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he replied, his voice full of lust. “Not yet. I’ve never… I don't know you.” His eyes widened as the realization of those words hit him hard. She... Was she a virgin? Sure, he had already realized that she wasn't like any other, but a virgin? He didn't fuck virgins! Virgins were synonymous with problems. They always wanted more, as compensation for giving something so precious to a man. And being who he was, even if they knew marriage wasn't an option, they wanted to be his mistress, at least.

corrosive shame made me retort defensively. "Know a lot about virgins, do you?" My eyes narrowed as my eyes drifted to her tender lips still swollen from my kisses. "Nothing, as it happens," I said, thinking it seemed I also knew even less about women or this one at least. "You are making a big thing of nothing. Being a virgin isn't like having a contagious disease. It's not obligatory to go into isolation." Her mouth settled into a mutinous line of defiance as she tried to hide her hurt "I'm sorry you feel cheated and short-changed but I am not about to say sorry that I give my virginity to you." She did with a hint of disappointment in her beautiful eyes.

"You're not a Virgin,Are you,Vanessa? I mean,it's no big deal if you are. But it's better that I know." Just because I don't want to have sex with him,he thinks that I'm a virgin. I just want it to mean something,I want him to work for it. I don't want to be easy-just like every other woman in his line of sight. They fall to their knees in his presence,I've noticed how they watch him from afar when he has me on his arm playing the role of the adoring wife. "No,I'm not a virgin. I just want to wait, I don't want to rush into this."I moved my hands down his body and slipped them into his underwear yet again."I can return the favour if you like?"

Instead, what she felt was dread. I want to be frank with you, Orla. Had I known you were a virgin, I would never have had sex with you. If you were a girl of eighteen or so, I would add here that I understand you might have had rosy romantic delusions about men falling passionately in love with sweet innocent virgins and throwing their hearts and an offer of marriage at their feet, having taken that virginity. But you are not eighteen. You are twenty-seven. Women of twenty-seven do not remain virgins by accident or out of some romantic delusion. To have chosen virginity when yours is such a sensual and passionate nature can’t have been easy.’

Oh, how good were the young bodies of the wicked, those beautiful bodies of virgins who came to the city to discover pleasure. I can't describe the moan of a woman in, of a girl in, but it's the most beautiful thing in the world. She came only with my mouth, my tongue, because as she had told me she was a virgin, I didn't dare stick my finger in. He came and stopped me, held me, didn't want me to suck anymore, so I always expected him to beg me to come in. The same was said of the virgins around the feasts, when a god in his glory came to claim them in the midst of the beautiful people.

He said. “What? How are they just excuses?” she asked. He lifted his shoulder in a shrug, and then he said. "Well, you deciding that my kind of man won't want your kind of woman is really an excuse because I don't understand what you mean by that. What kind of man am I, and what kind of woman are you?” he asked her. "What's so wrong in being a virgin that I wouldn't like?” he asked too, raising his brows. "If anything, I'll be your first, and that's really a great thing. The thought of being your first and only man alone is making me feel giddy.” He said.

I looked around the bed and that's when I noticed the red patch and white stains on the bed. The white stains was probably me reaching my climax but the red stains? Was she.... Oh my gosh.. Was she a virgin? What did I do? I slowly let myself out of her grasp and got out of the bed. I picked up my clothes that were thrown on the bed and wore it. It reeked of alcohol which means I was drunk and in my drunken state, I came here for comfort and we had sex. So what's the big deal? The big deal is that she was a virgin.

"Okay, we'll stay outside." In the unsettling silence, frogs croaked and crickets chirped. Lincoln stretched out his legs on the ground and nodded at me. "Virgins always die first, right?" He may not watch horror movies, but he knew that I did, often with Primrose. Before I could respond, Perry mused, "Protect the virgins at all costs." "Virgins raise their hands," Davin added. Only Maddy raised her hand and wrinkled her nose. "Wait, really? I'm the only one?"

Asmita asked him "why should I be? The Virgin Wall is just a tissue in a woman's body, nothing else. It's teared by someone who was your husband. And now I will be your husband and you will stay with me forever so It doesn't change anything now does it? Virginity doesn't decide your character or anything. Your behaviour and nature show it.. And I love your nature not your body.. "Akshar told her Again he proved that she didn't chose a wrong person