Stories About Virginity Novels & Stories

K coldly corrects me. "But I-" "Think, Ava." Then suddenly, a thought came over, "Well, there's one itsy bitsy lie I made, well, technically not a lie, it's just a-" "Spill it, or I can't help you," Kendra warns me. I sigh and then told K that I intentionally lie about my virginity. I checked the not virgin box instead of the virgin. Kendra scolded me big time and explained to me how important that information is in dating sites and communities like SEXONITE. Now, I know I made a terrible mistake, and I regret it, especially I can no longer be part of it anymore. I really had a great time and it was indeed damn great sex. But I have to forget about him if he hadn't reported me, I wouldn't ha

I turn toward him, but I don’t speak. “A girl should always be good and a virgin for her daddy.” He continues. “She should never let any boys touch her. That’s the rule.” He turns and looks at me again. I stare back, confused. What does he mean a girl should be a virgin for her daddy? Mum has never told me anything like that. “What’s a virgin?” I ask quietly. He looks almost amused. “A virgin is a girl who has never been touched by a boy.” My heart suddenly starts racing. My mind scrambles. I remember all the times boys have touched my hands.

When he started demanding for sex, I told him my plan and pleaded for him to be patient much longer. After his proposal and our engagement, I was more than happy because on our wedding night, I was going to fulfill his desires, but then things went downhill and here I was, alone, accused of something I didn't do. Yes, I'm a virgin, and it's sort of embarrassing, but I don't regret it. The models chastised me the day they found out and were shocked about how a twenty-five-year-old lady, surrounded by good-looking and sex - appealing men would still be untouched. I was bullied for it along with some girls, who took the path I took, and we were determined to prove them wrong and succeed on our

He shouted and I sighed, wanting to not be handcuffed to such an uncomfortable chair. "Fine! I'm a fucking virgin. You happy?" I told him, looking down at the floor. Why was virginity so important to these people anyway? I wasn’t a slut who slept with every guy I knew just to feel good or whatever. I actually had some self-respect. I wasn’t about to wait until I was married, but I was just waiting for someone I actually loved to take it from me. "Ok, was that so hard?" I didn't reply. "Whatever. That's everything for now. What's going to happen next is that I'm going to take you next door where you will be dressed appropriately for the auction-"

“He heard, he heard, he definitely heard Kathy. He knew I had been a virgin until last night. He knows who took my virginity. He knows” she said and then screamed into the pillow once more. “There is nothing wrong with being a virgin,” I told her. “Before I got pregnant, I had never had sex” I added. “Not in New York, here, two out of ten twelve year olds can't beat their chest and stay they are still Virgin. This isn't San Francisco Kathy.” She rapped. “Calm down, why do you care what a proud, silver spoon fed playboy thinks?” I asked her.

She said, I felt so disgusted and furious, I grabbed the car wheel tightly fighting the urge to crash the car and end everything at this very moment. But I had a child, even though somewhere in the secret of my heart, I was afraid that Lucia was right and that the pregnancy wasn't mine but I also know I'm the one who broke Kristen's virginity, no one knew this apart from me, Kristen and her friend. But if she was a stripper, how was she able to maintain her virginity for that long? Or is it possible that people could take virginities too?

Ruth had never been one to overthink her virginity. Ruth's virginity was neither a badge of honor nor a burden; it simply existed. As a pastor's daughter, she had absorbed every variation of the purity speech, from impassioned sermons to casual dinner-table anecdotes. Yet, none of it ever truly resonated with her. At 25, on the cusp of becoming a lawyer, she remained a virgin, not due to some grand moral conviction, but because the opportunity had never felt truly compelling.

"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.

My heart was pounding, but I didn't know if it was from fear, shame, the joy of the moment of my virginity that I had just lost, or a mix of all three. The silence in the jet was heavy, punctuated only by the soft hum of the engine and the clinking of ice cubes in the glass Paolo was holding. He had settled across from me, his gaze fixed on mine as if to analyze and dissect me. I felt exposed, as if his eyes could read everything I was trying to hide. Finally, he spoke, his deep voice breaking the silence. — So, Allyssa... Why? Why would a girl like you end up down there, selling herself in a sordid basement? You're young, beautiful... full of potential. And, what's more, you were a virgin.

Then, almost boldly, “And I’m not a virgin.” That jolts me. In their custom, if a woman isn’t a virgin, both she and the man who took her are executed. “Why are you telling me this?” I ask, watching her closely. “Because I think we can help each other.” Her voice trembles but doesn’t falter. “You don’t want me, and I don’t want this. But they believe you’ve taken my virginity and that I'm now your wife. If we let them keep believing, you can wait for your mate, and I can hold on to the man I love.”