My First Time

Hi… I’m Lydia. Your tiny 4’10” goth girl with platinum hair streaked black and a voice that gets small when I’m nervous. I still think about my first time constantly. How scared I was. How it hurt and then didn’t. How it turned a quiet little goth girl into someone who craves cock like it’s the only thing that makes the world make sense.

I was wearing black lace and thigh-highs because I thought looking like myself would make it easier. My stuffed bat was on the nightstand. Sleep Token was playing too loud because I needed something to hide behind. My hands were shaking. I kept thinking, this is really happening. This is my first time. He’s going to see all of me. I felt tiny. I felt like a little goth doll about to get ruined, and I wanted it anyway.

Too Nervous to Breathe

He kissed me slow at first. I kissed back like I was afraid of doing it wrong. When his hand slid under my skirt I jumped. I was already wet and I hated that he could feel it. I whispered that it was my first time like an apology. He told me he’d go easy. I nodded, but my brain was a mess of sweet little panic — what if it doesn’t fit, what if I cry, what if I like it too much.

He pushed my panties aside and rubbed the head of his cock against my soaked pussy. I gasped. I grabbed the sheets. I was so tight he had to work himself in inch by inch. It burned. It stretched. I made this tiny broken sound and hid my face in his neck like a scared girl. That was my first time — not pretty, not graceful, just a petite goth girl trying not to fall apart while something too big opened her up.

When It Changed

Then the burn melted into something else. He started fucking me in long, deep strokes and my body stopped fighting. My cunt clenched around him like it had been waiting for this. I thought, oh. Oh no. I like this. I like being filled. Every thrust punched a soft moan out of me. My platinum hair stuck to my cheeks. My little tits bounced under the lace. I wrapped my skinny legs around him and pulled him deeper without meaning to.

That was the moment my first time stopped being scary and started being addiction. I could feel how wet I was, how sloppy I sounded every time he bottomed out. I whispered filthy things I didn’t know I knew — please don’t stop, it feels so good, I want it, I want your cock. Me. The quiet goth girl with the stuffed animals. Begging.

He came inside me and I came right after, shaking and crying a little from how much it was. Afterward I lay there with his cum leaking out of my freshly-fucked pussy, staring at the ceiling, and I knew I was different. My first time didn’t make me feel grown. It made me feel hungry. I already wanted him hard again. I already wanted another cock. I already wanted to be used until that new ache went away.

That’s who I am now. Still sweet. Still small. Still the girl who loves bats and black lace and talking in a soft voice. But underneath all of that I’m a cock-craving slut who thinks about her first time and gets wet all over again. I didn’t lose my innocence. I found the thing I was built for.

If you want a real petite goth who still sounds shy about her first time and then turns into a dripping, needy mess, I’d love to tell you more. Come see the rest of me — my photos, my limits, and all my secret little firsts — on my full profile here.

🦇 Lydia Lacroix • 4’10” Sweet & Macabre • Still Thinking About My First Time 💕 •