Extra Virginity Book Novels & Stories

Everything else she had to learn from the Internet. Thank God for the Internet. She had learned so much, watching videos, finding forums, reading blog post after blog post. She learned how to pleasure herself because there was nobody that she was willing to learn with. Until now it had just been her fingers and her hairbrush. Not that she would say that she wasn’t a virgin anymore. She hadn’t yet pushed her brush inside her beyond the tip. She wanted that first experience to be with a real penis. But she had come close some nights, the excitement and pleasure pulsing in her loins, daring her, begging her to push that brush handle deeper. She had refrained.

"You know I have a habit of reading erotic novels right?... I was reading a very good book and I wanted to try it. I had no boyfriend so decided to use___" "Use what?..." He raised eyebrows. "Used vibrator and I was so stupid. I didn't even knew how to use it properly and it hurt so much that I threw it away and never looked at it again but I lost my virginity to it..." She confessed embarrassed. Xavier looked at her in disbelief and burst out laughing. "You are the only piece in this whole world..." He couldn't stop laughing. Sarah pouted but she was admiring his laugh. He had a beautiful dimples.

It was old and dusty so she cleaned it and she finally saw the title “The art of seduction” Serafine read the title out loud. She sat down on her bed, opened the book, and the first image she saw made her close it back rapidly. “What the” She said while feeling shocked by what she just saw Serafine felt like her virgin eyes had just been corrupted. On the first page, was a clear picture of a male and female private part. She was about to throw the book away when she had a second thought. Serafine opened the book again, using her hand to cover the image as she read what was on the next page out loud

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

Instead of answering my offer, Darcy turned her body around. My eyes stared at her plump bottom, teasing me with her movements every time she took a step. Damn. How much longer was she going to torture me? Darcy opened a drawer and took out a book. She wrote something quickly. My eyes were fixed on her chest, no. I couldn't let her control me. What did I think? I needed to focus. “One hundred grand for each ejaculation, and you may only do it the traditional way. I don't allow you to dispose of your seed in my mouth or any other hole.” He handed me the book.

Chapter 1 "Oh God, why does this feel so good?" I whispered to myself, my voice shaky and low in the empty room, legs spread wide on the bed, the erotic book propped open on my pillow. The story was about this woman getting fucked senseless by her boss in the office, his thick cock pounding her from behind while she begged for more. My fingers circled my clit slow at first, slippery from how wet I was, but the ache was building fast, that deep, insistent throb that came with ovulation.

“WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THE LODGE.” I didn’t open them. Not until I was home. Showered. Alone. Back in the armor of city lights and sharp suits. Then I did what I always do. I poured a glass of red. Opened my laptop. And braced for the mess. But I wasn’t prepared for this. Title: “Locked In: A True Story of Lust in the Storm” By: Jax Hart I blinked. Then clicked. The bastard had published a preview. A whole fucking chapter. On his newsletter. To over two million subscribers.

"Well, we have Tickle Your Fancy - A Woman's Guide to Sexual Self-Pleasure. Taking it off the shelf, I show her the cover. It has a picture of a woman with her eyes closed, head thrown back, apparently in the throes of self-pleasure. "What a great title," she says, looking at the book." It's been a long time since my fancy's been tickled properly." She's smiling as she flips the pages. Not wanting to walk away from this beautiful, sexually candid woman, I reach for a familiar yellow book and tell her, "of course, if you're really desperate, there's always Sex For Dummies." "Oh great! We just met and already you're calling me names!" she says flirtatiously. She looks me in the eyes and dips h

Men who seek out virgin partners tend to have toxic ideas about female sexuality, it's just all rooted in sexist nonsense and garbage. Virgins are usually not that great in bed, they're obviously inexperienced, they don't know how to move, how to act and they're clumsy. The innocence is the strongest aphrodisiac and knowing it's like a game-changing and once in a lifetime experience gives them the strongest excitement. It's not mostly by the actual pleasure but more about trust, intimacy and consent. An initialisation.

The kind of thing you read about in dirty books. My breath quickens at the thought of Dorian inside me. I can put him out of my head. I don't need to think about that night with Dorian. But once my mind goes there, it can't stop. It doesn't want to stop. Dorian is above me, his movement gentle. I told him I wasn't a virgin; we both knew I was lying. He's probably deflowered lots of virgins, I think; he's probably an expert in virginity-taking. The way he moves inside me, his tenderness afterward as he cleans me up, makes me think that's definitely the case. Dorian Reed: Virginity Removal Specialist. I picture the words on a business card, and it makes me laugh.