January 27, 2021 at 4:21 am #1429873
I’M A VIRGIN
“Let’s finish off where we’ve started shall we?” He says huskily.
His voice seems to be calling my libido. But before I could respond, Jeremy has taken me in his arms. He gives me one final dark look before his lips descends upon mines.
All her life, what Leyla Levy has know is consistent struggle. That was until desperate measures forces her to sell her one and only true gift she could ever give to a man. Her Virginity. However, it may seem luck is on her side when she meets, a young, sexy and incredibly rich bachelor who seems intent on helping her out. But pride can also play a huge part on one’s choices no matter how desperate one is in need of help.
Throw in some weird, heartfelt, jealous, possessive and just downright arrogant characters and Leyla finds her life in turmoil of crazy. How did her life get so interesting? She is but lonely girl trying to find a place in this big old world.
Contains, swearing, moderate s*x scenes. You have been warned.
I’M A VIRGIN💦
✍️ Chapter One✍️
Please don’t judge me and I won’t judge you. Why is this song in my head? Right, because I am actually doing this.
Well I don’t have any choice; there is nothing else I can do. I tell myself this as I walk into the dark streets. Grasping my coat closer to me as the wind hits my almost naked flesh.
The coat is big enough to hide the fact that underneath it I’m barely wearing any clothes.
I’m already feeling the beginnings of hypothermia. My feet are frozen under the high black stiletto boots I’ve been forced to wear. My exposed legs are shaking as I swiftly walk down the streets.
I don’t need to check my arms to know that they are full of goosebumps. My spine is so tensed with amount shivers I’ve had, I’m surprised I haven’t turned into an ice sculpture.
I continue to walk slowly down the sloppy road.
Where did that woman say the place is again? I ask myself as I check the street name.
Ah just a few blocks left. It’s midnight and the streets are so quiet, eerily quiet.
Only the sound of my boots crunching against the granite ground can be heard. I can faintly hear the sound of barking dogs as I get closer to the buildings and this results in another shiver running through my body. I clutch myself tighter.
My heart rate speeds up as I get closer to the corner of the building.
She was right, I think.
Just around the corner there are few women in lingerie, bras, corsets and miniskirts standing and waiting.
So swallowing what pride I have left, I move closer to them wishing and praying that I am discreet.
I stand to the far end, putting a distance from them. As the wind blows, my nose is met with the penetrating smell coming near the dumpster where we are standing next to. The stench is mixed with the smell of smoke and a faint tint of cheap perfume.
I wrinkle my noise in disgust but I tell myself to get used to it for I will be coming to this place often.
So clutching myself closer, I look to the women next to me.
Trashy is an understatement.
How can they not be cold with what they were wearing? My brain wonders.
The woman closer to me has a cigarette on her mouth while she clutches her make-up compact in which she drabs herself with lipstick. I hear her curse as she accidently drop her cigarette from her mouth.
“Monica! You have any more,” Her accent is off as she screams to the woman next to her.
The other woman, Monica, is dark skinned and has more curves than a circle. She frowns at her as she searches her bag while the one who shouted at her searches frantically through her purse.
“No sorry Sav, mines are finished,” Monica tells her.
“Oh Cake shìt!” Sav curses.
I bite my lip to hide my laugh but I don’t succeed as a small snicker escapes from my mouth.
“You think it’s funny!?” I hear the menace on her voice and before I know it, coolval stories Sav is right in front of my face with Monica.
She gives me a disgustingly scowl before she assesses me.
“Who are you?” She frowns.
“You’re new here, aren’t you?” Monica sneers, giving me a dirty look as she regards me up and down.
For some reason I fear these women, they look like they are on their middle twenties and something tells that they must be experienced in these streets.
Suddenly Sav lets out a throaty laugh which tells me about how much cigarettes she’s consumed.
“Monica, look at her, I think we scared her,”
Monica snickers a little.
“She’s just a kid,” She frowns and suddenly she grabs me by coat and unzips it. They both gasp, their jaws dropping.
