Extra Virginity Book Novels & Stories

When I checked online I was advised to see a therapist but I am not interested in talking to someone I do not even know. “If you truly love me you will not force or even try to manipulate me into having sex with you” Lola yelled at her boyfriend, Hunter. I close the page of the book and I stare at the sky lost in thoughts. This is exactly what happened to me but this time unlike Lola I gave in. I lost my virginity to him. I remember the day like yesterday. *************** “How was work with our boss?” Baxter asks. “It was fine. I'm tired” I grumble.

I said, pushing back to meet him. The room filled with our heavy breaths and the wet sounds of lube. Alex held my hips tighter, moving a bit faster. "You're such a good girl taking my cock in your virgin ass," he said low and raw. "Does it feel good, baby? Tell me how it feels." I moaned into the pillow. "It burns but... it feels so full and amazing. Harder, Alex. Fuck my tight ass!" Emotions hit me hard – I felt vulnerable but so loved, so wanted. The tension of doing something new and risky made it hotter.

My breasts became red from the whip, small cuts beginning to show, his mouth kissing across them. I remember thinking, ‘I can’t take much more’. I had no idea if he was going to let me orgasm again or not, the thought of doing this for longer and not having a resolution at the end was not good, yet I loved it. My breathing was rising, as I tried to fight off the orgasm. He walked away, sitting on the bed, grabbing his phone, while my moans got louder. What was he doing with the phone? He should be here, his eyes watching me. He was doing nothing with the phone. It was an excuse to sit there and watch me, tied to this chair, screaming to be allowed to have an orgasm that he was saying no to.

I hand him the sex toy, slowly unzipping the full-length leather suit I step out of it. His breathing getting faster. I lay down in front of him, pulling his hand and the sex toy towards me. His hand holding the wand against my clit, my eyes watching as his cock pushes against the chastity. My moans rise as I orgasm, watching the video on TV, my hand grabbing my breast.

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

Kissed down her body. "Again?" she asked. "Again." I made love to her slowly. Thoroughly. Celebrating. When we finally finished. Both utterly spent. We lay tangled together. Sheets twisted. Bodies sticky. Happy. I reached for water on her nightstand. Knocked something. Her laptop. Screen lit up. I glanced. Couldn't help it. Document open. Title visible. "Teaching My Virgin Lover: A Memoir by Dr. Delilah Santos" I stared. Read it again. Making sure.

Lila lay there, breathless, covered in his cum, her pussy throbbing and leaking, her body marked with red handprints on her ass. Alexander looked down at her with dark satisfaction, breathing hard. “You were perfect baby” he said quietly. “Absolutely fucking perfect.” Lila stared at the ceiling, chest heaving, breathing raggedly, mind spinning with shame, pleasure, and the heavy weight of what she had just done. She had sold her virginity. And part of her already wondered if thirty-one thousand five hundred dollars had been worth how much she had loved every rough, filthy second of it.

I leaned in closer, lips brushing her ear as my hand slid down to grip her waist possessively. “If you want to regret it, at least let me lose my virginity first… Let me bury my raw cock balls-deep in that fat pussy, no condom, sixty-nine position. I want to fuck you for hours—hard, nasty, and raw, in every corner, bent over the counter with your tits pressed against the mirror while I pump load after load of my virgin cum into you until you can’t even stand straight." “Tarzan!” she gasped, eyes wide with shock.

"Next time, I'm telling the salesgirl you cry during p**n." She glared at me, eyes bright with shame and something else I didn't want to name. Said nothing. Just walked faster, head down. I laughed under my breath. We moved in silence for a bit until I couldn't help it. "Explain something to me. How does a virgin know this much dirty shit? Learn it in convent?" "What if I said yes?" I stopped mid-step. "You're kidding." "There was this forbidden book. Circulated among the novices. Sister Julia brought it in, hid it under her mattress." She said it like it was normal. "A... spicy romance."

” “I do not have a condom with me and even if I did,I don’t want to use one on you.I want to feel you…all of you.So when we get to Venice,you’re going to get on the pills.” I nodded.”I…I heard skin-to-skin is sweeter.” Seeing him smiling at me,I grew shy for voicing that out. “Where did you hear it from?” I got off his lap and sat back on my seat. “C’mon,little dove…tell me..”He urged,poking my ribs while I covered my face with my hands,laughing. “No.” “Tell it to me,huh.” “Fi…fine.I may be a virgin but I’m not clueless.I…I read erotic books and I’ve watched…”I paused,my cheeks burning.