Virgin Erotica Novels & Stories

"Watch me, Chris." His jaw locked. I could see the muscles in his neck straining as I reached for the front clasp of the red bra. I unhooked it slowly, letting the lace fall away to reveal my breasts. I began to massage them, my thumbs circling my nipples into hard peaks. "Daphne... f-fuck..." Chris groaned, covering his mouth with his hand. It looked physically painful for him to stay still. I ignored his plea, letting out a long, high-pitched moan as I arched my back. I spread my legs wide on the marble island, the red net leggings and matching panties leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.

I said and Mr Levinson laughed cheerfully. "With such a man I am going to be rich beyond my wildest dreams. haha haha!" Mr Levinson yelled on top of his voice. The conversation between us was obviously over so there was no need to sit next to him. I am his pole dancer and also his prostitute and yet I am still a virgin. It is all thanks to that stranger but he can't possibly keep this up.

I was sure it was her. I even opened my eyes, slightly trembling. But the woman below me, with her head tilted back, was not blonde. I closed my eyes again, letting the sounds I heard look like Joana's voice. It wasn't a sin. I was just exploring those sensations to the fullest. Maybe Joana wasn't the goddess of sex emerging to take me to the abyss of pleasure. I let myself be convinced that it was her. So what was love, became fucked up. The dirtiest kind possible. "Oh my God... "Maria moaned softly.

When Arianna could finally open her eyes, she stared at the screen of her phone, still dazed, until she realized that Eric was not doing anything but watching her, his chin tucked in both his hands, and he was lying on his front on the bed. “Eric…” she breathed his name in a sound that was both a laugh and an embarrassed cry. He breathed in, deep, slow. “God… I’ve never watched any-thing so erotic. Baby, you’re the sexiest, seriously hottest woman I have ever met.”

“You're wrong about me, maybe you're used to having as many women as you want, but there are also women who look at those things and I think that's why I'm still a Virgin, for waiting for the man who wants to be with a woman like me, full of flaws. "America, at first I thought it was your joke, but are you really a Virgin?" She approached me seductively. “That's right, if you think I'm good, and if not, I don't have to lie, besides that man will realize that I'm not lying when he gives me completely. "I think you're missing out on something good." He reached his hand down there, instantly massaging it. What happens? I looked quickly elsewhere, sometimes Dalton acted in a daring way.

With a soft sigh, Eric rolled off me, pulling me into his arms and holding me close as if to steady both of us. We lay there quietly for a while, the room filled only with the sound of our breathing. Finally, I tilted my head up to look at him, my heart still racing. “I’m still a virgin, right?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, filled with worry. Eric laughed out loud, as if the tension had finally broken. “Yes, unfortunately, you are,” he replied, his grin wide and mischievous. “But trust me, I can’t wait for the day when you’re completely mine.”

“Look at me, Vera. Look at me when I taste you, touch you, pleasure you...” Her eyes widened as a deep rumble left her lips, and she nodded her head. Her hair fanned around her face, and her mesmerizing violet eyes kept me in place. She was magnificent and I had never felt anything like this, never in my life. I stayed a virgin, because no one had stirred me, done things she did to me with just a look from the side of her eyes. “Oh!” She gasped as she looked at me with wide eyes. I winked as I wrapped my tail around her soft ass, rubbing it up and down.

"Don't worry. I find you so sexy, and if being with me makes you squirt, then be with me again." This woman was not holding back. "Again? Wow, you're the energizer bunny," I joked. "I feel really comfortable with you, and before I change my mind, I want to try something that I've seen in videos." "Okay..." I said, drawing out the "y." "I feel comfortable with you too, so let's try it." "It's where we open our legs up, and our parts touch." "You mean scissoring?" "I guess that's the term. I'm a girl virgin," Wren said with a silly grin.

he said, his voice laced with sensual desire. Vira’s face turned red. He smirked at her reaction; she looked like an inexperienced virgin, but he knew better. This woman was a beast in bed, a true sex goddess whose main purpose on earth was to give pleasure to men with a voracious appetite for that department, men like him. “Thank you, Luigi. You look good yourself, too.” She shyly smiled at him. What a deceitful little imp. One look at her, and people would see an angel.

Now, with the help of an aphrodisiac, she can finally unleash her deepest, most secret desires. Iris wants to be not only a decent wife to Vince but also a little slut in his bed. For this reason. She has remained a v.irgin, not even holding hands with another man. In the beginning, her belief was to keep her v.irgin and innocent to Vince, but since she accidentally saw p.ornographic videos on the Internet last year, she began to have indescribable sexual fantasies about Vince. It was such a pleasure to be Vince's wife that she longed for his thick d.ick to enter her body every night, that her walls would clench around him, and that she would climax with a moan.