Virginity Stories Novels & Stories

Did the idiot not teach her anything? “Well, I am not really a virgin.” Baffled beyond words, he turned to her. “Wha - what does that mean?” “It still -it still hurts if, um, if -” She cleared her throat. “Nevermind.” Gabe was nodding, drink now forgotten. She was not a virgin, and sort of a virgin at the same time. “Do you trust me?” “Yes, of course.” She answered promptly. Because if she didn't, this would go nowhere.

Her hand landed on my shoulders and tightened as I tasted her arousal. Finding out that Braelyn was a virgin during our mating ceremony had floored me. It left me stunned after being told repeatedly about all the men that Brae had entertained, using them to get anything her father wanted. She'd whored herself out to the highest bidder, just like she'd planned with Carlson. I'd been told the stories in graphic details a million times because my tormentor had discovered that I could ignore the pain, but I couldn't shut off my reaction to hearing about and imaging my mate being touched by strange men. Had the stories all been a lie, or had they killed the men she'd seduced once her father had g

“He heard, he heard, he definitely heard Kathy. He knew I had been a virgin until last night. He knows who took my virginity. He knows” she said and then screamed into the pillow once more. “There is nothing wrong with being a virgin,” I told her. “Before I got pregnant, I had never had sex” I added. “Not in New York, here, two out of ten twelve year olds can't beat their chest and stay they are still Virgin. This isn't San Francisco Kathy.” She rapped. “Calm down, why do you care what a proud, silver spoon fed playboy thinks?” I asked her.

I took a deep breath and relaxed on the sofa, crossing my legs and smiling. "Yes, I want to. Yes, I know what can happen," I replied calmly, without looking away from them. "I'm a grown woman, I'm quite aware of what I've done." I stopped talking for a few seconds before continuing. "The answer to the silent questions, I'm a virgin because I wanted to be, not for any religious reason or because I wanted to find the love of my life, let alone care about Fated Mates. It's an outdated concept. It's 2022, everyone I know has read 50 Shades, I know, amateur... I've been to a few BDSM clubs, and I've seen several different sections, with different things and different approaches... That's why I fi

“I saw you in my apartment. I saw you in the car. I saw you come, Aidan. I saw you close your eyes, I saw pleasure take over your body in a way that can’t be faked. You were there, with me.” I took a deep breath, feeling the heat of the confession burn my throat. “It only happened with you.” I confessed, holding his gaze. “Only when I was with you.” He opened his mouth to argue, but I interrupted him before he could call me a liar again. “Before that afternoon in the building, Kyle… I was a virgin. I had never touched anyone. And since that day, I’ve only been able to come when I was with you. On that damned afternoon, in the car, and in your apartment. Only three times in my entire life.”

"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.

Then, almost boldly, “And I’m not a virgin.” That jolts me. In their custom, if a woman isn’t a virgin, both she and the man who took her are executed. “Why are you telling me this?” I ask, watching her closely. “Because I think we can help each other.” Her voice trembles but doesn’t falter. “You don’t want me, and I don’t want this. But they believe you’ve taken my virginity and that I'm now your wife. If we let them keep believing, you can wait for your mate, and I can hold on to the man I love.”

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

King Richard Orlando Lie went on staring at his adviser with lots of question marks at the savannah of his mind, thought as well as perception. “Because she wasn’t a virgin girl anymore when she first did it with you, King. In the urban-legend or the so-called ‘myth’, it’s indeed said that only the blood of a virgin girl who loves and adores us truly, madly and deeply can work well, can show its effectiveness. Isn’t it?” quipped the adviser, smiling in his great victory and satisfaction.

"Maria please, I do not want to say this, but... I just have to, I know I did not, but I really do not like the way you look at me whenever I am back from the club. I know we go to the club together, yes, I do know, but when men make passes at you, you bullshit them. When they make at me, I look for the best and hang around, but you keep looking at me like though, I am one cheap slut. Damn yeah, everyone knows that you are a virgin, yes we all know. What else do you want me to know, babe, I was once a virgin like you. Virginity is not something you place on your forehead while walking about, I have mine to the first guy I dated, at least you know more about the story. A time would reach when