Novel & Cerita To The Virgins Make Much Of Time

“I’m a virgin.” I stared at him shocked. In this era? Wow. “You’re a virgin? For real?” Damian nodded. “Yes. I’ve been waiting. That doesn’t mean I don’t know what to do. I’ve watched things and read a lot. But I want our first time to be special.” I laughed a little and touched his face. “It’s okay, baby. No pressure.” He held my hand. “I want to wait till marriage. I want it to be right.”

"Annabel, you are not going to find a man to marry who is still a virgin. At least if you have sex with me I'll be gentle with you and I promise to teach you what you like and how to give pleasure to your future husband." She was attracted to him. She could feel the throbbing excitement between her legs. And he was right. She was aware that most men of marriageable age were not virgins and she'd hate not to know what to do. She'd always made sure she did all her research before embarking on a new project. "Well... Maybe tonight we could..." "Tonight? What's wrong with now?" "But it's daylight." "Daylight is the best time for lovemaking. That's when you can see your partner's eyes."

I said sarcastically. “So I need time.” Marley continued. “All this time I was locked up wasn’t enough?” Marley took a deep breath, “I will come with you. But I want us to take things slow. In every way…” “Are you a virgin?” “What? Mmm. Sort of? I’ve mainly been with women.” Marley said as she looked away, “but that’s not the point. I just meant, -“ “Which women?” “Why?” Marley asked.

Right towards his and my father’s gym. “You’re going the wrong way.” “You want to act like a slut, then I’ll treat you like one.” “I’m not a slut.” I mutter under my breath. I’d never been with anyone. He scoffs. “Could’ve fooled me.” “I’m a virgin. How can I be a slut when I’ve never been fucked by a man. That’s why I came to you a few days ago. I want it to be you. It has to be you.” Vance swerves to the side of the road and slams on the brakes. “Repeat the part where you say you’re a virgin. I must be hearing things.”

"So what were you thinking about?" I stroke my hands down her hair. "You. Me. Us. Last night." She kisses my chest. "Last night was a good night." "Mmmm," I say in agreement. "All four times." She pulls back and looks up in my eyes. "You were so worried that you didn't have enough experience to keep me satisfied that you forgot the one huge benefit to marrying a virgin." "What's that?" "You waited for so long, you can go more rounds than anyone else I know."

He says as if trying to place his words in a more subtle tone. “Are you serious? I can't expect you to be a virgin is an incredibly judgmental statement besides you aren’t one too so why is that suddenly a problem? So when it’s for men being virgin makes you less of a man but for women is bad?." I say as I fight to not roll my eyes at him..

With Much Love. Elvira🤍

We sat on a bench in the background to avoid the hustle and bustle of all the students. "As I was telling you, you need to enjoy your life, America," his voice came down now. "You are twenty-two years old and you are still a Virgin." "Shhh," I shut her up, making sure there was no one around me who could hear. "Shut up, those things are private." "Well, but that's the truth." Don't you feel like it sometimes? I rolled my eyes while I ate. "No," I lied, it was obvious that yes, but I wouldn't tell you that. I could give myself pleasure without having to look for a man who only uses me. Maybe it sounds very cheesy but my first time was important and I wanted to enjoy it with a special person.

Something heavy filled her chest, something she had no name for, but it was sharp and painful. Damien caught Ariana’s hand before it slid further down his chest. His grip was firm. His jaw worked like he was fighting with words he did not want to say. “This is not the time,” he muttered. Ariana laughed softly. “There will never be a right time with you. Always rules. Always walls. I am tired of it.” Her other hand slid to his shoulder, pulling herself closer. For a moment, it seemed he might push her away. But he did not. He let her stay there, so close, her lips almost brushing his.

He must have sensed my nervousness because he stopped, turning to face me fully. "We can stop anytime," he said, his hand coming up to cup my cheek. "Just say the word, and we'll stop. No questions, no judgment." "I don't want to stop," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm just—I've never—" Understanding dawned in his eyes. "You're a virgin." Heat flooded my face. "Is that a problem?" "No." He stepped closer, his thumb tracing my lower lip. "But it changes things. I need to take care of you properly." His expression softened into something almost tender. "Your first time should be special, E. It should be with someone who worships you."