Virginity Club Novels & Stories

I’ve never been more proud to know a person. But she’s not on any social media. She told me so, and these accounts never tagged anyone when they posted about her. Was this the guy she said she’d lost her virginity to? He’s not bad to look at. I forced myself to leave I*******m. Avery is a bit of a celebrity in the world of medicine. Vampires4Life is the verified social handle for the cooperation that focuses on the physical and mental health of vampires. Providing information, and solutions to common, and uncommon issues.

When I thought Lydia had it all, I saw better and fucked a better one. Fuck! I could not stop thinking of how I kept thrusting and fucking the hell out of her. Even though I knew I should stop, as a virgin as she was, I just couldn't. She was fucking good in bed. I wanted more and the more I took, the more I got intoxicated by her. I parked my car at the front of Club XL, and a sweet smile spread on my lips. Although I haven't been happy coming here because no matter how much I loved that sex, I lost too many good families of mine.

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.”

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.

Though she was a virgin, she knew exactly how it was done, thanks to the various adult sites her cousin Claire frequently visited on her computer. But this was the first time she had seen a man doing it live, right in front of her. Not to mention that the man was Ram Jordan—the ridiculously handsome multi-billionaire. And God forbid, he had no idea that she was there. ‘Live… I am seeing this live?’ She whispered again, suddenly feeling like she needed to pee. Her lower abdomen felt tight, and even though she was innocent, she knew this wasn’t something that could be relieved by just going to the bathroom.

"The Alpha's mate? Why have we never heard of her?" "Yeah, I thought Serene's his mate." "Aren't they the golden couple from the academy? They're so perfect for each other…" Amidst their debate, Alaric finally looked up and cut them off in a sharp tone. "Serene and I have never dated. She's just my friend." Then, he proceeded to introduce me. "This is Kyna Lupen, my Luna and fated mate. We've mated for five years." Realization dawned over the group. Some looked at me with complicated emotions swirling in their eyes, some scanned me as if assessing my worth, while others seemed disappointed that Alaric and Serene weren't the fated pair. Most just seemed awkward and rejected my presence.

she whoops, hoisting her drink up in the air and cheering with her friends as the guy with the weird facial hair pulls me away through the dark club. Part of me wants to just pull away, and run away. But then, the other part of me doesn’t do a thing. After all, maybe this is what I need, right? To forget everything I saw? After all, why not? People are always saying that virgins make sex a bigger deal than it really is. I mean, it’s just sex. Again, this is what I’m supposed to be doing as a college freshman, right? Getting wild? Getting drunk? Losing my v-card in a club bathroom to a stranger?

A tradition that even he, Santino Ricci, the man feared by all, could not afford to ignore. In the Ricci family, and in the old branch of the mafia to which he belonged, a lord only took a virgin for a wife. It was an ancestral rule. Unwritten, but deeply rooted. The wives of the godfathers should not bear the memory of another man. Their bodies belonged only to their husbands, just as the loyalty of the clan belonged only to the leader.

Clause 2: Public Marriage, Private Terms. Clause 3: No Disclosure of Personal History. Clause 4: No Physical Obligation Unless Consensual. Clause 5: Total Confidentiality. Clause 6: No Secrets — From Either Side. Her fingers stilted over the last line. No secrets. Her voice, when it came, was barely above a whisper. “This part,” she murmured, pointing to the line. “No secrets… what does that mean?” Damian leaned forward, folding his hands. There was something rigid in the way he moved—like he wasn’t used to explaining himself.

I gritted my teeth as I thought about it. They would all be congratulating Ace since he was planning to claim me soon. Of course, that wouldn't stop him from sinking in some club pussy multiple times once I was out of sight. The club was nothing if not sexist. While Margo and I had to remain virgins and 'pure' the boys were encouraged to fuck anyone they wanted. Once Margo and I were claimed, we would be expected to be faithful while our men could be anything but as long as they didn't do it in front of us.