Stories About Virginity Novels & Stories

“Don’t you get it?” There was a hush of silence that hung over us, as though it was her first time to hear the word virgin. “All my life I have known no man except Brian,” I explained yet further, “Losing my virginity was never in my consideration when signing the contract marriage. It is another thing to go to Brian in bed, it is also another thing to lose my virginity.”

That didn't really tell her much, other than that he had a nice, lean body, and that he might change into something else once he got to his destination. Oh well, she enjoyed watching and the fantasies that she could come up with wouldn't be bad either. But as usual, fantasies were all that she ever had with the good-looking guys...or any guys for that matter. Tory hadn't been on a date in years and she barely knew what it was to be kissed. She wasn't a virgin because she was insecure about her looks, or because no one wanted to have sex with her. Tory was a virgin because she wouldn't allow the fact that someone had taken her innocence forcibly to dictate when she'd 'actually' lose her virgi

While wiping them off " Is that what you think I think of you? Or why I'm not trying to get into your pants? Baby I don't think you are weak or virgin like. But I also love that you have been selective in your partners before me" "Wren that's the thing I've had boyfriends but when I told them I wouldn't have sex with them they dumped me. So I'm definitely a virgin and I want to give my virginity to you. I know we haven't known each other long but you are who I want but I didn't want you to think that I'm goody two shoes cause I'm not."

Andre dropped the bombshell. "Hell no!" Max shook his head in denial "That freaking goddess is from a convent?" "Full blown nun if I must say." "That shouldn't be a problem for you then. You don't do nuns remember?" Max reminded him. Yeah, he doesn't do nuns but sometimes one's perspective's gotta change right? "Listen, she might be a virgin for all we know" Max deadpanned. It was Andre's turn to laugh now. "Yeah right. That makes me a saint then" He said in between laughs "There are no fucking virgins Max. That shit is old."

“A true virgin. Untouched. Waiting for the right guidance.” She reached out, brushed a loose strand of hair from my face, slow, tender. “I won’t lie to you, Bethany. I’ve had many girls in this office. Some are curious. Some have already fallen. But a real virgin… one who’s never even been touched…” She smiled, almost reverent. “That’s rare. Precious.” My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. “I… I came to report…” I started, voice small.

So real it made my stomach churn. “I heard if you offer yourself to sleep with him, he’ll take you as long as you fit his taste,” one girl said. “Or if you’re a virgin.” I almost choked on hearing that. Eva handed me a water bottle and rubbed my back. As I opened the water bottle and was about to take a sip, my hand froze when I heard one of them say, “I’m a virgin. It seems fun to give my virginity to him.”

she said, dragging me into sitting down with her. “Spit what out?” “Your eyes spoke of a thousand stories to tell me, and you know I like stories, so go on.” I rolled my eyes, and remembering the latest news about Adrian and I, I smiled and turned to her. “First of all,” I leaned closer to her ear, “I’m no longer a virgin,” I finished in a whisper. Christy looked at me in shock before shrieking, “oh my God!” I had to cover her mouth with my hand when I saw the look the students in the class were giving us, “keep it down.”

"No, it's the typical double standard of male-dominated religions you'll find common among the humans. When men do it, they're simply expelling their seed. But according to their teachings, women take in impurities from their partners, so they're considered unclean if they do it. It's nonsense. But the bedside habits of your future husband aren't what's important. They never will be. All you need to focus on is being what your people need you to be. And right now, I need to know—are you a virgin?" I was so stunned that I couldn’t speak for a moment. Finally, I stuttered out, "Y-yes. Gil and I have never... We’ve never gone that far..." My voice was barely a whisper, mortified to be having th

“What? The heck! That’s a very personal question! Why all of a sudden? A few of the younger women exchange glances, barely suppressing smiles. Then she asked again, “I mean… are you a virgin?” Heat crawled up my neck. This is really embarrassing. “Y-Yes,” I said stiffly. “I am.” Soft giggles ripple through the room. I frowned. “What’s so funny? So what if I’m a virgin… Is that a bad thing?” The Mistress’s lips curved. “No, Princess. Not bad. Just… uncommon. Especially for someone raised where you were. You see, even if our country tries to be separated from the rest of the world, we still know what is going on outside of our borders.”

“My girl is finally gonna have sex! She isn’t gonna be no virgin after tonight!” “Jess! Quiet down! I don’t need the whole store hearing,” I whisper-yelled and sent her my deadliest glare. But it was true. I was a virgin with a capital V. I hadn’t been touched by a man since high school when Johnny kissed me behind the bleachers and spread rumors to everyone that he fucked me. I willingly stayed a virgin because I didn’t want any rumors like that spreading about me ever again. It had given me nightmares for weeks and had made me seem like the school’s whore for at least a few months.