Tiny Virgins Novels & Stories

“Consider the restrictions, Casimir: those who are virgins at this age are likely more timid in their approach to life.” “Timid? These women are helpless.” Some of them, including the one who’d stared at me, looked malnourished. I was tempted to simply send them back and tell the Reapers to try again—with more stringent instructions on who and how to select targets. “Are they even fertile?” “Impossible to know for certain with virgins, of course. But we know they all cycle regularly,” Ghere provided. I shook my head. “Look at the bruises on that one.”

"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 constantly surprises and intrigues me. “I understand why you may think that, but remember I asked you to be my girl before I found out you were a virgin. Virginity is often considered to be a prize. I myself have looked for more experienced girls for my contracts in the past, mainly because I was looking to fuck. Share some pleasure and some pain"

“Sometimes I just… I can’t believe this is real.” Tarin leaned in close again, her voice lowering to that conspiratorial, best friend whisper. “So… have you, you know… sealed the deal yet?” I nearly choked on my drink. “Tarin!” I hissed, glancing around to make sure no one heard. “Keep your voice down!” She giggled shamelessly. “What?! It’s a valid question!” “I…” I cleared my throat. “I haven’t.” Her brows rose. “Oh?” “I’m a… I’m a virgin,” I whispered, feeling my face turn molten. “I haven’t told them. I’m terrified.”

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.

“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?”

Finishing her rant, Gracie huffs heavily while Sira goggles her eyes at her in shock. "Great!" That's all she said. "I mean, love doesn't really take that much time to happen so..." Before Sira could finish her sentence, Gracie frowns and interrupts. "But how am I still a virgin!" She whines again as the agenda comes back to her idiotic insecure head. "Okay, let me get this straight! You are having orgasms by orgasms but haven't experienced that traditional sex right?” Sira asks,making Gracie nod in agreement.

Men who seek out virgin partners tend to have toxic ideas about female sexuality, it's just all rooted in sexist nonsense and garbage. Virgins are usually not that great in bed, they're obviously inexperienced, they don't know how to move, how to act and they're clumsy. The innocence is the strongest aphrodisiac and knowing it's like a game-changing and once in a lifetime experience gives them the strongest excitement. It's not mostly by the actual pleasure but more about trust, intimacy and consent. An initialisation.

With one heavy, unrelenting thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. Victor screamed. It wasn't a sound of pleasure. It was the sound of something breaking. He stiffened, his fingers clawing at the wallpaper as a sharp, tearing pain radiated through his lower half. "What the fuck?" Mateo stopped, his muscles locking as he felt the resistance, the sudden warmth of blood slicking his thighs. He pulled back just enough to see. Victor was gasping, his face pale, eyes blown wide with shock. "You're... you're a virgin?" Mateo’s voice was barely a whisper, thick with a mix of horror and something much darker.

he asked, lieing down on her. _No… This is my first time… _Then I’ll be gentle with you. Lisa loved feeling the stranger’s hot, powerful body against hers. It was so pleasant, and so forbidden… For a moment, she wondered what her mother and friends would think if they saw her offering her body to a stranger, and that thought excited her even more… She spread her legs to offer him her little pussy… She then felt his large, powerful sex rub against her moist, virgin slit. Then he slowly entered her, his erect penis parting the wet walls of her soft sheath…