What? I almost ask.
They are looking up at me in shock. I frown at them as they stare at each other knowingly.
“Monica, that corset,” Sav whines.
“I know,” She replies as she shakes her head.
“What?” I ask.
“Why are you in the streets kid,” Monica folds her arms, regarding me closely. “Where did get this?” she grasps my corset, running her long nails against the material.
“How old are you?” Sav adds.
I swallow the bile that’s beginning to rise up my throat however I keep quiet as I watch them regard me.
“Answer us.” Sav grips my hand.
“The same reason you are here and I’m eighteen years old!” I whisper frantically, my voice barely audible.
“Where did you get this?” Sav asks, “This is new.”
I bite my lower lip, I can’t possibly tell her that I stole it.
“Go home kid,” Monica stares straight into my eyes.
I shake my head in frustration, they don’t know me, how dare they?
“You heard her, Go home,” Sav interjects.
“No.” I glare at both of them.
She laughs at me, “You remind me of me,” she says.
I’m sure as hell that I’m not like you, I think in disdain.
“What’s your name?” Monica asks and I get the vibe that she is the oldest, the way forward she’s been.
“Leyla,” I tell her.
“Well Leyla, trust me when I tell you this, you don’t belong here. You don’t want your life to end up like ours. Go home,” she says firmly.
She is starting to really piss me off now.
How dare she judge me?
“No. I don’t have a home, I have no choice but to do this, I have no one, no one,” My voice falters at the end, and I feel the tears behind my eyes because of my anger.
Stupid D--n tears. Why do I have to cry every time I got angry.
Monica purses her lips at me while Sav looks at me in amusement.
“That’s quite a show you’ve put on young Lady,” A new voice is heard from behind us. I have to flinch because it’s man’s voice.
I turn around slowly. And standing before me is a dark skinned man who is more bones than a skeleton.
He wears what seems to a be a worn out black suit with matching black shades on his eyes and on his mouth is a cigar in which he engulfs exaggeratedly as he puffs the smoke against my face.
By his sides are two women, who cling on him as if he is a life raft. They wear nothing but bras and miniskirts and once again I wonder how they are immune to this cold.
“You’re cute, what brings you here?” He asks taking out his shades and I have to gasp at his eyes. They are olive yellow, almost brown but more snake-like yellow against his dark skin. He smirks at me and I get the impression, he is used to people having the same reaction because of his eyes.
“I-I—”I swallow looking frantically for words to say.
“She’s with me,” Monica steps in as she grips my arm pulling me to her.
The man frowns distractedly at her, and I can tell he is disappointed at something.
“Oh?” His jaw clenches and unclenches.
“Who is she to you?” he asks.
“My distant cousin,” Monica states with a flat tone, no trace of hesitation.
He narrows his eyes at her, “Why is she here then?”
I feel Monica shift hesitantly for a second. “She was just curious…she followed me here?”
I watch him frown at her for a moment before he puts his shades back and sucks on his unrelenting cigar.
“Yes, she wanted to be… inconspicuous.”He raises his eyebrows in disbelief.
“Okay, next time keep your cousin on a leash,” He spits venomously, emphasising the word cousin.
And with that he gives me one final look and the two girls next to him sneer at Monica, Sav and I as they leave. As he passes, I notice that other girls are now straightening up and fixing themselves at his presence and then he disappears out of sight.
Once he’s out of sight I feel the tension around me sag, the relief printed on Monica and Sav’s face is evident.
“Who is he?”
“Your worst nightmare,” Sav snickers.
“He’s someone you don’t mess with,” Monica corrects. “He owns half of these girls here.”
Owns? As if they were a property. I swallow my fear.
“Why did you say I was your cousin?” I ask her.
“Because you don’t belong here, you shouldn’t even be here, kid,” She says.
I groan in frustration. As far as I’m concerned, I’m an adult not a kid.
