Virgin Stories Novels & Stories

"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.

When Rick dropped me off at home, I had already passed out with Dona Margarida's tea. I woke up late and found Virgínia sitting next to me on the bed. - Hi, sleeping beauty! – Virgínia said with a smile. - Hi, Vi. – I replied. - How are you? - Terrible. He's going to marry one and has another as a lover. And worse, I think it's the woman from the past he was looking for.

Vi watched her, eyes locked on Caitlyn's face, her own pleasure mounting as Caitlyn's fingers mirrored her actions, exploring and urging her on. It was raw, unfiltered, a release of everything they'd held back. Caitlyn climaxed first, her body trembling as she cried out, pulling Vi over the edge with her. They collapsed together, entangled and breathless, hearts pounding in sync. Vi pressed a tender kiss to Caitlyn's lips, their bodies still humming with aftershocks.

“How’re you still alive, girl?” Her body was a rainbow of fading and newer bruises. Yellow, green, blue, purple, black. There were teeth and claws marks. Wounds from whipping. I could see where shackles dug into her arms and legs. Her neck was a mess of once constantly bleeding flesh. “Did they rape you?” I felt so relieved when she denied it. But I was expecting it. She’s still a virgin for sure, only this detail could stop them. Her blood and price on the slave market were higher this way.

I said and Mr Levinson laughed cheerfully. "With such a man I am going to be rich beyond my wildest dreams. haha haha!" Mr Levinson yelled on top of his voice. The conversation between us was obviously over so there was no need to sit next to him. I am his pole dancer and also his prostitute and yet I am still a virgin. It is all thanks to that stranger but he can't possibly keep this up.

A knock on the door of the basement stairwell announced the arrival of the latest "Virgin" from the now retired Voodoo Queen. The deal had been in perpetuity with at least one virgin each month from the Voodoo clan stock. He had made the deal knowing how hard it had become to find virgins of a mature enough age to furnish ripe blood. He used the virgins strickly for their blood purity and none of the clan took liberties with them because of their value.

I swing my legs over the edge feet hitting the cool floor. And that is when I see it, a faint stain on the sheets, dark against the white. Not much, but unmistakable. Blood. Not from the bites, those were controlled, healed. This is different. Evidence of her virtue, spilled in our first joining. A confirmation of my suspicion. She was truly a virgin.

We have a rule: we don't share the heart. I groaned, falling back onto the floorboards beside him. "You played me," I muttered. Victor was curled on his side, his face a deep, burning red. He looked like a wolf who’d never seen the moon before. A virgin stage-performer—the irony was a bitter pill to swallow. "I didn't think you’d find out," he whispered. "I didn't think..." "That we’d actually mate? You and me both."

He cursed and whipped her again. "Please! Have mercy Lord Zach I didn't mean to do it.." she cried out he held her in place making it impossible for her to move.. "Mercy? You want me to have mercy? Okay then let me show you what it means to have mercy." He ripped off her panties aggressively making her yell again because she already knew what was waiting for her.. "Please don't do this to me Please!" She pleaded.. She might be experienced in everything about the sex life but that doesn't mean she wasn't a virgin...

Right towards his and my father’s gym. “You’re going the wrong way.” “You want to act like a slut, then I’ll treat you like one.” “I’m not a slut.” I mutter under my breath. I’d never been with anyone. He scoffs. “Could’ve fooled me.” “I’m a virgin. How can I be a slut when I’ve never been fucked by a man. That’s why I came to you a few days ago. I want it to be you. It has to be you.” Vance swerves to the side of the road and slams on the brakes. “Repeat the part where you say you’re a virgin. I must be hearing things.”