virginity stories and histories

My Amsterdam Houseboy.


Your past and fate follow you no matter where you go.

It was five thirty in the morning cold but dry, although not for long according to the forecast, when I left my apartment to walk to a café I knew near the old red-light district, it hadn't changed much over the years. For me, it was a renewed weekend ritual since I transferred back to Amsterdam. Everyone in the office remembered me from the last time, knew my remit or at least thought they did. I am one of the Co...

The moon and stars light up the sky on a cool night in early May. A ranger stands in the center of a clearing in the forest. He looks up at the stars. His long black hair hangs from his head. The light of the moon shines on his copper-toned skin face. A face with a sharp and strong jawline.
He wears a khaki color park ranger's uniform and a backpack. In his hand is a staff. It is ornately carved and has a rounded club on the end....

The night had arrived for Connie's first DP and we were both very excited at the prospect. We had met Gaz online after a couple weeks of searching for the right guy with the required attribute.
After Connie had previously fulfilled her fantasy of having a really long cock fuck her, she now wanted to try a very thick one. We eventually found Gaz, liked the look of him & what he claimed to be offering, so we got in touch....

The Game - Drinking and Stripping
This story is purely fictional. Any names or characterizations are in no way meant to apply to any 'real' or actual person/persons.
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I was amazed as I walked down the isle of a pharmacy, only to find a game. Not just any game you understand, but a game that seemed to offer the precise results I was looking for: a drunk and naked wife. I shoved my morals and shyness deep inside me and brought the ga...

Dear Readers,
the following story actually happened in every detail as I tell it. I have added nothing, nor omitted anything. I first published this story more than fifteen years ago in a significantly toned-down version on the website of the tantric massage practice to which I owe this experience. The publication was in German, my native language....

Several years ago while dining at an upscale restaurant with my family a man approached our table. He directed his question to me asking if I was Russ Dower. "Yes", I responded.
He introduced himself, David Kreiged. I recognized the name but not the face as it had been probably 35 plus years since I'd seen him. He was only 5 years old when I met him and his parents, Beverly and Joe. Quietly he requested, "Would you mind visiting our table for a moment, my mom would like to say hello. We are celebrating h...

My Freaky Freshman Year
Chapter 1
All characters are over the age of 18 at the time of any sexual activity.
Thank you, dear readers, for the outpouring of support and encouragement you gave me for 'My Freaky Senior Prom'. (You should definitely read that before starting here, if you have not!)...

He was smirking at her as he walked into her massage office. His normal neutral expression was now replaced by a cocky grin. She smiled and looked up at him from her chair, confused.
"Hi," his voice was amused as he shut the door behind him, sitting down across from her. He smirked more and tilted his head at her....

*This story involves people over 18. Ex
Belleville West Social Studies teacher beds
18 yo recent graduate. People in story are real.
Set up to the story line is real. But events
between characters never actually happened. Author wanted to sleep with main female character. But never got to....

Author's Note:
Full Exposure: The Callout was written for Literotica's Nude Day contest 2025 --a celebration of bare skin, bold choices, and unapologetic pleasure.
This story leans into some of my favourite themes: first times, virginity, and the irresistible pull of an older, experienced woman taking exactly what she wants. If you love seduction, guidance, and that aching mix of nerves and need... this one's for you....

This is my entry for the 2025 Nude Day Contest. It is also my first time writing for the First Time category. I hope you enjoy it.
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"Happy Birthday!"
Many names are jumbled together following the cheer: three small voices saying Grandpa, two adult voices saying Daddy and a handful saying Jason. Four generations are here to celebrate. My sixtieth birthday was actually yesterday, but not everyone could come until today, a Saturday. After more than twenty-thousand days, what is one more?...

Based on a true story.
My previous job was based in the States but I traveled often to Southeast Asia for business. Since visiting the SE Asian countries and often lusting over some of its beautiful women, I had the idea of hiring a "vacation girlfriend" for a few days while staying in the Philippines. However, my work was demanding and the travel schedule rarely worked out for me to take time off while on the road. I also have a family so my free time was rather limited back home....

"It's time, Myloe," Winter told him, "are you ready?"
Nervously he replied, "As ready as I'll ever be. Are you sure this will work, they'll never know?"
Reassuringly Winter told him, "As long as you do what we planned. Besides, imagine how humiliated you'd be if they found out. You would never be able to face them again."...

Author 's Note
This story is based on a true experience--the first sexual encounter I had with my partner over ten years ago. It was spontaneous, filthy, tender, and unforgettable. Writing it now feels like honoring the intimacy and electricity we shared in that moment. It definitely has been a strong start to the other adventures we've had as a couple....

Chapter 1:
Over the past year, Steven has spent a lot of time at his Uncle John's place. Uncle John has a large section of land that proved beneficial for late night bon fires with friends and target practice using the small armory of weapons Uncle John owned. Nothing like shooting large caliber rifles and pistols using makeshift targets inspired by the competition show Top Shot. Out of his friends and family, Steven was the better shooter and he wasn't humble about it either....

