روايات وقصص ضمن Virgin Maiden

Don’t go there. But it was too late. The memory of his hand gripping my waist. The roughness in his voice and the heat between us. I felt it again. My body was betraying me. “How can you be this stupid?” I whispered harshly to myself. Anger surged through me, I felt hot, reckless and desperate. Sex wasn't one to bother me before when I was a virgin but since I lost it, it seemed like I had gone mad. I kicked off my shoes and dropped onto the bed, my heart racing for reasons I refused to admit. I needed it gone; the tension, the ache and the memory of him.

Blue Maid He carried me and kept me in his car, the front seat. Then he went through the front and entered inside. He started the car and drove off in a fast speed I rested my head on the seat and looked through the window I remembered Adrian I miss him I miss my Adrian so much I just want to be in his arms again I wish I could give him a massage again But will he still love me after he finds out that I've been defiled. I closed my eyes at the thought of that

“Why does she have to be a virgin? Why? Tell me.” I don’t think Cheng was expecting a grilling on this point and for the first time since I’d seen him in this form he looked a bit uncomfortable. “Um, it’s traditional?” “It’s always a virgin, isn’t it,” said Maurice. “I mean, in these sorts of situations.” “But why?” Claire insisted. Maurice shrugged. “Because a virgin is pure and untouched. Right?” He looked to Cheng for confirmation. Cheng didn’t have time to respond. “What has being untouched got to do with anything? Are you saying a woman who’s had a cock inside her is unclean? Is she tainted?”

"While you fool around in bed with another man, you have me repair your hymen. Cheryl, you're quite something." "I... Would you believe me if I say it's all a misunderstanding?" "Do you think I would believe you, my dear Cheryl?" He spat out the words "my dear Cheryl" through gritted teeth. I could sense that my chance came and went. There was no point in struggling anymore. It was a fact that I was not a virgin. Still, I could not let him trample all over me. I pushed him away and swiftly put on a bold front. "So what if I'm not a virgin? You don't want to marry me. Well, I don't want to marry you either.

Pheia faces her with shock at what she said. "W-what do you mean you are one?" That's the only question left her brain to process. Maiden heard her sigh and said "I am certain that you are not Pheia and I am not Joan either. I am from a world called Earth where people uses cellphone, where people have no power but technology, and where people have human rights. That's where I came from." Maiden stared at her, wide-eyed. She came from EARTH?! "I am also from there," Maiden exclaimed excitedly. But if she's not Joan then where is her soul? "If you were not Pheia's mom then where is she? What happened to her?" Maiden asked her while she tried to keep her composure intact.

She sold her virginity, and now she had to pay the price. "Uhmm...uh...yea" The door finally opens. She look away, almost afraid of who she'll find entering the room. There isn’t any window, and her fear no longer feels justified. She did this. The man has bought her for the night, but this is all her. Every single part of it. She turn and look at him. He isn’t what she was expecting at all. Though Mariah hated it but she thought it was a man in his late 60's since they were the people who were known for being very perverted.

asked Amelia surprised to see how big the prize was. We all stared at the gigantic gift that the great Madame had brought. "Just open it" replied the Great Madam, briefly. Accompanied by an employee, Amelia prepares to pull the rope that has been decorated with beautiful flowers. "Wait!" Mr. Kusuma shouted to stop Amelia. "Like before, Amelia has to give Grandma a voice note!" remember what we did before. It's positive, Wisnu's virus is already contagious. Amelia immediately smiled. "Grandma Uti. Thank you for giving love to Amelia. From child until now. Amelia is sooooooo lovin uti!" she said, and Great Madame came over to her and kissed her.

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.

Then she leaned in, her voice soft. “But there’s one prize,” she whispered. “One that makes everything else look worthless.” I looked at her. “A virgin,” she said with a small smile. “A virgin is worth more than sleeping with a hundred other girls.”