Bible Verses On Virginity Novels & Stories

"No, it's the typical double standard of male-dominated religions you'll find common among the humans. When men do it, they're simply expelling their seed. But according to their teachings, women take in impurities from their partners, so they're considered unclean if they do it. It's nonsense. But the bedside habits of your future husband aren't what's important. They never will be. All you need to focus on is being what your people need you to be. And right now, I need to know—are you a virgin?" I was so stunned that I couldn’t speak for a moment. Finally, I stuttered out, "Y-yes. Gil and I have never... We’ve never gone that far..." My voice was barely a whisper, mortified to be having th

“Yes, that’s what it means.” Jesus! What woman who is twenty-one years old and lives in New York is still a virgin? It’s like finding a unicorn in downtown Manhattan. “How come you’re a virgin?” “What?” “How come you’re a virgin? Did you have pimples all throughout high school and college or something?” “No. I assure you, sir, I have had plenty opportunities to do the deed,” she said haughtily. “Then why didn’t you seize those opportunities?” “I . . . I wasn’t in the mood.”

“You’re not a lady.” “I’m a princess. And I can do what I want.” She gets off the bed and goes to her vanity where she takes a seat and starts brushing her hair with a silver brush. “Why is it when men sleep with as many women as possible they’re praised for it? But when I do the same thing it’s wrong?” I sit up and catch her gaze in the vanity mirror’s reflection. “It’s how the world is made, Opal.” “All this importance on virginity and limiting one’s amount of partners,” she continues. “Everybody has sex. That’s how we continue on with the species.”

"She said it was a mistake, that it didn't mean anything." "And you believed her?" Veronica laughed, the sound brittle and mocking. "Oh, Thomas. For someone so smart in business, you're remarkably stupid about women." "What's that supposed to mean?" "It means that women don't give away their virginity for 'meaningless' encounters. Especially not women like Ambelyn, who was raised by strict, traditional parents who valued purity above almost everything else." Veronica examined her perfectly manicured nails. "No, if she slept with someone right before her wedding, it was because that someone meant something to her. Something significant enough to risk everything."

I heard her muttering to herself. “Don’t use English with a different accent on me, it only makes my head hurt more! Besides, it wasn’t my husband who cheated. I don’t even have a boyfriend! I don't ever want to get married. I’m fine with just a taste here and there. I’ll just let others have a taste. I don’t want to be buried underground as a virgin, or I might not get to heaven.” My forehead furrowed at what she said. What does virginity have to do with heaven? This woman is really drunk. “You’re not the one who was cheated on, but the way you’re expressing yourself, it’s like every man in the world has cheated on you.” Tsk. Crazy woman.

Shaking her head in a frantic motion, Emmeline fought the intoxicating pull of his proximity. This man was temptation incarnate. He was a walker of iniquity sent to drag her down into a den of ruin. She squeezed her eyes shut and desperately summoned the ultimate shield of her faith to combat the heat pooling in her belly. "Greater is he that is in you, than he that is in the world. First John chapter four, verse four." She gasped the scripture in a breathless rush, clinging to the verse as a frantic reminder that the holy spirit within her was supposed to conquer the sinful flesh of the world. Yet her body continued its rank betrayal.

"Objection your honour. How can a husband rape his own wife. A husband has rights over his wife. After marriage, the husband can do whatever he pleases and the wife should not object to it. About cheating then, if a husband is not getting what he deserves he will obviously go find it somewhere else." Rose interrupted him in the middle. "Your honour, please forgive my opposition lawyer for his lack of knowledge." Turning to Arthur, she said "Mr. Simpson if you don't already know, according to the Oxford dictionary, the definition of rape is "the crime of forcing somebody to have sex when they do not want it or are not able to agree to it." There are no conditions in the middle stating it's no

With one heavy, unrelenting thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. Victor screamed. It wasn't a sound of pleasure. It was the sound of something breaking. He stiffened, his fingers clawing at the wallpaper as a sharp, tearing pain radiated through his lower half. "What the fuck?" Mateo stopped, his muscles locking as he felt the resistance, the sudden warmth of blood slicking his thighs. He pulled back just enough to see. Victor was gasping, his face pale, eyes blown wide with shock. "You're... you're a virgin?" Mateo’s voice was barely a whisper, thick with a mix of horror and something much darker.

They vow their penance to each other, Paul changes his major from theology to business and they never speak of it again. When Sharon returns to her bed, Tim is sleeping peacefully. She slides in on her side of the bed, wishing that for just one night she could forgo her vow. But she is strong and unwilling to bring her curse onto her husband. As she lies next to him, she remembers the scripture her brother cited so long ago. "If a woman profane herself by playing the whore, she shall be burnt with fire. Leviticus 21:9." He also added. "A man shall not take a wife that is a whore, or is profane. Leviticus 21:7." As she falls asleep, she renews her vow; she will not be a whore, Tim doesn't des