Virgin Sex Stories Novels & Stories

Only the words “Valid for one weekend. Use once. Burn after.” She stared at the picture every night while her vibrator buzzed between her legs and her husband slept in the next room. The fantasies grew darker each time. Five strangers. A penthouse suite. No names. No limits except the safe word she knew she would never use. Just a weekend of being used so thoroughly she would feel them for weeks. Friday arrived cold and wet. She told her husband she was having a girls’ night in the city. He kissed her cheek and told her to have fun. She almost came right there in the doorway from the guilt and the thrill.

But I felt it when he leaned in. Felt it against my neck, against the soft skin just beneath my ear. His lips didn’t touch me, but they were close enough. And then he whispered it. One word. The same one. “Mine.” The way he said it… it wasn’t like in the office. This wasn’t about legality or signatures or ownership on paper. This was raw. A claiming. He leaned back and looked at me like he was waiting for a reaction — maybe fear. Maybe resistance. Maybe surrender.

"Hey, I just want to ensure nothing goes underneath my radar. You're my friend, and I need to know if you're dating someone. Hoe-code that I don't flirt with them you know?" I sigh in defeat. "I appreciate it, but just trust me when I say that I'm not into Nathan at all." "If you say so." I keep dancing with Winnie, drink more alcohol, and find out she is a virgin like me. We bond over tequila while I pretend this isn't my first time getting smashed. The world is spinning, but I can still stand when Winnie partners us up for a chicken fight tournament in the pool. Or at least try to...

"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.

Outside of her fantasies, her daydreams, the stories she told herself when she came, this was new. But it felt old. It felt as if she’d always been on the bed with this man, always had his hands on her body, always had his whispered words working through her mind. He reached one hand under her and began to rub her clit as he fucked her. She made a low, keening sound under her breath, unable to stop herself. “Come when I tell you,” he said. Could she? Gina felt that she was right on the edge, teetering. What if he didn’t tell her fast enough? What if he didn’t say that she could and she came without permission? What if…

“It’s a construct a caveman came up with to make himself feel virile and strong by claiming he was his woman’s only lover. It’s bullshit and you know it. Virginity isn’t real. I have all kinds of sex with my toys and my imagination and it’s healthy and far more real than the construct of virginity.” “You can’t see it over the phone, Sienna,” Darya mocked, “but her soapbox is made out of concrete.” “Hopefully it isn’t tied around her ankles or she could drown next time she hits the beach.” Sienna joined in the teasing. “It’s not a soapbox. I haven’t had sex with a man but not because I’m saving it for anyone special. I don’t need the something special. I haven’t made time and frankly, I suck

"That's right, baby, I want you to cum so hard for me that I drown in your wetness." Something about his dirty talk pushes me right over that edge, and I let go of him cumming so hard as I grip his hair, burying his face in my core. When my walls stop spasming against his fingers, I slowly loosen my grip; he slides up my body and kisses me deeply. I can taste myself on his lips, which makes me grind myself against his cock. Feeling the head of his cock and his first piercing against my core. I try and press myself down on him further, but he stops me. "Are you sure? There is no harm in stopping right here. There is a thing you should probably know about virgins in the supernatural community-

She quietly replied. "Good, I'm just getting started" I smiled. I continue rubbing her shoulders working my way down to her back. Working out all stress from her muscles. I picked a specific movie that shows lots of sex scenes in it called Spartacus. About gladiators and Roman women. There was a scene where I thought she'd enjoy in particular. When the scene starts I start rubbing her sides and kiss her neck from behind softly. "Babe, what are you doing?" She asks when my hands began rubbing her stomach down to her legs.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me to him. “Let me go.” “Wellsy, for fuck’s sake, can you just be a little bit patient?” I stopped. “There's nothing you can say to make me feel better about this.” “Fine. See it as a threesome, that's something everyone has undeniably wanted to try out.” “Not as a normal thing, Adrian. You're telling me that every time you like a girl, you…” “No!” He cut me off like he knew what I was about to say. “It's just the sex.”

"Worried? It's just stories, why would you be worried?" "Few weeks ago you told me you'd just do it, for the sake of getting it over with. You keep on talking about selling your virginity, doing it with anyone as long as it's before your birthday, and when you read stories like that I got worried. What if you go to those stupid websites and auction your virginity? For the idea that you're going to meet a rich Mafia, then he'll rape you during your first time, but you're so fucked up that you think it's okay to fall in love with him later. Those stories that you read, they're so fucked up, Nina. I don't want that. There is no way I'm letting my best friend have that experience. You deserve th