Introduction:
Stefan hadn't planned on having his entire week turned upside down by a massage appointment.
He just wanted relief something to finally untangle the knot of pain buried in his back and hips after too many hours chained to a desk. But what started as a casual recommendation from his best friend quickly spiraled into something far more complicated. And intimate. And intense....

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Comments are appreciated.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All characters involved in sexual activity are at least 18 years old. Any resemblance to real people is coincidental.
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Sunday evenings at the grocery store are crowded; working moms are stocking up for the week....

The news on TV last night had said that the weather for the weekend was going to be the warmest of the Finnish summer thus far. The stresses of his end of year school exams were over, and Mikael decided that he would spend some of the morning rollerblading over the quiet roads near his home and keep up his fitness in this way, just as many of his ice hockey teammates did....

Since our last stormy screwfest, we hadn't played again as the Jumpgate hadn't re-opened, though we were occasionally playful. Our friendship was deep, and we hugged a lot, mostly when clothed, though sometimes not. Sometimes playful, we could be naked without anything happening, though sometimes naked and I would be grabbed around the boobs or lower down from behind and then playfully kissed, then maybe someone would also briefly fill my open hole to laughter and group kisses....

Miranda paced gently in her room. Two nights had passed since her initiation, and she hadn't thought about anything since that night. Her mind endlessly raced about her future, all the dirty things she wanted done to her, her future with Brooke, the sorority, and what she would learn and accomplish in college. But that wasn't what worried Miranda right now. What worried Miranda was the large box sitting in the middle of her dorm. These past few days have been spent between decorating her dorm and letting he...

COMMENT TO READERS:
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All characters are 18 years or older and engage in activities described with full knowledge and consent. It is inspired by an amazing story DORMANT DESIRES by becca20S. I really enjoy her story as it feels very real to me and I enjoy imagining her introducing more young, virgin men into the beauty of sexual pleasure. If you have not checked her story, you really should....

Outside, the city had quieted. The music from the bar faded behind us, replaced by the low hum of traffic, the clink of silverware from a closing patio, and the rhythm of our footsteps.
Her fingers stayed laced with mine. Our arms swung a little now, the tension replaced by something almost buoyant. We didn't need to talk about what we were doing. We both knew. And somehow, that made it easier to laugh....

Whistling, I step out of my van, gray, with on both sides in moss-green curly letters, "Get your garden pampered by Gardener Bruce!" That does well in this expensive neighborhood. Today I'm going to make the countess's garden spring-ready. I don't think she's really of nobility, but her house and garden are big enough for it and she has a French-sounding name. It is also the semi-annual reunion with Bettie the kitchen maid, which -- for sure -- is not the official description of her position, but articulate...

Kendall was futa. Developing at puberty, her dick had gotten her kicked out of her all-girls school, had resulted in her evangelical parents disowning her, had ruined every single job she'd ever had once they'd find out. She'd been living on the streets, scrounging food from dumpsters and sleeping in the woods like some kind of feral creature when Coral took her in....

The bar buzzed with that particular strain of artificial energy office parties always carried--laughter just a little too loud, posture just a little too casual, everyone pretending, aware of who was watching them. She sipped her drink, a gin and tonic, well made, but more prop than pleasure. Her smile was perfect, angled just enough to seem easygoing, her posture was open, turned toward the group of men nearby. She wasn't flirting. Not exactly. But they'd noticed her. They always did....

Harold watched Jennifer walking into the bathroom, her long breasts swaying with every movement.
Jennifer noticed his keen interest.
"My daughter told me that you are a breast man. Like my tits? Here, feel free! I know my tits make guys horny."
She offered him her breasts with her hands.
He sat on the edge of the bath, took them in his hands and gently massaged the amazingly long breasts....

Jacobson's Mom * Part 3 of 3
My assignment is clear. I need to recreate this scene for Jake as best I can, so he has the chance to live out his ultimate fantasy. I'm realizing though that I probably should've gathered more information from this 18-year-old virgin before I sent him out into the hallway completely naked, because there are a lot of details I'm still pretty hazy on. It's fine though, as I think I have enough to go off of, as I already have a general sense of what he and his mom are like....

This is a work of fiction created by the author.
All caricatures involved in sexual acts are over the age of 18.
This story will have many parts.
This is a work of fiction created by the author.
All caricatures involved in sexual acts are over the age of 18.
Hi, my name is Christopher....

"Have you ever been with a woman before?" Coral asked.
"I ain't never been with no one before." Kendall replied as they sat on Coral's bed.
Despite being ten years her senior, and quite attractive herself, Coral hadn't had many sexual forays, and the few that she had had, were with guys. Kendall's huge boobs had fascinated her since she first spotted the girl dumpster diving in the alley behind her bakery....

Part of me has always wished I was a girl. My sisters used to dress me up like a girl when I was little. When I was a teenager I would sometimes take my sisters' clothes when I was home alone and try them on. I loved the way the soft and satiny material felt. When I got older I started becoming bi-curious, I would chat with guys online and send pics of myself, often times in my sister's clothes. All the guys loved it and it made me good, being looked at like that. I especially loved when older guys would la...