“You won’t last in these streets and if he finds out you are nobody he will just s--k you in and you would’ve ended up worse than us,” She continues.
The way she says this is as if she has a genuine concern of me. I snort internally, as if.
“I need the money,” I tell her. “I have debt to pay, and I have next to none when it comes to money or a place to call my own and–”
I’m interrupted by a purring of a car pulling on the road. It’s a sleek white Audi, and it tells me that whoever is in the car surely is one rich bastard.
Immediately like rats all the girls run to the car and begin a motion of flaunting and flirting with whoever is driving.
I watch as Sav and Monica fix themselves before brushing all the girls aside. Sav coolly dips her head into the window and I hear her throaty cigarette laugh. All the while I just stand there discreetly and hugging myself tightly as I shiver.
Is this what it will be like? Is this how it’s like all the time? Was Monica right? Did I really belong here?
But I have no choice. The odds are never in my favour or even luck for that matter.
I’ve spent my whole life begging and living off charity until I turned eighteen. I have a decent education but no money to get me to college; I have no relative or even just a friend to help me with my debt to that old woman. I am just an orphan kid who roams alone.
Suddenly a whistle catches my attention and I have to look up to see the source.
I gasp in shock as the man in a black suit comes over to me. He is tall and sturdy and looks well in shape however his impassive expression tells me a different story.
“Come with me,” His voice is firm, authoritative and even in my shocked state I find my feet following him meekly to the car.
From the corner of my eye I watch as the girls give me dirty looks and some even have the audacity to give me a middle finger.
The man opens the back door for me and I have time to dote his manners.
But before I get in the car, I take a quick final glance at Monica and Sav because something within me tells that this may somehow be the last I see them. Sav gives me a smug smile while Monica shows a concerned expression; I wave at them as I nervously get in the car.
I almost scream when I realise that I’m not alone in the back. Another man is sitting with arms folded, glancing to his window, a scowl marring his face. He sighs inwardly before he turns to me and I find my breath hitch once he turns.
The first thing that registers is how good looking and young he is.
Good looking is an understatement.
The man must be a sex model or something. He has floppy chestnut brown hair against his forehead which is almost covering his eyes. In the dark, I can’t tell the colour of his eyes but they are sleek against his long lashes, they sparkle a little.
His face is the most handsome face I’ve seen. His jaw is sturdy containing a little stubble in which I had a sudden urge to run my fingers on his jaw, just to know how the texture will feel against my hand.
I feel myself heating up a little, I am getting way ahead of myself. This man is a stranger, a stranger I know what I have to do just to get his money.
I quickly assess that he is wearing a grey suit with a white linel shirt, a few buttons opened to reveal his chest.
“Hello,” He says, his voice a deep slurry tone.
I blush quickly, only thankful that it’s dark. I nod meekly at him.
“What’s your name?” he asks me.
And for a brief second I wonder if that’s how it worked.
Don’t they usually just take you to their house or hotel, do the deed and get over it, money paid after, no exchange of contact whatsoever.
“Um…Leyla, Leyla Levy” my voice comes out croaky, barely audible.
“Nice to meet you Leyla, Leyla Levy, I’m Jeremy Lawson” He smirks at me, taking out his hand.
Is he laughing at me?I wonder, mesmerised by his condescending smirk.
I stare at his hand for a moment before I realize that I have to shake it. I eventually do but then I have to gasp again.
His hands are soft but his grip is very firm and a spark of electricity shoots up my hand, ricocheting through my bones and I quickly break the contact as if I’ve been burned.
I watch as he frowns, his mouth forming an “O” and I wonder if he felt it too. However he soon changes his expression to one containing a smirk and wary amusement.
“Um…” I shift in my seat uncomfortable.
“Do you mind if we go now? I don’t know how these things usually work,” He frowns momentarily before hiding it with a chuckle.
I nod, not sure what to say. I don’t know how these things usually work either.
“Good… Hails, to the hotel,” He orders the man who came to me, and I realize that he is his driver.
