Perdiendo La Virginidad Novels & Stories

“How old were you when you lost your virginity?” “Fourteen. A short while after I got my first period.” “And who was it?” “Jurang. My senior at the spy academy.” “Tell me exactly how it happened.” “I was bathing in the river. I thought everyone had left, so I didn’t wear the kemben the way the other girls did. I took off all my clothes and bathed standing up. I didn’t know Jurang was there. And then he—” “All right. That’s enough. You don’t need to continue.”

MY SWEET VIRGIN When I turned eighteen, I was climbing the walls to lose my virginity. All of my friends had already done it, and I wanted to know what it was like. I’d been fooling around for a while, but I’d never dared to go all the way. When I turned eighteen, it made me realize how far behind I was, and I knew it was time.

She attends the University of Miami, but after completing my college coursework at the age of 17, I decided to drop out of school. I pushed my fingers into my wet c00chie and pulled them out, moving faster. I spread my legs wide, rubbed my cl!t with my thumb, and continued to move deeper and faster. I could already feel that I was approaching an org@sm. I lost my virginity because of my ex-boyfriend, who was also my first love. I ended our relationship a few months ago after I discovered that he had fvvked my best friend in the woods. My heart was broken. In reality, I missed his dvvk, even though I cried for days. He was an excellent bed partner. My silly head is still filled with the memor

I don’t know how to fix it. I don’t know how to let go of what I feel. I felt too guilty. Worst of all, I lost my virginity to my mum's fiancé. I remember how it felt that night; it was hot, like a needle was piercing through my skin. I even remember digging my hands through his skin while begging him to stop. Losing my virginity to him was something I couldn't describe as a mistake or a choice. Too much has been happening lately… and honestly, I’d be lying if I said I was okay.

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.

But then reality hit me. She’s a virgin. Her first time should be soft. Sweet. Full of foreplay. I had looked it up earlier — going too hard on a virgin could cause serious pain, both physically and mentally. If I wasn’t careful, she might never want to have sex again. I wanted to be gentle… but how the hell was I supposed to do that when all I wanted was to rip her panties off, spread her legs wide, and fuck her so deep and hard she’d feel me for days?

She constantly surprises and intrigues me. “I understand why you may think that, but remember I asked you to be my girl before I found out you were a virgin. Virginity is often considered to be a prize. I myself have looked for more experienced girls for my contracts in the past, mainly because I was looking to fuck. Share some pleasure and some pain"

Emanuele had always wondered what it would be like to lose her virginity. In movies and books, the young girl would always choose someone she was hopelessly in love with, and the couple would get tangled up in the sheets between kisses, caresses and gentle movements. After it was all over, they would cling to each other, swearing their love.

What came back to me was her smile, her laugh, those long legs usually clad in stockings or pantyhose, and the fact she could be quite the little temptress in bed. I remembered how timid she had been at the start. We were both virgins when we began dating in our senior year of high school. In fact, it took over a year of nothing more than intense make-out sessions and heavy petting before we went all the way. I was nineteen when I finally lost my virginity on her eighteenth birthday, no less. But like with most relationships, life eventually got in the way.

"While you fool around in bed with another man, you have me repair your hymen. Cheryl, you're quite something." "I... Would you believe me if I say it's all a misunderstanding?" "Do you think I would believe you, my dear Cheryl?" He spat out the words "my dear Cheryl" through gritted teeth. I could sense that my chance came and went. There was no point in struggling anymore. It was a fact that I was not a virgin. Still, I could not let him trample all over me. I pushed him away and swiftly put on a bold front. "So what if I'm not a virgin? You don't want to marry me. Well, I don't want to marry you either.