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I had hoped that love could overcome ambition. That weekend, Sienna came to Marcus's apartment, and they didn't leave bed for most of the day. It was a marathon of sex and conversation, of exploration and discovery. She showed him exactly how much pressure she liked on her clit while he was inside her. He discovered that if he held her hair tight while she went down on him, she came from that alone, the submission and control mixing into something intoxicating. They talked between sessions, lying tangled together in his sheets. "Tell me about her," Sienna said, her fingers drawing patterns on his chest. "The ex-fiancée."

Outside of her fantasies, her daydreams, the stories she told herself when she came, this was new. But it felt old. It felt as if she’d always been on the bed with this man, always had his hands on her body, always had his whispered words working through her mind. He reached one hand under her and began to rub her clit as he fucked her. She made a low, keening sound under her breath, unable to stop herself. “Come when I tell you,” he said. Could she? Gina felt that she was right on the edge, teetering. What if he didn’t tell her fast enough? What if he didn’t say that she could and she came without permission? What if…

Fucking wet down there. And like what I said, I may be virgin but I am not innocent. I’ve watched p**n videos multiple times and I had kissed many boys during my high school years up to now. Reason why I was able to match the intensity of Liam’s kisses. My mind was going elsewhere the whole day of my class. I would always look at the window and wait for the bell to ring, as if I was too excited to go home now. Wait, Erica? You’re that excited to fuck Liam that you couldn’t wait anymore?

I looked around the bed and that's when I noticed the red patch and white stains on the bed. The white stains was probably me reaching my climax but the red stains? Was she.... Oh my gosh.. Was she a virgin? What did I do? I slowly let myself out of her grasp and got out of the bed. I picked up my clothes that were thrown on the bed and wore it. It reeked of alcohol which means I was drunk and in my drunken state, I came here for comfort and we had sex. So what's the big deal? The big deal is that she was a virgin.

Destiny Ryder, 28 and virgin, craves her first taste of sin. At Adult Fun Inc., she strips bare, blindfolded, and ready. A stranger’s tongue teases her nipples and licks her dripping wet puss*y, then thrusts deep into her virgin cunt, breaking her virginity open with wild pleasure. Sweaty and free, she’s hooked—but someone’s watching, promising hotter nights ahead. NB: This steamy collection of hot erotic and steamy stories unleashes Destiny’s story and more: sultry tales of lust, tangled bodies, and forbidden thrills.

His mouth was on hers once again, and her arms were wrapped around his neck, then she felt the heat of his d*ck pressing between her legs, searching for her opening and that was when she told him, "I'm a Virgin".

It’s sexy as hell. Call me vanilla girl all you want, but I love missionary. I love the feeling of his skin against mine when he thrusts into me. I love his breath on my neck when he explores my insides. I love sloppy and deep kisses while he strokes my insides. I love wrapping my arms around him and pulling him tight against my chest while feeling his cock in me. I love threading my fingers in his hair while he rests his head on my shoulder and still thrusting into me. That, to me, is the best feeling ever.

I scrolled through the comments of my story, the first one read, "This story is super insane, it's hot and a bit funny, am really enjoying it." My face beamed up with joy after reading it, it feels so great when your efforts are appreciated I browsed through all my comments, they were all very positive and encouraging, until I looked at the last comment, that's when my smile faded away. “The story seems to be over idealized like the author has never had great sex or something,” one reader wrote. "Alas." I took a deep, dejected breath. The truth was indeed cruel. Today I turned eighteen, and I was still a virgin. Who would have thought that a writer of erotic novels would actually be a virgin