Tiny Virgins Novels & Stories

I look up into his warm brown eyes. “Hello, crazy girl,” he says, and smiles.I know my face must still be scarlet because it’s burning. “Let’s go back to the beginning,” he says. “So you’re a virgin. So what? It’s no big thing. It’s just a state of being. It’s like saying you haven’t bungee jumped or driven a car.” “It’s a little bit more complicated than that.” “Not really. We’ve all got things we haven’t done.”

My attention was immediately drawn to the question that displayed on the screen “Are you a virgin?” *If yes; then would you like to play a game?*

Detective Dave asked and Sophie sighed. "Was he beaten up that bad?" Sophie asked. "Detective, you see my brother's gay but he's scared to come out to my parents, he told only me about it and he's a virgin too." She chuckled. "If someone told me that nineteen year olds in this time can be virgins, I would never believe especially since he's a boy and all." She said smiling and she looked a bit like the Sophie I used to know. "I just hope he wasn't beaten up that bad." She said with a bitter laugh.

Ass shown, boobs visible. I take another long breath. Okay, maybe a few breaths. Finally, it was time to write a little thing about myself in my bio, “I am nineteen years old, I write, and I’m a virgin. I’m looking for the right man to claim my virginity, but only if the price is right . . . After all, This only happens once” Now it was time for me to worry, about what makes me think I would be chosen in the pool of thousands and thousands of beautiful girls. Why would any sane rich guy pick me, well except if they are not sane? Now I wait.

Ruth had never been one to overthink her virginity. Ruth's virginity was neither a badge of honor nor a burden; it simply existed. As a pastor's daughter, she had absorbed every variation of the purity speech, from impassioned sermons to casual dinner-table anecdotes. Yet, none of it ever truly resonated with her. At 25, on the cusp of becoming a lawyer, she remained a virgin, not due to some grand moral conviction, but because the opportunity had never felt truly compelling.

Tara was busy screaming into Tiffany's snatch from the hard pounding Gio was giving her well fucked pussy. To think all three of them had been virgins until last night. That still surprised Gio. That the two biggest cheerleader sluts in school had never had their pussies fucked. Virgins until they begged him to, not only fuck them, but breed them last night. He kind of regretted some things he'd made them do. Not the videos to their boyfriends, both the guys and the sluts deserved that for what they'd put him through. But filling their unprotected pussies with his cum that was beyond revenge. Making his sister beg him to flush her birth control, he was as upset about too.

And one of his rule has to do with his children being virgins till they are married. I am still a Virgin, but... How do I explain this to my father? "I was never like this before. Anna was never like this," I muttered with sadness, slowly lifting my dress up to my waist. "I'm still Daddy's favorite girl. I haven't broken any of his rules." I slid my left hand to the side of my waist, pushing my undie off. My legs went apart, as I carefully turned on the vibrator, placing it on my sweet spot.

Inside these walls, there was only tension, tight and suffocating. Isabella looked up at Damian, her tears streaking her cheeks, voice barely a whisper. “Please… you have to believe me. You know I was a virgin before you married me… how can you believe I have a child.” Her plea trembled into the air, soft yet piercing, as if the sound itself was fragile enough to shatter. Her chest rose and fell with the uneven rhythm of her breath, and her hands twisted in front of her, desperate to hold onto something real when everything felt like it was slipping away.

He said in between laughs "There are no fucking virgins Max. That shit is old." "I'm telling you that she could be a virgin." Andre shook his head "Not a chance Max!" "How about I have a taste to confirm?" Max insisted and Andre's face flares up in anger. "Cool down big guy. You don't do nuns and you hate virgins so how about I take that problem off your hands." Max offered with a wide grin on his face. "No!" Andre replied sharply. "Come on dude. Don't go all greedy on me now. You don't even want the bitch."

I leaned in closer, lips brushing her ear as my hand slid down to grip her waist possessively. “If you want to regret it, at least let me lose my virginity first… Let me bury my raw cock balls-deep in that fat pussy, no condom, sixty-nine position. I want to fuck you for hours—hard, nasty, and raw, in every corner, bent over the counter with your tits pressed against the mirror while I pump load after load of my virgin cum into you until you can’t even stand straight." “Tarzan!” she gasped, eyes wide with shock.