Is Cupcake A Virgin Novels & Stories

"That's right, baby, I want you to cum so hard for me that I drown in your wetness." Something about his dirty talk pushes me right over that edge, and I let go of him cumming so hard as I grip his hair, burying his face in my core. When my walls stop spasming against his fingers, I slowly loosen my grip; he slides up my body and kisses me deeply. I can taste myself on his lips, which makes me grind myself against his cock. Feeling the head of his cock and his first piercing against my core. I try and press myself down on him further, but he stops me. "Are you sure? There is no harm in stopping right here. There is a thing you should probably know about virgins in the supernatural community-

She nudged her shoulder against mine. "He's not my fucking mate for the last time, ugh." I said, "we already got off to a weird start, me blurting I was a virgin when he only wanted me to help with some dumb lilies and-" "Wait, you told him you were a virgin?" Casper chipped in from behind us. Both Stacey and I screamed and hugged each other from being startled. "Don't sneak up on us like that!" Stacey scolded.

“Are you hungry? We have muffins.” “Sure, I’ll take one.” She handed me a blueberry muffin that almost had me gagging at the smell of it. She picked one up and began to eat it. “Why do you think he is acting that way?” she asked me. I chewed my bite of muffin before answering. “Well, I messed up. A few weeks ago, almost right after you left, I gave him my virginity. I was sad because I had gotten into a fight with my mother, and I invited him over to talk. After he held me all night, we had sex the next morning before he left.”

The man raised his eyebrows as he was genuinely surprised. “Well, you can say I am a bit selective. I did not even let him touch me.” She spoke in a little pride, taking a bite of the cheese cake placed in front of her. “What? Are you saying that you are a virgin and you have never had sex in your entire life.” The man almost choked on his drink, looking at girl in utter disbelief. The girl halted drinking and shrugged her shoulders in much surprise. “Yes, why is this such a big deal?”

“Since we will be having tea together, I thought of baking some cupcakes.” “None of us eat sugar here,” Maria interrupted with a stern face. It was evident that, regardless of how I presented myself, she was focused on damaging my reputation. I wouldn’t let that happen. I smiled. “Of course, I know that. That’s why there’s no sugar in these cupcakes. The blueberry flavor adds a little sweet taste to it, that’s all.” “It smells good. I don’t think a little sugar will make me fat,” Calista pointed at her figure, and the others laughed.

Right towards his and my father’s gym. “You’re going the wrong way.” “You want to act like a slut, then I’ll treat you like one.” “I’m not a slut.” I mutter under my breath. I’d never been with anyone. He scoffs. “Could’ve fooled me.” “I’m a virgin. How can I be a slut when I’ve never been fucked by a man. That’s why I came to you a few days ago. I want it to be you. It has to be you.” Vance swerves to the side of the road and slams on the brakes. “Repeat the part where you say you’re a virgin. I must be hearing things.”

Isabella paced the length of the living room, her fingers trembling as she clutched a crumpled newspaper. Every line screamed the same nightmare: Damian Knight bride is no virgin… she was bought, used, and discarded in Russia. The words burned into her mind like acid, each one a jagged shard cutting through the fragile calm she had managed to build around her heart. She could still hear the soft echoes of Damian’s laughter from their wedding night, the tender way he had held her close as if she were the most precious thing in the world. And now, all of that seemed fragile, like a glass sculpture on the edge of a cliff.

“Fine. Hit me.” “Have you ever actually wanted anyone to take your virginity before me? Be honest.” Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away. “No. Not really. I came close a couple times when I was younger, but it always felt… empty. Like I was just trying to get it over with. With you it’s different. Annoying, but different.” She lifted her glass and took a deliberate sip anyway. “There. Bonus drink for honesty.” I grinned. “Good girl.”

She did see Lily, though, and put two red velvet cupcakes on a plate for the two of them. “You said this was your favorite, right?” Lucia held out the plate to Lily , and soon they both had red tongues and lips smeared in cream cheese frosting. Vivian joined them with a cupcake of her own and a pile of napkins. Lucia had just relaxed a little and wiped her mouth when the circle opened and she heard Avon’s voice.

She wore huge sunglasses indoors and carried a tiny dog that looked equally stressed. “Hello,” she said, lowering her glasses like she was about to deliver a plot twist. “Do these cupcakes contain feelings?” Maya blinked. “Sorry, what?” “Feelings,” the woman repeated seriously. “Because last time I bought pastries here? I cried. Tears. Real ones, my husband thought I was pregnant.” Maya choked on air. Her mum laughed politely. “No ma’am, they don’t contain feelings, maybe just a lot of butter.” The woman nodded sagely. “Ah yes. Butter, My greatest weakness.”