Novel & Cerita The Virgins Suicide Book

"Next time, I'm telling the salesgirl you cry during p**n." She glared at me, eyes bright with shame and something else I didn't want to name. Said nothing. Just walked faster, head down. I laughed under my breath. We moved in silence for a bit until I couldn't help it. "Explain something to me. How does a virgin know this much dirty shit? Learn it in convent?" "What if I said yes?" I stopped mid-step. "You're kidding." "There was this forbidden book. Circulated among the novices. Sister Julia brought it in, hid it under her mattress." She said it like it was normal. "A... spicy romance."

Kissed down her body. "Again?" she asked. "Again." I made love to her slowly. Thoroughly. Celebrating. When we finally finished. Both utterly spent. We lay tangled together. Sheets twisted. Bodies sticky. Happy. I reached for water on her nightstand. Knocked something. Her laptop. Screen lit up. I glanced. Couldn't help it. Document open. Title visible. "Teaching My Virgin Lover: A Memoir by Dr. Delilah Santos" I stared. Read it again. Making sure.

"Well, I am a slut. My ex-husband taught me how to change sex partners like underwear, so why can't I be a slut?" Mellisa's tone was sharp and disapproving, conveying her disdain for the topic. Zick's tone was cold as he asked. "So you enjoyed having sex with him, then?" Mellisa gave a sly smile as she spoke. "It was a pretty incredible experience, you know? I'm glad it was him that I lost my virginity to. His hands have a way of exploring my body that I can still feel even when he's not around."

And that the people were really mean to her. I wondered who she was. Why was someone this young, here? “Yes, you can take my word,” I reached out to her shoulders, hugging her. Next, I guided her to where I previously sat and slept. “What’s your name?” I asked. “P-piper,” she replied. “Well Piper, that’s such a beautiful name.” “T-Thank you,” “I’m Ava Goodchild, one of the selected virgins. Are you in any way here for that?”

“You're wrong about me, maybe you're used to having as many women as you want, but there are also women who look at those things and I think that's why I'm still a Virgin, for waiting for the man who wants to be with a woman like me, full of flaws. "America, at first I thought it was your joke, but are you really a Virgin?" She approached me seductively. “That's right, if you think I'm good, and if not, I don't have to lie, besides that man will realize that I'm not lying when he gives me completely. "I think you're missing out on something good." He reached his hand down there, instantly massaging it. What happens? I looked quickly elsewhere, sometimes Dalton acted in a daring way.

It was why Mom always told Celine and me, since we were kids, that we could date, but we had to protect our virtue before marriage. "Marriage is like a second chance at life," Mom would say earnestly. "Men would always claim that they don't mind, but in reality, every single one of them wants to marry a blushing virgin. It's why the two of you have to protect your virtue. Don't blame me for disowning you if you don't." I tried to convince Celine to come clean to Mom while we were on our way home from Jeffrey's house. I hadn't expected her to tell me that she was still a virgin because she slept with Jeffrey in a non-traditional way.

I loosen up my tie, rest my back on this humongous seat, and rub my temple repeatedly. But when I finally open my eyes, the figure is still there. And right now, she’s taking baby steps toward me. A smile appears on my face when this goddess gorgeous woman calls me in her usual sensual tone, "Hi, Dmitri Sullivan. I’ve finally caught you. Are you ready to satisfy my cravings?" “The Virgin’s Cravings it is,” say the two of them inwardly. - THE END - to be continued... THE MISTRESS'S CRAVINGS: HIS BETROTHED (BOOK 2)

"That's right, baby, I want you to cum so hard for me that I drown in your wetness." Something about his dirty talk pushes me right over that edge, and I let go of him cumming so hard as I grip his hair, burying his face in my core. When my walls stop spasming against his fingers, I slowly loosen my grip; he slides up my body and kisses me deeply. I can taste myself on his lips, which makes me grind myself against his cock. Feeling the head of his cock and his first piercing against my core. I try and press myself down on him further, but he stops me. "Are you sure? There is no harm in stopping right here. There is a thing you should probably know about virgins in the supernatural community-

She certainly never inquired about my (meager) dating history. Now, though, intimately on top of each other, I wondered if this was something my sister had shared with someone else. We say 'virginity' like it's a singular thing and I suppose it can be. But there are all sorts of 'virginities' if you think about it -- an endless number of intimate acts we can experience for the first time. I couldn't help but wonder if my sister was sharing one of those with me in that very moment. The same way I was giving my own to her. "You can press," Lucy said, "I'm ready."

Her name: Elara Vale. The convent called it an external placement program. An act of gratitude for his generous donations. But Damien knew the truth. It was a transaction. And it intrigued him far more than he’d like to admit. A virgin. A girl who had never been touched, never spoken to a man without a prayer on her lips. A girl who would blush at bare ankles, tremble at coarse language, and bow her head when addressed. She would be his maid. Damien wasn’t a man of faith. But he had rituals of his own. And breaking this one would be deliberate. Exquisite.