The man is overwhelmed with fear. He’s completely alone on a remote, deserted island, with no food, no tools, and not even the ability to make a fire. As he roams the island searching for anything that might help him survive, he suddenly feels as if he’s not truly alone. Before long, he notices a young woman hiding behind a tree. He carefully moves closer and sees that she resembles a woodland fairy-long red hair, a plain dress, bare feet. Startled, she bolts, but he follows her and eventually catches up. It becomes clear that she has never encountered a man before.

Everything about him captivates her: his face, his hands, and the noticeable shape beneath his clothes. She studies him intently, touching him, pulling down his pants, and examining his body with innocent curiosity, as though trying to understand its purpose. Acting on instinct, she parts her lips and takes him into her mouth, running her tongue over him and teasing him with slow, exploratory movements. His powerful arousal seems to symbolize his strength, and her response blends wonder, fascination, and desire.

She continues, moving her head rhythmically before rising over him and lowering herself onto him. Feeling him at the entrance of her body, she grinds against him, eyes closed, focusing entirely on the unfamiliar sensations flooding through her. Overcome by pleasure she has never known, she begins to move more eagerly, taking him deeper, her body responding with growing intensity.

She is breathtaking-perfect and untouched, as if sculpted by nature itself. He can’t stop admiring her flawless form: the curve of her hips, her long legs, her firm breasts. He almost wonders if he has died and awakened in paradise. The beautiful naked woman moves faster above him now, embracing him, pressing her chest to his mouth as she continues to move against him, lost in the moment.

Two weeks later I’m back at the studio. The bus ride felt longer this time. My stomach flips with nerves and excitement. The same woman with red lipstick greets me. She smiles and says they found him. The guy I wanted. Tall, strong, good shape. He’s here to take my virginity. I sit on the velvet couch. My hands shake. I can’t wait. My heart beats so fast I feel it in my throat. He walks in. He is bald, warm eyes, and a soft smile. We talk first. His voice is deep and calming. Then he leans in and kisses me. His lips are soft and warm. My body tingles . He undresses me slowly. He peels off my sweater and my jeans. His hands brush my skin. He kisses my neck, my tits, and my lips again. I’m dizzy and breathing hard. He takes my hand and puts it on his cock. I gasp. It’s big and bigger than I imagined. I touch it and wrap my fingers around it. I stroke it. It’s warm and hard. I kiss it with just a little peck and then take it in my mouth. It’s my first time but I try my best. I move my lips and my tongue. He moans and says it feels so good. I blush. I’m proud but nervous.

He lays me down and checks me gently with his fingers. He says it’s there and feels my hymen. Then he pulls me close and spoons me. I feel him press against me and then he pushes in. It’s sudden and sharp. I wince but he goes slow after that. I’m not a virgin anymore. We check and it’s really gone. Then he moves again and goes deeper. I climb on top and ride him. I feel every move. Next I’m on my back with legs spread. He’s above me and thrusting. It builds fast like fireworks again. We climax together and shake and gasp. After I catch my breath I say it was so good and smile. Except the first moment hurt and was too sudden. He kisses my forehead. I feel warm and safe.