Technical Virgin Mga Nobela at Kwento

He leaned his ear by the door very quietly and this bitch was whispering like a thief at night. "Nicole! What do you mean you don't know! I don't even know how this thing is done for goodness sake I'm a virgin, a vestal"! Teddy said that being mean. "Teddy I'm a virgin too! I don't even know the canonics you know that"! She shouted on call. "Fuck! Why are you white? You are an American dude! Your country is obsessed with sex! Why don't you know this shit "! She asked whilst screaming.

She came after me with her eyes glossy and her hands quivering, "I loved you and I still love you..." "And what if you do?" I interrupted her and her eyes widened. "Love is weak, and I don't want anything to hinder me, I want to keep on getting stronger. You are a hinderance to me Mia." I lied. A part of me was feeling sad that I had to do this to her, even though I didn't love her I still had a little thing for her, just an atom of feeling. She was beautiful, hot, sexy and all but then I was not attracted to her. I was not attracted to anyone or anything, I was a cyborg, I didn't need romantic feelings. I tucked my hands into my pockets and bring out my phone. I had an unread message from D

It started as a soft but pleasurable vibration against my clit and grew to a full speed vibration bringing me to another almost climax. “I promised when I found out you were a virgin I’d how you things and this is just one of them”

For a moment, she sounded like a devil who was luring a gullible human down the path of no return. "You can easily buy the tools you need nowadays. All you have to do is surf the Internet for them. It's very easy for you to fake being a virgin. "Besides, didn't you mention that man had never had sex before? Those tools are more than enough to help you fake your virginity. He's a virgin too, after all. At most, he'll just scan the bedsheets for bloodstains." Vivian blew at her bangs, a small smile playing on her lips. "Right, my regular's calling me right now. I have to go now. Bye."

And so was I. There was something about the way he touched me. The way he held me like he needed me to breathe. He never used protection. Not even once. He didn’t care. I didn’t either. That’s how deep we were in. And the worst part? Vincent had no idea. He’d come home, smiling, touching my waist, asking how my day went. One night, he even pulled me into bed and whispered, “Honey, are you… are you virgin enough to have sex now?”

“It's a Virtual reality club.” Cassia blinked. “VR? Like… video games?” “Not those kinds of games,” Ava said, smiling widely now. “This is… different. It's a sex VR. They scan you in, and they guarantee real body sensations and total anonymity.” “That sound insane, even for you, Ava.” Cassia quipped. Ava tapped her lap. “Exactly! Which is why it's perfect. You'll wear a mask and you pick your fantasy and no one would ever know it was you. And it won't be cheating on your husband.”

I should have left, sprinted away, and saved whatever dignity I had left, but call me a masochist, because with trembling hands, I found myself opening the door, fingers shaking, vision blurred by tears and I stepped in. Then my eyes almost went blind from what I saw. There, on Seris's Queen-sized pink bed, were the locked pair, tangled together, naked, beads of sweat glistening on their bodies as they ravaged on each other, wildly, roughly, too sacked in to even register my presence, or if they did, too engrossed to even give a f*ck! Tavian was right on top of her, waist moving in a seasoned manner, like a person who'd done it for years. But he was supposed to be a virgin! Those thrusts, th

He urges me on, a relentless voice drowned in instinct. With a jagged breath, I tease the edge of her opening, watching her squirm. I drag the pads of my fingers over her body, leaving a scorched trail of friction that feels like a brand. When I finally ease inside, I try to shut out the intrusive thoughts that flood my mind. Was she truly a virgin before me? Or is this just another layer of the design? Every moan she utters feels like a question I cannot answer.

Tiny, dark beauty birthmarks scattered across her back in an eerie symmetric pattern that rivaled a masterful work of cosmic art. When she breathed in my ear, slipped her warm tongue into my mouth, fisted my shirt, and clung onto me for dear life. I forgot nothing, not even the warmth of being inside her, despite the limitation of that fucking condom. STIs my fucking foot. My lips curved upwards to the side, and I scoffed. She was naïve, and cute, andno longer a virgin.I’d gotten her rid of that virtue and didn’t need a reminder of the implications that would follow if her brother or husband-to-be discovered that the package had been tampered with.

She couldn't even say which of all he was doing pleasured her the most. She couldn't even say that pleasure was the right word. She had no control of her body's responses, and yet she didn't want control. It was shameful, to want to do something this intimate with a virtual stranger. Not a stranger, you know him, protested a voice inside her head. And yet, she was here as a gift. She was paid for. She was here as a whore. Another noise escaped her lips. It was a cry, and he heard it. His head raised and his eyes bored into her face. She had opened her eyes to look at him.