“Yes sir,” Hails answers with a clipped tone.
And he drives us away from the streets and out of town.
The journey is quiet and awkward and each of us seems to lack anything to say to one another but I can’t blame the situation.
I mean what do you say to the man you’re about to sleep with for money?
In your case lose your virginity to. My conscience decides this moment to make her presence known.
I sigh inwardly. What am I doing?
Do I really want my first to be with a stranger, well now a handsome stranger, I know next to none about, and worse he is meant to give me money afterwards?
How did I really come to this? Isn’t there any other options?
No not really there isn’t.
For the past months I’ve been turned down by so many jobs, even a local restaurant as waitress couldn’t even take me.
The rent is piling up and the lady that took me in is becoming very persistent about her money and so I’m led to this… this disgusting fate.
Why oh why did my life have to s--k this bad?
No, s--k it up Leyla, now’s not the time to wallow in self-pity. I tell myself.
To be continued…+1January 27, 2021 at 4:24 am #1429874
I’M A VIRGIN💦
✍️ Chapter Two✍️
“We’re here,” Jeremy touches my shoulder and I almost flinch at the contact. Suddenly fear grips my heart. This is happening, there is no going back now, it’s inevitable.
Well here goes nothing. I tell myself as Hails opens the door for me. I get out taking a few deep breaths before I follow Jeremy to the entrance.
The minute we step inside the elite hotel into the reception, I gasp at the beauty and richness of the hotel. And I know deep inside that it must be expensive to afford, again this tells me that Jeremy must be one rich son of a bastard.
I wondered briefly wether he was some sort of celebrity or something.
No Leyla, don’t you dare start wondering about him, he’s led you here for another thing and one thing only.
The woman in the reception flutters her eyes at him briefly and I can tell that I’m not the only one that finds him very attractive. I stay back as he talks briefly to her and then he comes to me and leads me to the elevator. I glance briefly at the receptionist and she gives me a flat smile, I turn my gaze immediately away.
After waiting for a few moments the elevator pings as the door opens and we step inside.
For one fleeting moment I wonder about where his driver went but my wondering soon flees as the elavator door closes and I realise that no one else has gotten in but us.
Once the door shuts, we soon then drift upwards.
Suddenly I find myself gasping at the atmosphere that has shifted between us. It’s as if an electric pull is drawing me closer towards him.
The minute I stare up at him is when I finally make out the colour of his eyes against those deep lashes.
They are grayish blue and I have to take another sharp intake of breath as he gazes down at me in this most sexy heated look I’ve ever been given by a man. His pupils are dilated slightly and his eyes brood a dark look, a look that affects me in a way I’ve never felt before.
My breathing becomes a hot panty mess and while the elevator travels up. I find that we are unconsciously moving closer and closer to each other.
It happens before I’m aware of it.
He stalks at me and suddenly I’m pushed against the wall, his eyes travel greedily but leisurely from the soles of my feet up to my bulging eyes.
Soon enough his hands has found a way to my face and he grips me hard pulling my head back so I can look straight at up him. He inches closer, our breaths mingle together, but, before his lips can touch mine the elevator pings to a stop.
I’m panting as if I’ve ran a marathon while Jeremy pulls me out of the elevator in a quick motion. He drags me to his penthouse suite and I have no time to collect the door number before I’m hauled into his room.
Inside, the room is spacious. I count about four doors across a long chandelier coated corridor. It was as if was more of an apartment rather than a hotel suite.
However, as soon as we are inside and before I could assess my surroundings Jeremy has lead me to his bedroom.
“Let’s finish off where we’ve started shall we?” He says huskily.
His voice seems to be calling my libido but before I can respond, Jeremy has taken me in his arms. He gives me a one final dark heated look and soon his lips descends upon mine.
They are soft but rough against my soft lips and I quickly find myself kissing him back with equally undulating lust.
His tongue carasses my lips, coercing my mouth to open. I let him take no for an answer as he begins to deepen the kiss.
