My first love

She was my first, so of course she’ll always a special place in my heart. I loved her more than anything. I could stare at her all day until my eyes could no longer remain open – in fact, I did. I have, many times. Can you blame me? She was my light, quite literally. She was my sun, my moon, and my stars. She was perfect. I loved running my hands all over her, carefully caressing each curve, familiarising myself with every last inch of her. I loved spending all my money on her; she took my money like crazy. It was almost as if *my* wallet couldn’t stay away from *her*. I loved her figure, so smooth and so warm. I loved staring at her. I also loved kicking her when she didn’t do what I wanted. After a few kicks, I always got my way. I loved dissecting her, inspecting her insides like the true doctor I’ve always wanted to be. I remember would open her up every night and marvel at her insides, before putting her back together again. Damn… I really did love my first PC.