd never felt before. I could have denied to everyone and myself included that while we were kissing I didn't feel butterflies in my stomach.