Virgin Sex Stories Novels & Stories

Ruth had never been one to overthink her virginity. Ruth's virginity was neither a badge of honor nor a burden; it simply existed. As a pastor's daughter, she had absorbed every variation of the purity speech, from impassioned sermons to casual dinner-table anecdotes. Yet, none of it ever truly resonated with her. At 25, on the cusp of becoming a lawyer, she remained a virgin, not due to some grand moral conviction, but because the opportunity had never felt truly compelling.

“Absolutely, Master, I am yours. Have you never even fantasized about having a slave before?” “The last woman I was with was my wife; we never played any fantasy games. I have not touched anyone in ten years.” I felt the pang of loss begin to grow in my chest again. “Master, I am so sorry. I never knew you were married. May I make a suggestion that might help you to understand what you have gotten yourself into?” “I would be glad to hear anything you have to say.” She then suggested a couple of websites for me to read. Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try.

“Yes. I do.” She stepped forward, resting her forehead against his chest. “Then take them down, Damian. Burn the whole damn narrative.” He nodded once to Roman, who appeared beside them in full security detail, then led Isabella straight into the boardroom. Behind them, headlines continued to explode across the internet like wildfire. “Inside the Mind of the Billionaire’s Virgin Bride” “She Lied to Him—Read the Page That Shocked the CEO” “Secret Scars: The Woman Damian Knight Married in the Dark”

With a skill born of years of practice, she carried Bree off the precipice and down into the Elysian Fields, there to enjoy all the raptures legends foretold. "In all the times Frank and I did it, I've never, ever had an orgasm like that," Bree said a short time later as she laid exhausted across Valerie's chest. "I didn't even think something like that was possible." Valerie had a good idea why that had been, but wisely held her tongue. She was certain that, based on comments she'd shared, Bree had thought Frankie O'Connell was really something in bed. That same way thousands of women who married the first guy, or close to it, they'd spread their legs for held similar beliefs. And most of t

Carson whined. "Ok, so I guess the last question is mine," I said. "So we talked about how old we were when we first had sex, my question is similar. How many virginities have you taken?" "This is not fair. I hardly got to answer anything," Declan complained. Hazel, Gabrielle, Cleo and Ingrid said none. Declan was out. Topher said four and Talon said six. Gerry said twelve and I was impressed. I saw Hazel blushed when Gerry spoke. I think he was the one who took her virginity. Lucky fucker.

She started crying. "I'm ruthless and relentless when it comes to sex," he said, leaning his face closer to hers and pressing his forehead against hers. She could smell his breath, a mixture of alcohol and cigarettes. "Shout, go! Scream if you want, I don't care! Nothing can stop me, Lane. I love sex, and I love it even more because I did it with you again. Almost all the people I've had sex with weren't virgins, except for the past ones. They were virgins, and they screamed in pain too. So, now, shout! I don't care!" he taunted and started moving on top of her.

“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.

“Come to thank me for taking your V-card like a good little slut?” The cheerleader on his lap burst into giggles and kissed his neck again, louder this time, marking her territory. Aaron continued without missing a beat, his tone casual and cruel, like he was telling the funniest story in the world. “Yeah, guys, listen up. Harper here basically begged me to fuck her on Friday night. Said she was so tired of being the pathetic school virgin that everyone made fun of. So I did her a massive favor and popped that cherry.” He laughed, shaking his head dramatically as if the memory was pathetic. “Biggest fucking mistake of my life. Her pussy smelled funny—like old fish mixed with something rotten

My brain is a car crash filled with sweet birch. “I had sex, okay, no different to anyone else,” blushing so hard it hurts. Raze leaned in ever closer, his lips skirting my ear. In a serious voice, probably the one he uses before cutting fingers off. “I want details. How many men? Where did they touch you? Did you like it? Was it your first time?” “How did you…that’s not your business!” I blush even harder at the mention of my virginity, but then his fingers inched upwards, just inside the hem of my shorts, dangerously close to finding my soaked panties, and I shut the hell up.

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.