Virgin Lips Novels & Stories

Her name: Elara Vale. The convent called it an external placement program. An act of gratitude for his generous donations. But Damien knew the truth. It was a transaction. And it intrigued him far more than he’d like to admit. A virgin. A girl who had never been touched, never spoken to a man without a prayer on her lips. A girl who would blush at bare ankles, tremble at coarse language, and bow her head when addressed. She would be his maid. Damien wasn’t a man of faith. But he had rituals of his own. And breaking this one would be deliberate. Exquisite.

“It’s… perfect.” “Precisely,” Veronica said, smirking as she helped pull it over my head. “Tonight, you’re not only a princess. You’re a goddess.” Veronica expertly twisted my hair into an updo with strands pinned high while others framed my face down low. The deep wine red lip color she applied got my lips looking sharp while the black smoky eye liner turned my eyes deadly. “Done.” She stepped back and gestured for me to admire myself in the mirror.

The stockings cling flawlessly, enhancing her natural elegance. In front of the vanity, Sienna leans closer to the mirror, inspecting her reflection. She brushes a dusting of blush onto her cheeks, just enough to give her skin a soft, radiant glow. Her lips, full and slightly pouty, get a coat of deep rose lipstick—bold, yet refined. Her eyeliner is sharp, her wings drawn with the precision of a steady hand, and her lashes are darkened with mascara, fanned out in perfect symmetry. By the time she finishes, she looks nothing short of breathtaking.

My hands found her ass, the smooth skin beneath my palms sending a shiver down my spine. Whatever I did, she mirrored, her fingers traced the curve of my back and she pulled me to herself. Her touch was both insistent and knowing. I pulled down her pants and then my panties followed. My hands found her inner thigh and she separated them. I found her lower lips. They parted easily due to the stickiness thereof. She touched me. Her finger forged its way into me and then she scoffed. "Yo! Virgin!" she said with a grin. We kissed again, a desperate, hungry kiss that was a mixture of raw desire and defiant rebellion.

“Your lips really have talent, baby.” Slowly, I drew back, lips dragging over the wet, slick mess of him. “Not only these lips.” I licked them clean. “My other lips have a talent too.” Cringe and shame ran deep in my bones. Saying that as a virgin made no sense, and I knew he was aware of it, had always been aware. Why wouldn't he be? He'd made sure I never got to do anything, never got to enjoy anything. Not a single thing in my life.

Her lips had been painted in it. Blood red.

‘‘You always say that, Vina…’’ I said as I leaned in slightly to get a hold of my highlighter and then dusting it on my cheekbones and the very tip of my nose. ‘‘Because it’s the truth…’’ I gave her a shrug of the shoulders in response. ‘‘Should I go with red lips or natural?’’ ‘‘Red lips…’’ she answered. ‘‘You only have eyeliner and mascara on your eyes. You should do something more elaborate…’’ I set the highlighter on the vanity and finally sat still, now only waiting for my hair to be done before finally slipping into my dress. ‘‘That combo suits me. Makes my eyes look more feline-like and it’s simple…’’

My smile widened when I heard Kenan's laughter fill my living room. I ran back to my room to make sure I was pretty enough to meet him. I know it's not my type to stand in front of the mirror many times; it's just that, considering Veronica is always beside Kenan, I feel insecure. There are so many beautiful women in Kenan. I don't want to look bad when compared to him. I took lip tint from the drawer and dabbed it lightly on my lips. Well, yeah! This was a gift from Violet when she went to Korea a few weeks ago. I thought I would never use it, but it turns out I really need it now.

Moreover, my entire slit was wet. Then, he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. Gently at first, almost timidly, as if testing my reaction. But when I didn't pull away, the kiss deepened. His hand on my thigh pressed slightly, and I felt my heart race. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to be swept away by the sensation. A question crossed my mind, clear and incisive: Why not let it happen? After all, wasn't it him who had already taken my virginity?

Then she remembered what he ordered her to do, and she winced. Kiss. She didn't know how to kiss. She hadn't even been this close to a man, with his whole body plastered all over her like glue. She hadn't been with any man. How was she to kiss him? She remembered what Madame Venus told her. “Just be beautiful. You show more flesh. Put color on your face. When he sees how beautiful you are, he knows what to do.” That was the sage advice in the hooker’s manual, she hysterically thought.