Technical Virgin Novels & Stories

The woman holding his files jumped and dropped them, rushing to grab a tissue to wipe off the screen. “Where do you want me to wipe?!” Vincent’s face turned pitch black. But on the other end, Evander’s mood improved — probably because some reckless woman had gotten too close to Vincent again. He fired back, “You’ve been used so much, and now you’re worried about a little smear? Quit being so damn picky!” Vincent: “No one’s ever wiped me off before!” He said this while tilting his mouth toward the woman and pointing at the coffee stain on his lip. Then he said to Evander on the phone, “I’m still a virgin, man.”

I wait until her eyes meet mine and then I ask her. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” I see a flicker of embarrassment in her eyes but act quickly and shake my head. “No. Don’t be embarrassed, gorgeous. I couldn’t be happier.” “You…you couldn’t?” she asks. “It just means I get to claim you as mine,” I reply. “I’m going to stretch that delicate pussy over this hard cock and make you come so hard you’ll never want another man to touch you.” Tatiana’s eyes dart away from me and then back again. “I…I already don’t.”

" Virgin. The word pulsed through me with unexpected heat. I shouldn't want this. Shouldn't want her. She was too young, too innocent, too far removed from the darkness that defined my world. But she'd thrown herself at me. Begged for my protection. Offered me anything. My hand slid between her thighs. She was soaked—arousal coating her inner thighs, dripping onto the sheets beneath her. I gathered the wetness on my fingers, spread it over her swollen clit. She cried out. Her hips bucked against my hand. "Rule number one." I rubbed slow circles, watching her fall apart. "You do not come without my permission. Understand?" "Y-yes—" "Yes, what?" "Yes... sir?" "Good girl." I increased the press

“Take my virgin pussy anyway you want.” Ted shook his head lost in the pleasure of his baby girl’s sex. A virgin forbidden pussy she was so willingly giving up. He had never fucked anyone as rough and dirty as he was fucking his eighteen-year-old stepdaughter. His balls drew up at her confession, and the pleasure of his orgasm shivered up his spine. Her pussy was too good to give up just yet, but Ted didn’t know how much longer he could hold off from coming.

I turn to the others, searching their looks for an ounce of understanding. “Just that. Through my arrogance... through my stupidity... through my inability to communicate other than through violence and control... I failed to show him that love. » I turn back to Alaya, my tone hardening slightly. " It's true. I bought your virginity. » The word is dropped, raw, brutal. “That was what interested me. The fact that you're a virgin. Pure. Untouched. » I stare at her intently. “If you hadn't been a virgin, I never would have chosen you. Never. »

“Technical virgin.” “Oh, dear, what do you mean by that?” “Someone who has been touched by a partner, except for…you know what I mean.” I could not speak out the words, "vaginal penetration." “Penetration?” How I wish I could hide in a hole! What if he imagined that moment he had with me in his mind? Having no choice, I swallowed hard and nodded. AUTHOR'S NOTE: IF you are enjoying the story, please reward your author with a star, follow, and a comment. Thank you so much.

she breathed, voice shaky and thin. I watched her face the whole time. Lips parted, eyes fluttering, breaths punching out quick. Moved my fingers steady, circling, pressing, feeling her tighten and shake around me. She clung harder, hips chasing every touch. Steam choked the air. Her skin burned against mine. Slick. Ready. Perfect. But that question slammed back into my head like a door. “Are you a virgin?”

she whispers, walking closer to stand between my legs. I shake my head at how much her dad has managed to fuck with this poor girl’s mind. “Do you act on them? Do you go around town fucking every dick you find?” Her eyes widen in shock. “No, you know I don’t. I’m a virgin.” I lean closer and run one finger along her wet slit, applying just enough pressure to barely part her sweet little lips. She lets out a cute little whimper, and I smile when her hips automatically move to try and grind against me.

Fuck, my hymen was breaking, a sharp burning pain radiating through my core. His palm clamped over my mouth instantly, silencing me, muffling my whimpers against his calloused skin. Tears blurred my vision, hot and stinging. "You're a virgin," he whispered, his voice cracking. "Aria—you're a virgin. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." He stayed still inside me. Not moving. Just buried to the hilt, his cock throbbing deep in my stretched cunt while my walls spasmed and clenched around the intrusion. The pain was sharp, a raw ache that made my toes curl and my fingers dig into his biceps.

My dead mother always lectured me on holding my virginity till my ‘Mr Perfect’ swooped in and swept me off the feet like my old man did to her. While deep,down I knew father wasn’t her Mr Perfect, I held onto my virginity because I believed in the old cliche of the one. As a result I stuck to the whole no touching myself till my wedding night. Not even Scarlette blurbing to me of the multiple orgasms she had with her toys would sway me or even prepare me for this very moment. But right now? This feels like a feral craving inside me has been unleashed. The need to scream for something that I don’t know exactly what it is.