virginity stories and histories

A Holiday to Remember
By Dawn Ramble
* Have you ever imagined how a date or a chance encounter is remembered by the other person, whether they are a friend, a lover, or just someone you briefly met. This is a mostly true story but with the difference that I have reversed the roles to put myself in his shoes. Of course, there is a great deal inferred or invented in the thoughts I have put in his mind and his private actions when alone but that's how I picture him now. The words I put in his mouth are p...

Rebecca, Julie, Tina and Mandy were all friends and called themselves "The Girls of Graceland, after their dorm. All stories are written in First Person with just enough changes to give a little anonymity.
*All sex is consensual and occures between adults at least 18 years old*
I was small for my age. I had been 19 for a couple of months already. I was born in the summer and because of my size my parents held me back. I'd love to say it was the summer I turned pretty, but I just turned 19....

Hello again! I'm back with another story, and this one is, uh... a little bit different from my others, to put it mildly. And as you'll see by the end of the first part, it's obviously not a true story, but it's one that I thought would be fun to write, and hopefully entertaining to read as well!
That being said, this is going to be a four-part series, and like most of my other work on this site, there's a lot of buildup before any actual sex takes place. So I'll tell you right now that if you're someone...

The first time I did "it" was after my graduation dance. Normally, I would never have attended such an event, as crowds make me nervous. But on that evening, I decided to make an exception as it would be my last chance to be with friends and classmates.
Then, even before the evening really started, I committed a social faux pas as I arrived far too early. So I waited outside the doors for the graduation committee to finish before grabbing a Dixie cup and a table on the edge of the room....

Rebecca, Tina, Julie and Mandy are all friends who met in the same dorm, "Graceland Hall", at college. The names and a few very specific details have been changed for some semblance of anonymity. While all are written from First Person point of view, only one of the characters is (mostly) me. I hope you enjoy!...

Author's note: First, a warning! This is a very detailed story about consensual sex between adults. If you're prudish or underage, please don't read any further. If you enjoy erotic entertainment, you should definitely read on.
Please forgive that I'm no friend of the crude language found in many of the stories here. You won't find the "c" word in my writing, nor will you find women reduced to submissive objects. If you're into stories like these, you'll find plenty to choose from in the various categori...

All sexual activity is with characters 18 years of age or older.
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Lorelei's period started the next day.
"I'm not going to have sex with you while you're bleeding down there, so can Maisie use your pills for those days?" Brady asked.
"Yeah, that makes sense," Lorelei agreed, feeling decidedly unsexy, and gave the next pill to Maisie....

A few days before my 18th birthday, my parents bought a house just outside of town. To tell you the truth, I was pissed about their decision, as it cost me my friends and forced me into a new community college. I was apprenticing to be an electrician. Now that I think about it, it was probably their best decision. That house was one of those once-in-a-lifetime finds. It was isolated on a cul-de-sac, between two other houses, and backed onto a heavily forested escarpment. It became our island of peace in a s...

During my 2nd year at university, I lived in a coed dorm. Our floor was known as the dungeon as it was in the basement of the house and the furthest away from the center of the house. I liked this arrangement as the floor was quiet. More importantly, my neighbor was Abby, a bubbly, shapely blonde with thick, shoulder-length hair. The first time I saw her, I wondered what she would look like naked....

Gareth was just hanging out at the party, minding his own business, when suddenly there was a sexy girl sitting in his lap.
Lucy had strode over, flipped her skirt as she straddled him (flashing her lacy thong at him as she did so), tossed her hair and looked him straight in the eye. "Bet you can't guess what flavour my chapstick is," she flirted....

All sexual activity is with characters 18 years of age or older.
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Maisie swallowed a birth control pill down the next day. "You sure you don't want to hang out for a bit first?" she asked Lorelei.
"No, afterward... this way if Mom comes home for lunch then you won't be caught."
"Oh, you're so smart!"...

"Fuck. It's huge." Vic muttered from her knees.
Takas sat forward from his seat. For a second, nobody moved. Husband and wife peered in fascination.
Takas knew his wife spoke truth.
Benji's cock was seven or eight inches of circumsized brown steel. Every vein pronounced. Thick. Hairless. Throbbing....

Warning: All characters in this story are over 18 years old.
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I hugged my crying mother one last time, stepped decisively across the threshold, walked down the short porch and was soon trudging along the dusty country road.
I can't stand farewells and long send-offs--they always feel like funerals. After all, I'm not going anywhere for good; once the expedition I've volunteered for is over, I'll be back home, sharp as a bayonet--and with more money than I could earn in five years at home. But that...

.... After a life changing moment, I was placed into witness protection, but things were about to change!
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It was now Saturday morning, excitement was building inside me. It was a mix of nerves and fear all wrapped up in one. So, I started my daily routine as usual, but first, I ran a bath and plopped in a perfumed bath bomb and then soaked in the bath to soften my skin....

These are a series of stories starting with women I have met in my life and adventures started. There are some embellishments to make the stories interesting. They start in the days well before cell phones, but the memories are vivid. The women were real, some of the finishes were more than happened but why let the facts ruin a good story! All people were over 18 and so much fun....

All sexual activity is with characters 18 years of age or older.
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"We need condoms!"
"Aah!" Lorelei screeched as her friend Maisie burst into her room. She'd been reading on her bed. "Uh... condoms?"
Maisie's pale face reddened. "Er, me and Brady were fooling around downstairs and..." The slim 18-year-old nibbled her lower lip as she shuffled her white high tops on the shag carpet....

