“’Let me put it this way.’ Taking my teeth across your ear lobe. I continued. ‘The harder, the faster, the rougher the better. You gonna be a little naughty to my body. Huh? Call me nasty little names. Leave handprints on my ass that will last a few days? Bad, bad, naughty, little, things, like that?’ Being able to actually speak to you like this got me off.” Everybody has one. The first that comes with love, hope, anticipation, all of it. High-school sweetheart most would call them. But we also have that other one. That what if one? The one you fantasize about, and wonder how it might have gone down if it had actually happened. C’mon, first time love doesn't always fail. This is the theme of M. D. Miller’s steamy narrative. It gets you hooked. It draws you in and reads like a wet dream. It makes go back in time to that girl, that boy, that lover you can’t quite get off you mind, because you wouldn’t want to.