Virginity Stories Novels & Stories

“It would be a shame if I lost my virginity to a crippled.” They entered a restaurant and ordered cookies and tea. “By the way, you never told me if you have a lover. Did you ever get your first kiss? You're way too pretty to be single.” “Well.. I had one, I really thought he was the one but he eventually became a nightmare, he almost killed me but then. He died.” Violet was talking about Baddley but somehow, it fit the story she told madam Calista. “Pretty girls attract the most idiotic set of the male species.”

"Because they're unstable, they're a struggle, and require persuasion. All that is a total turn off for me." "Oh, so you've never done a virgin before?" "Well, I did one. Once, but trust me I wasn't in the right state of mind and I terribly regret it." "Why?" "I'm just going to answer this one because I expect it to be the last," he snickered, dropping his weight to Zaphrina's side then began playing with her thighs. "I believe virginity is one of the best gifts a woman can offer a man whom she's decided to settle with or if not settle then at least, someone she values. That special person, you know," he shrugged.

I came violently, screaming her name as my pussy clenched and squirted around her thick cock. Lena flipped me onto my back and fucked me through my orgasm with brutal, deep strokes until she finally pulled out and rubbed her cock all over my face and tits, marking me with my own juices. We lay there afterwards, breathing heavily. Lena pulled me into her arms and kissed me gently. “This stays between us,” she whispered. “For now.” I nodded, tracing patterns on her chest. “I don’t want this to stop.” “It won’t,” she promised, her hand possessively cupping my sore pussy. “You’re mine now, Jamie. My dirty little secret.”

With one heavy, unrelenting thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. Victor screamed. It wasn't a sound of pleasure. It was the sound of something breaking. He stiffened, his fingers clawing at the wallpaper as a sharp, tearing pain radiated through his lower half. "What the fuck?" Mateo stopped, his muscles locking as he felt the resistance, the sudden warmth of blood slicking his thighs. He pulled back just enough to see. Victor was gasping, his face pale, eyes blown wide with shock. "You're... you're a virgin?" Mateo’s voice was barely a whisper, thick with a mix of horror and something much darker.

Zoe stopped asking. She told me about, losing her virginity, without a lot of graphic detail. Didn't matter her nipples poked out while she was telling the tale, must have been some fun there. Told me more about the married guy and the next one. I could tell they were good. The stories got a bit more graphic. I got hard. Pulled my chair closer to the table. She squirmed in her chair and those nipples made a return. She paused. "So, what do you like to do?"

It made a despondency fill him as he listened to her next words. "However, keeping your virginity can also be seen as a bad thing. People start to think you're too prude. Or that no one wants to sleep with you. If a girl keeps her virginity, she's already labelled by society before they even get to know her. Sometimes, she's not seen as pure, but rather as unsexy. It's amazing how society works, really." She edged out with such vivacity that he knew she was referring to herself. The thought that both of them- one who slept around and the other who was a virgin- had suffered from insults about their intimate life made him chuckle sadly.

The woman’s voice dripped with venom. “Exactly.” Another woman joined in. “She’s young and beautiful, I’ll give her that. But beauty fades. And Dante won’t stay interested for long.” I should have walked away. I should have turned around and left before I heard more. But my feet stayed planted. “She’s probably a virgin too,” the first woman said with a bitter laugh. “Men in our world love virgins for their egos, but they get bored so fast. Trust me, I know. My husband couldn’t wait to marry a ‘pure’ girl. Now he’s fucking his secretary while I’m at home with a vibrator.”

Andre dropped the bombshell. "Hell no!" Max shook his head in denial "That freaking goddess is from a convent?" "Full blown nun if I must say." "That shouldn't be a problem for you then. You don't do nuns remember?" Max reminded him. Yeah, he doesn't do nuns but sometimes one's perspective's gotta change right? "Listen, she might be a virgin for all we know" Max deadpanned. It was Andre's turn to laugh now. "Yeah right. That makes me a saint then" He said in between laughs "There are no fucking virgins Max. That shit is old."

Slowly, with her limbs trembling as though she carried a mountain on her shoulders, she dragged herself toward the bed. She sank onto the edge, curling into herself like a wounded bird too frail to spread its wings. The mattress dipped beneath her, yet even its softness could not cradle her pain. Her tears spilled in quiet streams, warm against her cold cheeks, soaking into the sheets as her hands clutched them tight. She held on as if gripping fabric could steady the storm crashing inside her chest. Every word Damian had spoken replayed in her mind, merciless and sharp. “Virginity can be faked”.

I had plenty of time to think of my relationship with Wendy too. Some people say your first love is the most memorable, but in my many years of observation this is often not true. Virginity is this barrier we keep between our childhood and the responsibilities of adulthood when we are young, and we are encouraged to make sure we save it for someone special. Too often though, this makes it a trophy that others want to take and many a loss of virginity involves coercion, deception and even violence. A lot of people regret how they lost their virginity and I realize I am one of the very few people I know who would not change a single thing about the night that was first time not just for me but