A friend invited me to a small dinner at his place, several other of his friends would be there and he thought I was spending too much time at home alone. The dinner was nice as was everyone there.
He lives in a part of town I rarely visit, on the way I saw an adult bookstore I have never been to. I knew I would have to stop on the way home to get some new jerk off material. I got on the road around 9, just after dark and B-lined it to the bookstore. Not sure why we still call them bookstores, there are ...

This story began one Friday night while walking to the movies. Normally, people ignored me but occasionally, a car would stop and ask if I wanted a ride. This time, it was an older man, in his 40s. He asked, "Where are you going?"
I replied, "To the movies."
"Jump in," he said, "I'm going that way." Then, as he drove, I had the feeling he was after something. Normally, a driver would take me directly to my destination, but he wandered around town making small talk before he asked if I had a girlfriend...

Mr. and Mrs. Jones,


We Got a Thing Going On


By


Jennifer Smith-Jones

Author's note: The inspiration for this story came from a discussion in Author's Hangout, where I mentioned how young women in our neighborhood love to flirt with my 68-year old husband. Granted, he is still smoking hot! His hair is pure white, and he still has all the muscle he had when he was a fireman. Even so, I am sometimes shocked by how they go after him!...

Nick very much enjoyed the fantasy that Devyn shared with him. He's been thinking for months of some way to repay her, and he believes he has come up with the perfect idea.
Nick picks up the phone and calls Danny, Devyn's old flame and good friend.
"Hey, Nick, how's it going!"
"Everything is good, just calling to check in. How are you doing?" Nick asks....

It was only his second season as the team's video editor, and his first ever at the state capital's multi-sport challenge, so he hadn't expected the night to tilt so quickly. Two days before their opening game, he and the squad were let loose in the city, and by the time they hit their third bar, he'd lost track of the group--his buzz faded as unfamiliar streets blurred together....

Thanks to ADKOldLibrarian for editing assistance.
Nasreen and Mr. Glen
Nasreen walked around the supermarket and couldn't even remember things she needed to buy because her pussy was still wet and felt so open and hollow, like something was missing. She thought, "I'm turning into whore who always needs to be fucked and have orgasms". Lost in her thoughts, she walked into another shopper and apologised. She was happy for the distraction as she finished her shopping....

Introduction:
Read part 1 first to see how the story goes.
Sometimes, what starts as a simple cure for pain turns into the spark that sets your entire life ablaze.
Stefan only wanted relief from his aching back a massage, nothing more. But Minja, with her quiet touch and disarming intensity, offered so much more than healing hands. Boundaries slipped, fantasies ignited, and desire twisted their worlds together until neither could pretend it was just business....

It has been a long time since I was last intimate with a woman. I was married for a long time over twenty years to a wonderful woman. Wonderful in every way except she refused to suck my cock. For religious reasons, she felt oral sex both giving and receiving were dirty and immoral. I tried unsuccessfully to convince her anything done mutually between a man and wife was not only moral but loving. I had a great desire to have my cock sucked and finally decided to look elsewhere....

Slut Babysitter: The Perverter 3.

Alice and Zoe.
"Come in," Alice Samuels called when she heard a knock at her door. She turned to check out her reflection in the full-length hall mirror. Alice had purchased an A-line, pleated miniskirt to wear for this occasion. It had taken her six months of vigorously working out at the gym for an hour a day, seven days a week, to get to where she was confident enough to wear it....

Story
Prologue: 2:13am today.
Sara felt the ropes dig into her slightly as she stood almost naked on the stage at a club she hadn't known existed until an hour ago. She wriggled. Not because she like the feeling but because she needed to be certain that the ropes covered her pussy and nipples. She was otherwise naked. They were her only clothes. And when the curtain went up she had no idea what would happen if they saw how dripping wet she was - how hard her nipples had become. She had five minutes un...

Lonely 
It was the year I turned 18, it had been a bad year for me, Dad was deployed overseas and my mom just fucking walked out. Just fucking walked. Luckily dad made arrangements with his sister to come get me and move my stuff to her farm, or I don't know how I would have ended up.
Jess was 7 years younger than my dad and I had always enjoyed her company when we had visited her farm. She ran it by herself now, she had lost her husband to the war years earlier. She hired help when she needed otherwi...

(All characters are over the age of eighteen in all described sexual scenarios.)
He had heard it hundreds of times but had never really listened to the words. In the early 80's, Dan Fogelberg released the song, Same Auld Lang Syne -- a beautiful but rather sad melody about something wonderful that had been lost years before, never to be found again. Just another song on the radio whose lyrics are often not really understood or are simply ignored by the casual listener as the familiar tune plays in the ba...

We had developed a friendship, despite our significant age difference. I felt like I could talk to him about nearly anything. I'd been unhappy in my marriage for years.
Feeling unappreciated and unsatisfied for so long, it felt like I was nearly dead inside.
When the marriage finally fell apart, I was lonely and unsure of how to find myself again. I had frequently vented about my frustrations to Brendon during those final months of my marriage. He had been a good listener, even going so far as to offe...

(Author's note: This is the event that happened the night before Kathy was fucked 'On the Hood of a Car'. This one contains no interracial sex but is my wife's introduction to bi-sexual sex and the party-drug Ecstasy. So, if you're into FFM threesomes, enjoy, if not, then this probably won't be a good read for you.)...