Virgin Stories Novels & Stories

Alors Imorou proposa ceci à Virginie. Imorou : etant donné que ma femme ne peut me donner d'enfant, Je vais te donner tout ceux dont tu as besoin ainsi un de ces jours nous allons partir tous les deux. Virginie : d'accord mais et si maman le savait un de ces jours ?''' Imorou : elle ne peut le savoir que c'est quelqu'un parmi nous ne lui dise. Virginie : d'accord cela reste un secret entre nous. Et à partir de ce jour Virginie et mon mari on commencé à sortir ensemble.

Arianna pouted, eating up Violet’s every word. Violet giggled, the sound bubbly and feminine. “No, I didn’t let him go. I tore him apart, piece by piece. I do hope you can forgive me, though. I truly didn’t mean to keep you waiting.” Arianna spun around, and I abandoned my position by the door to inch my way closer. She beamed up at Violet with an unhinged grin that could mean damn near anything. “Not to worry, all is forgiven. I love stories, you know. Even more when they’re true, and I can tell by your eyes that you really did do those things. That’s actually why I wanted you to come here. I wanted to tell you a story.”

Maddy's POV My body trembled from how Draven's sweet cock claimed my cherry. His hot cum still leaked from my pussy and dripped down my thighs. My pussy throbbed from insatiable hunger and a bit of pain. I couldn't believe I just lost my virginity to a medieval prince who was strung like a horse. I smiled while I sat in the pool of our cum and leaned against the headboard. Spreading my legs wide, I displayed ny cum soaked pussy for the princes taking pride in how their eyes glinted with ravishing hunger.

Miyako took to 'hiding in plain sight' the pestering got so unremitting. Virginia loudly proclaimed 'we had never had sex', only to become viewed as non-credible and selfish for her unwillingness to share. Delilah had already figured out she was in 'virgin' territory. Not 'virgin' as unsexed. No...'virgin', as in "Harlequin what?", "You mean 'Fifty Shades of Grey' isn't about color-coding?"

, She just leaned more into Priti's lap turning away from Virin. "Okay then goodbye", Ava sat up and caught Virin's hair dragging him to sleep on the other side of Priti's lap. "Bitch! Kyra and I just caught you two in the 'lovemaking' process in your room. Did you tell us anything about your relationship?", Ava glared at him as Kyra closed her eyes to forget the most disturbing scene between her brother and bestie. "Am I the only one who kept it secret? Ask Priti", Virin shrugged leaning his chin on her thigh. "Okay, let me explain", Priti pushed Virin's hand from her ass and shoved his head away directing her total attention to Ava and Kyra.

Even if she is a force to be reckoned with. "Well I do what I please, so I'm sorry but I'm not at the same time." I return the smug gesture. I had seen now that Amellia was walking funny. It was uncomfortable for her to move. "How's your hole?" I ask. "Sore. Why were you so rough? I was a virgin there. My ass was so tight." She exclaimed. "Yes it was. Felt so good clutching my cock so hard I could barely move it in and out." I smiled reminiscing.

“There’s no need to thank me, silly. When I’m finally free from house arrest, I’m taking you shopping. My treat.” Serena smiled faintly, watching as her friend strode out the door—head high, decisive as ever. The apartment suddenly felt emptier without her presence. After finishing the last sip of tea, Serena rubbed her temples. Her vision swam slightly when she tried to stand, but she steadied herself with one hand on the table. Exhaustion clung to her like fog. Still, she forced herself to pick up her phone and dial Jonathan. He answered on the second ring. “Mr. Vanderbilt is at the company right now, Ms. Morales,” Jonathan reported politely. “He’s in a meeting, but—”

I asked, but even then I could see everything, I knew instantly who she was - or perhaps, who she had been. She merely stared at me, saying nothing. Pain sliced through my heart at the realization, and fear tugged through me at the thought of what would become of me, too, if I ended up like the twenty-nine virgins before me. “What do I have to do?” I asked finally. She smiled at me and slowly took my hands in hers. A surge of power flowed into me and danced through my blood like a current, making me lose sight of everything around me for a while.

ALLYSSA'S POINT OF VIEW I sat in that luxurious chair, unable to tear my eyes away from the pristine carpeted floor. The contrast between this opulence and the filth of the basement I had just left almost made me dizzy. My heart was pounding, but I didn't know if it was from fear, shame, the joy of the moment of my virginity that I had just lost, or a mix of all three.

I didn’t want to. His bedroom door clicked shut behind us, and suddenly I was on his bed, beneath him, hair fanned out across the pillows. He paused, forehead resting against mine. “I need to ask you something,” he whispered. “Okay.” “Are you sure?” I looked up at him. “I’m a virgin,” I said. “But I’m not afraid of you.” His hands shook slightly as he touched my cheek. “You don’t have to prove anything.” “I’m not trying to,” I whispered. “I just… want you. Not because of the contract. Not because of the baby. Just you.”