Tiny Virgins Novels & Stories

My glasses are fogged. And I need more. “Please,” I whisper. My voice is wrecked. “I need – I want – ” “What do you want?” Jacob asks. He’s standing between my spread thighs, unzipping his pants. “I want to feel you inside me. All of you. I want – ” I swallow hard. “I’ve never... I’m a virgin.” Silence. Four men freeze. "Completely virgin?” Tyler asks. I nod. Another pause. Then Jacob’s cock springs free – hard, veined, glistening at the tip – and he positions himself at my entrance.

Tyler smiled . "So you haven't been with anyone?" I asked. I didn't really want to be direct. "No." He replied . " No office fling. No one night stand." I asked. " No Larna. I am a virgin." Tyler said in almost a whisper. " Why are you whispering?" " Because it's embarrassing. Where have you seen a thirty year old virgin?" Tyler laughed nervously." But I want to save myself for the one I marry."

If she was truly a virgin, then it would be my first time handling someone like her, and I had no idea how to do it. I preferred an experienced woman in bed because I had heard many times how virgins expected too much on their first night. Not only did they cling to their partner after sex, but they mostly wanted to be taken seriously and to be in an official relationship with them. They wanted their partner to spoil them rotten and love them unconditionally, and that was something I wasn't going to do.

Turning eight times, there came another girl, I noticed her details at the top right, black, 5’6 and almost the same as the blondie, but again, I was looking for a new face. “Are these all virgins?” I kept swiping and at one point, found Anais’ profile waving next to my eyes. I inwardly rolled my eyes, “I told you to keep a filter,” I narrowed my eyes at her but that didn’t bother her much. “Just keep moving,”

“In this day and age, what percentage of women are still virgins? Maybe they are less than 10% percent of the entire population, right? That's why you shouldn't feel ashamed about it. I'm sure my father and his wife guessed it before I even told them the truth.” Steen could calmly defend himself, and Vivian wanted so badly to punch him in the face. But, maybe the guy wasn't even wrong, right? She also knew that it was difficult to find a virgin in this era, and perhaps it was true that she didn't need to feel embarrassed about that, right? In the end, Vivian knew that she had lost the argument with Steen, and that was why she chose to keep her lips thin as she looked away from the man.

“WHAT I MEANT to say was ‘virtuous,’” she said, trying to save face when she really said the right word. She would always jokingly brag about it—her virginity— to her female friends but never to her male friends, especially to Soren, who, if he really was a naughty boy, might get the wrong impression. He might think she was teasing him or challenging him to pop her cherry. I’m, a virgin, so I would be a valuable addition to your collection, so come and get me, might be his interpretation of what she just told him, suddenly revealing to him that she was a virgin.

“It’s true.” “Don’t even mention Julia, you virgin!” I snapped. “I’ve had enough on my plate already!” “Look who’s talking,” Sagar snapped back. “Being a virgin is better than being a hoe. And what about you? Aren’t you into this new girl because she’s a virgin? Everyone’s obsessed with virgins as long as it’s a woman, but a man is a virgin and he’s a loser?” “Shut up!” I snapped, fist raised and read to hit him, but Cole came forward to hold me back.

"That means she was not a virgin. Too bad for you Ken. The bet was to fuck five virgins before the end of the week. You are far behind dude. You just have to look for one more virgin, maybe you can go for the new student. She might be a virgin." I scoffed as I walked past them, douchebag should be inscribed on their foreheads. Boys like that should have a warning tag attached to them, so innocent girls wouldn't fall into their traps. I just feel bad for their next prey. I don't mind being the last virgin standing. I won't be opening my legs for any motherfucker with a tail in the middle.

“They didn’t tell me who it was going to be, so I didn’t know it was you when I arrived here. There was a possibility it was a guest of your family because I could never, ever imagine you…” “Me…?” he asked somberly. “That you will pay a prostitute for something like that. It’s just… I can’t imagine you having to pay for sex.” “You didn’t even know who you were meeting up with?” She nodded. “Yes. But… Madame Venus did say you were… safe. Even the others there… they said if the requirement hadn’t been for someone very new and virtually a… a virgin, they would have easily changed places with me. I don’t know if that should even be comforting. But to them it was… like since I was indeed a virgin

“I’m going now.” Her eyes widen in surprise. “Shit, okay.” She lets out a breath, hands on her hips as she gives me a serious look. “Listen—these guys, they’re known as ‘the daddies’ for a reason. They have some, well… specific tastes. Weird as hell kinks, but women actually seek them out for, let’s say, special introductions. You wouldn’t be the first untouched woman they’ve helped, and you won’t be the last.” “Got it.” I swallow, steadying myself. “Thank you, Eva please don't tell anyone I'm a virgin! I’ll… I’ll see you tomorrow.”