The taste of his tongue against mine is tantalizing and I’m amazed at how I’m enjoying the feel of it.
All my earlier worries about sleeping with a stranger soon slide away to oblivion. I’m eager for him to touch me, as if I’ve been craving for his touch for the past eighteen years of my life.
Again this is a rare sudden emotion.
He draws back suddenly leaving me wanting more and we are staring heatedly at each other, anticipating what the other will do.
He licks his lower lips and my eyes move down to watch his tongue. He moves snake like towards me as he unzips and pulls off my jacket.
His sharp intake of breath is unmistakable as his eyes rake all over what I’m wearing.
“Wow, you’re so sexy in this,” his voice is a strangled moan.
I flush at his comment.
He throws my jacket somewhere–I don’t know. I can’t look anywhere else but his eyes. He moves his hands to my arms very slowly leaving tingly sensations after his fingers.
He then grips my neck pulling me forward and once again his lips crash with mine. He pushes himself to me so that I can feel the evidence of his arousal firm and hard against my waist.
He stops kissing me to trail kisses to my neck down to my collar bone, at the same time his hands travel to my full perky breasts, he grips them hard against my corset and I almost cry out at the unfamiliar touch.
His hands roams to my back to undo my corset very slowly. I’m becoming increasingly aware of how moist I’m getting between my thighs.
Once he’s finished, he pulls away the corset, roughly, leaving me bare and exposed. I fight the urge to wrap my hands around myself so that I can cover my nakedness.
He gasps again as his eyes ogle on my breast.
“You breast are beautiful Leyla. So full and perky,” He says huskily, almost hungrily as he takes them into a cup and then he squeezes them softly. His thumb and forefinger pinch at my nipples and I let a loud embarrassing groan of pleasure.
Oh. My. Wo-esh.I can’t even form a proper thought.
He kisses me once more, his hands never leaving my breast as he pushes me lightly on to the bed.
I lie down flat and limp not sure what to do as he trails kisses from neck to that one spot that makes me squirm. His mouth is at my breasts, his tongue lapping my nipples and I gasp feeling the sensation travelling all the way down there, between my thighs.
His other hand plays with my breast as he s--k and tease. I’m squirming and getting hot in all these new places that I’ve never known I could get this hot.
I have to admit that it feels quite good but another sane part of my brain, that is my conscience has to remind me that I am going to lose my virginity to a complete stranger and I’m… enjoying it?.
Surely this is a sign or a beginning of how I will be seen as a w---e. The title I’m despondently bringing myself down to.
However I quickly override that part away to let me myself enjoy this one true moment of bliss.
My blood is running wild and his lips are travelling down to my stomach, lapping and s-----g at my abdomen.
His hand trails over my thighs, parting my legs. His fingers find the lace of my panties and he effectively cups me, making me gasp in shock.
What will he do? I ask myself in anticipation.
He rubs his fingers on me through the lace and I squirm uncomfortably, at the same time enjoying the unexpected feeling. My insides are liquidating even more from his touch and its such a disarming feeling.
“So how do you like it?” He asks, panting. “You’ve barely touched me.”
“Like what?” I’m surprised I’ve found my voice.
He stops the kissing my to look up at me.
“What else?” he frowns.
“Oh…Um…I don’t know,” I whisper.
“What do you mean you don’t know? Do you just allow them fúck you in their paces?” He sounds angry.
“Um…I don’t…” I struggle to find the right words. “I’ve never done it.”
Suddenly he laughs, “Funny, is that what you use to get them excited?”
I have no idea why he is laughing and what he means by that, “Um…” I say.
He glares at me, “You’re joking right?”
I swallow the fear as I tentatively shake my head.
“Wait. You are a virgin!?” His words splutter out in disbelief.
To be continued..+1January 27, 2021 at 9:39 am #1429898daniel wireMember
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Yes o Oga she’s a virgin o, she has not done it before o.
So sofere do am d tin o.
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