To The Virgins Poem Analysis Mga Nobela at Kwento

The air crackled with a promise of what was to come, and at that moment, they were bound by an unspoken need, teetering on the edge of passion. Once naked, Virgil reclined on the bed, his body a canvas of vulnerability and allure, thighs parted invitingly, presenting himself to Vale in a way that was both bold and seductive. Vale's breath caught in his throat, a primal growl escaping him that reverberated through the room, deep and resonant. The sound coursed through Virgil's veins, igniting a fire within him that made him squirm with anticipation.

She could merely sound out her monolog underneath the quagmire of her mind, thought and consideration. I don’t wanna give my virginity to the man whom I don’t know. I don’t wanna be dirtied and stained by all these lady-killers and womanizers. Is there really no way out for me anymore? Is there really nothing more I can do to get out of here, to free myself from this inhumane, heartless and malicious hell, to maintain this sacred as well as pure virginity of mine?

I don't have strength in me to search for a night gown from the wardrobe and besides, I and Silver are the only one alone in the room so I see no reason why I have to. I let out a deep breath as I stared at the ceiling. I found it hard to sleep as I kept thinking about the surprise Lorenzo has for me tomorrow night. ‘But do you think Lorenzo deserves to be the first man to touch me?’. I asked inwardly. I just wish someone could answer my questions because I don’t want to loose my virginity to the wrong man. They say virginity is like a strong bond, if you wanna loose it then it has to be with someone you are willing to spend the rest of your entire life with. I kept on thinking till I finall

My fingers curl into fists. Who does he think he is? And why does he think he can just end this easily, like he’s flipping a switch? Like I don’t matter. “Why?” I call out to his retreating back. He pauses in his tracks with a sigh. “‘Why does it matter so much that I’m a virgin?” He turns to face me. “Because I don’t deal with virgins.” “Why?” I ask again. “Because they’re too much fucking work. They get all clingy, and attached and…”

He keeps his eyes fixed on my slender figure and plumpy b**bs as he takes off his shirt and trouser. He slowly kneels between my legs, my entire body shivers in anticipation, my spines are cold as ice, my lips part, releasing heavy breaths. He leans in and holds his weight up with his hands on either sides of my head, his heavy c**k dangles on my p**sy as he looks into my eyes for a long moment. Then I whisper to him. “I'm a virgin,” my voice is barely audible. “I know you are,” he responded. “We are made for each other, no one can possibly have what's mine.”

“That’s not the point! I treated you like a wh*re, like a bitch—and you’re a fucking virgin?” Ram spat out the words, his anger evident. Lexie remained silent, offering only a bitter smile as he turned and walked away from her. She slid down against the wall, quietly enduring the pain between her legs. “Y-you’re a virgin… How the hell could you just give yourself away like that?” Ram muttered, pacing back and forth. Still, Lexie said nothing—she didn’t even know what to say. “You don’t know how special you are. Don’t you fucking know your worth as a woman? Is that why you thought giving away your virginity was just some game? What kind of woman do you want to be, Lexie? A fucking prostitute?

I didn’t wait. There was no gentleness, no hesitation. My need was too great, too overpowering. I forced her legs apart, her hips spreading wide, and took what was mine. The shock in her eyes, the way her mouth opened in a silent scream and the saliva dripped down her chin. Fuck, that was intoxicating. She was tight, too tight, and I loved it. Knowing I was the only one and the first man to stretch her wide open. Virgins were a hassle, but she, I’d take her virginity all over again. Her kisses, her pain and her soul, they all belonged to me until further notice.

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.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you are a virgin?” Heat floods my face. I open my mouth, then close it again. “I didn’t think it mattered. I didn’t know it would make any difference.” “It makes a lot of difference.” He taps one finger on the table. “Your boldness at the gala made me assume you had the same confidence in bed. Clearly I was wrong. You are too innocent to handle how rough I like it.” “Mr Hale, please…” He looks away for a second, jaw tight. “I do not involve virgins. They start attaching meaning to things that are supposed to stay physical. And I cannot promise you anything more than that.”

I turn to the others, searching their looks for an ounce of understanding. “Just that. Through my arrogance... through my stupidity... through my inability to communicate other than through violence and control... I failed to show him that love. » I turn back to Alaya, my tone hardening slightly. " It's true. I bought your virginity. » The word is dropped, raw, brutal. “That was what interested me. The fact that you're a virgin. Pure. Untouched. » I stare at her intently. “If you hadn't been a virgin, I never would have chosen you. Never. »