Virgin Stories Novels & Stories

It was why Mom always told Celine and me, since we were kids, that we could date, but we had to protect our virtue before marriage. "Marriage is like a second chance at life," Mom would say earnestly. "Men would always claim that they don't mind, but in reality, every single one of them wants to marry a blushing virgin. It's why the two of you have to protect your virtue. Don't blame me for disowning you if you don't." I tried to convince Celine to come clean to Mom while we were on our way home from Jeffrey's house. I hadn't expected her to tell me that she was still a virgin because she slept with Jeffrey in a non-traditional way.

“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”

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.

She certainly never inquired about my boring dating history. Now, though, intimately on top of each other, I wondered if this was something my step sister had shared with someone else. We say 'virginity' like it's a singular thing and I suppose it can be. But there are all sorts of 'virginities' if you think about it an endless number of intimate acts we can experience for the first time. I couldn't help but wonder if my step sister was sharing one of those with me at that very moment. The same way I was giving my own to her. "You can press," Zara said, "I'm ready."

He had muscles on every part of his body, his six-packed abs made me want to drool over him and lick every part of him, and his v line… shit. Some of his pubic hair are showing and instead of feeling disgusted, I desire to lick every pubic hair that he has. “Liam!” I screamed when he inserted his one finger inside my womanhood without warning! Damn! I could feel a little pain because his finger is thick and long, but since I am lubricated, it ease the pain a little. “You’re a virgin,” it’s not a question. I looked at him with my sleepy eyes. “Yeah?” How does he know it by just touching me?

Elvin spoke softly, but it was enough for her to hear. She turned her head and quickly left in front of him, walking towards the enormous bed. She sat down and shyly lifted her face to look at Elvin. He just smiled and walked towards her. It seemed like she stumbled as he approached her position. Since she was sitting and Elvin was standing, half of his body was in front of her face, and there was a noticeable bulge. "Don't look at my friend if you don't want him to enter right away. Before I fuck you, can you tell the story of why you did this? I mean, selling your virginity. For sure, you have a reason, right?"

Oh, oh now is the perfect time to tell them " I want for us to have sex, I want for you guys to take my Virginity

I told them and they both nodded, they seemed to be okay with my suggestion. “You were going to tell us how your night went,” Darius said, waiting for the naughty story. “She is a virgin,” Draven said, licking his lips. Darius listened with rapt attention. I also acted as though the magazine I had carried was so important and interesting. “Then she will come over to my room tonight,” Darius said. “She is a total novice, you have to practically tell her what to do and what not to do,” Draven was still explaining.

She closed the door, locked it and stepped into the room. “I’m done pretending,” she said. He stood slowly. “This is a bad idea.” She walked to him, stopped inches away and tilted her head back to meet his eyes. “Then stop me.” He didn’t move, she reached up, placed her palms on his bare chest, felt the heat, the hard beat of his heart. He exhaled sharply. “You’re a virgin,” he said. “I know.” “You’re nineteen.” “I know.” “You’re my client.” “Not tonight.”

“Fine. Hit me.” “Have you ever actually wanted anyone to take your virginity before me? Be honest.” Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away. “No. Not really. I came close a couple times when I was younger, but it always felt… empty. Like I was just trying to get it over with. With you it’s different. Annoying, but different.” She lifted her glass and took a deliberate sip anyway. “There. Bonus drink for honesty.” I grinned. “Good girl.”