Virginity Taken Novels & Stories

He left me and with him took my virginity, my pride, my dignity and left behind the only good which came out of it all. Here is my story.

"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.

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.

And She needs the money, the virginity? She filled out the details and took a timed picture of herself lying on the bed, on her tummy, her ass calling out for a strong palm. The laptop screen displayed the final part of the registration; “Do you wish to auction your virginity?” ‘Yes’ was in green letters while ‘No’ was in bold red letters. After hesitating for a few seconds, She clicked “YES” To be continued...

Virginia teases me " There is nothing left to resist, you have already given everything away.” I tried to remain serious, but it was impossible and we both burst out laughing, because of course she was right, there was no way I could pretend that I hadn't fallen for Ethan's trick when he took my virginity the night before. I had told Virginia the whole truth about the night of the auction, and after a great lecture about friendship and trust, now we were talking about the current situation.

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.

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”.

He said in between laughs "There are no fucking virgins Max. That shit is old." "I'm telling you that she could be a virgin." Andre shook his head "Not a chance Max!" "How about I have a taste to confirm?" Max insisted and Andre's face flares up in anger. "Cool down big guy. You don't do nuns and you hate virgins so how about I take that problem off your hands." Max offered with a wide grin on his face. "No!" Andre replied sharply. "Come on dude. Don't go all greedy on me now. You don't even want the bitch."

"At that time, I still had no experience in sex. I hadn't even kissed anyone yet. I was a virgin, a total novice. And my very first client liked that. He liked the fact that I was a virgin and that he'd be the one to take my virginity. And because he liked that fact too much, it ended up with him being too rough with me." I still remember that night so clearly. I remember how Trent grinned at me devilishly and triumphantly when he was told that I was a virgin. I remember how I was left alone with him in a room and how scared I was. I remember how he touched every part of my body and how it made me shiver in disgust. And I remember the pain that I felt when my virginity was taken away from me

He keeps his eyes fixed on my slender figure and plumpy b**bs as he takes off his shirt and trouser. He slowly kneels between my legs, my entire body shivers in anticipation, my spines are cold as ice, my lips part, releasing heavy breaths. He leans in and holds his weight up with his hands on either sides of my head, his heavy c**k dangles on my p**sy as he looks into my eyes for a long moment. Then I whisper to him. “I'm a virgin,” my voice is barely audible. “I know you are,” he responded. “We are made for each other, no one can possibly have what's mine.”