Stories About Virginity Novels & Stories

“You aren’t a virgin, are you?” She shook her head, not bothering to share the singular experience of losing her virginity in the back of a van after a Maroon Five concert to a guy she’d never seen again. They had dated for a couple of weeks before the event, but he’d been history once he’d punched her V-card. It had been a disappointing experience, and she hadn’t been eager to repeat it with anyone in the past two years—until Shane.

"Because they're unstable, they're a struggle, and require persuasion. All that is a total turn off for me." "Oh, so you've never done a virgin before?" "Well, I did one. Once, but trust me I wasn't in the right state of mind and I terribly regret it." "Why?" "I'm just going to answer this one because I expect it to be the last," he snickered, dropping his weight to Zaphrina's side then began playing with her thighs. "I believe virginity is one of the best gifts a woman can offer a man whom she's decided to settle with or if not settle then at least, someone she values. That special person, you know," he shrugged.

But mostly, they wanted to be her because of her infamous reputation. Stacy was experienced. Word around campus was that she’d lost her virginity at a ridiculously early age and had been collecting notches ever since. She got to sleep with whatever guy she wanted, whenever she wanted. So many guys...the jocks, the rich kids, the ones who had their pictures plastered all over the campus social pages...bragged about losing their virginity to her and called it the “experience of a lifetime.”

She was aware enough that the world continued on around her, unlike the first experience, where everything seemed to have completely stopped for that one instant. As he collapsed against her, a vision entered her mind. It was something simple, just her scrubbing an iron pot with a brush, but she knew it was a vision instead of just her imagination. Though it revealed something mundane, it was a glimpse of her future. Of course, his taking her virtue hadn’t taken her power. She’d known it wouldn’t, because it was a myth women like her had spread for generations to protect themselves from the predation of men. It was bad enough to be taken and used for their power. Spreading the lie that takin

It would explain how she knew Stephen and Ava, but that didn’t explain how they didn’t know her. Rubbing his hand over his face, he was tired and since finding out Cindy, or whatever her name was, had been a virgin. He needed to find her. He had used nothing last night. Stupid, but he believed that most experienced women used protection. He had never had sex before without a condom, but he had lost his mind with her. Finding out about her being a virgin made it doubly important to find her. It was something he would not share with Stephen. He also didn’t share the fact she had left something behind…. Unlike the Cinderella from the storybooks, it hadn’t been her shoe but her underwear.

"I've um I'm shit um I...I've never d...done this before I'm sorry I should have told you before" she rushed out feeling embarrassed by her sudden struggle to make a coherent sentence. They knew she was a virgin they just wanted to hear her say it, they wanted to hear those words come out of her mouth. The thought of them share I* someone so pure pushed there need for her even more. They were going to claim her destroy her and make her there's even if it was for one night. We'll at least that's what they keep telling themselves.

So, when one of your clients told me about this place, I realized that this could be the answer to my problem. If Margaret Doyle was surprised by her story she didn't show it in the least. Maybe Destiny wasn't as weird as she assumed. 'Anyway,' Destiny continued, 'now that I am almost 30 being a virgin has gotten downright embarrassing. I've even quit going out with men because I don't want to tell them. They are either appalled or far too eager. So, I guess what I am looking for is a stranger to lose my virginity to in a safe environment where I am in no danger.'

“This is a bad idea, Elara. For heaven’s sake, we’re virgins.” We grabbed seats at the counter. “Three vodka ala Mello, please,” I told the bartender. Then I turned to Callie with a smirk. “Virgins? Who are you kidding?” Vivi lost her virginity at eighteen to some guy she met at a bar in Brisbane. She’s never shared the full story though, just bits and pieces. Callie’s no virgin either, she gave it up to her cousin’s best friend on her mom’s side. “ The guy who disvirgined you, What was his name again?”

We were about to go to sleep after pecking each other goodbye. The tension brewing in me was getting worse as each minute passes by. It was the first time I was sleeping on the same bed with a man, I have never done it in my life. The worst part remained that I was still a virgin, although I have kissed a couple of times. Of all the kisses I have had in my life, only two contributed to that of which the Alpha was one of them. I have heard stories from Leah about the pain a girl could face while losing her Virginity. Such stories could make me wanna keep my Virginity forever since I don't want to be hurt by any man.

"What the hell happened to you?" Ann opened her mouth. Closed it. What could she say? ‘ Oh nothing much, I just gave my virginity to a guy who ghosted me before sunrise but I’m totally okay, can we move on?’ Judith’s grip tightened. "Ann. Talk to me. Please” And so she did. The words spilled out in a rush—the tutoring sessions, the secret dates, the way he’d made her feel seen, safe and loved for the first time in her life. She threw her rules out the windows for him and gave him her virginity.