Virginity Sex Stories Novels & Stories

Ruby replied with a small nod. "Do you have a boyfriend?" asked Victor upon hearing Ruby's casual reaction. "Why don't you ask the people you hired to keep an eye on me? They'll know if I have a boyfriend or a guy just having sex," Ruby continued with a yawn, feeling sleepy from Victor. "No. I wouldn't believe you if you were having sex. Because you already said that I'm the first man to get your virginity," explained Victor, who recalled little Ruby saying out loud that the first man to have sex with her was Victor.

"You won't! You know you won't! You just want to dispose of me like you've been doing for the past three years!! You don't want to have sex with me, I get that." "Because you are a virgin and all of that, but when do you plan on changing that philosophy of yours?! For how long am I going to wait for you to finally decide to pop your own cherry? You know what I am?! I have cycles! I need sex all the time and you know it!" Wait. Hold on, Cynthia....because I think my brain just completely short-circuited. Did you... did you just say that Elias Vance is a VIRGIN?! My jaw dropped so low under that dark desk I thought it might hit the carpet. My whole body went completely, utterly rigid.

Victor leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear as he spoke. “You know what’s going to happen now, little girl?” He grabbed my wrist and forced my fingers even deeper inside me. “We’re not letting you leave this room until both of us have pumped your tight little holes full of cum. You’re getting bred tonight — by both of us.” Damien pinched my nipple hard, making me cry out. “And we’re not pulling out. Not even once. Don’t you want that baby?” Victor smirked as he started unbuckling his belt, his thick cock straining against his pants.

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

He groaned softly. “Because you’re so fucking tight, baby. Every time I put my fingers in you, you grip like you’ve never had anything bigger.” His eyes locked on mine. “Have you?” My face burned, and I tried to look away, but he caught my chin. “Tell me.” “No,” I admitted. “I’ve never… I’m a virgin.” The heat in his eyes flared. He didn’t look disappointed, instead, he looked like he’d just won something.

Magda folded her arms flushing at her friend’s teasing, “so there will be no virginal blood to spill.” “You are a virgin,” Sienna called out as if annoyed she wasn’t in the room with them. “Not having sex means you’re a virgin.” Magda shrugged, “if I were a lesbian and never had penetration from a penis but still had ample amounts of sex with a woman, would I still be a virgin?” This had been her argument with the girls for so long they probably could have recited it to her. “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

“I’m going to fill this nun womb with my seed. You’re going to carry a priest’s bastard child under your habit.” The blasphemous words made me cum again. He roared and buried himself deep, flooding my womb with thick, hot ropes of cum. There was so much it leaked out around his cock as he kept thrusting. But he still wasn’t done. He pulled out and pressed the cum-slick head against my tight asshole. “Now Father’s going to claim your other virgin hole.” “Father— no— not there, it’s too dirty!” I begged, even as fresh arousal flooded me.

"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

There was an unsettling butterfly in the pits of my stomach that wanted to fly out but stayed in and fluttered around the walls of my belly, making me ticklish and feverish. I just described the feeling of being hot and romantically touched by my husband. What will happen to me when we do the... well, the thing...- WAIT! Why did I even think of that?! It's like I'm asking for it!... Am I? I'm Virginia, living on Virginity Island. Hmm... mom should've actually named me that. I've had my chastity for pretty long, which is something she should be proud of. Anyways... This! Like, hello! How am I supposed to process this?!

After some time he was ready to have sex with her once more. He released himself and lay down, pulling Jhonia to come sit down on top and sex him as he had sexed her. Jhonia decided to get up and sat on top of him. Her vagina was already wet and moist from before. His penis slides in easier than before. Jhonia began riding him. While her body was with him, her mind had gone back to the night she lost her Virginity.