Virgin, Technically

Technically, by some definitions, I’m still a virgin. I mean I’ve never had sex with anyone yet. I haven’t even been eaten out or given a blowjob yet. I’ve seen a boys penis, “live,” but I’ve never even touched one yet. It’s not that I can’t or even that I don’t want to. It’s partly my upbringing, partly my shyness, lots of reasons.

But just because I haven’t done anything, that doesn’t mean I don’t know what to do, or what goes where, or even, sort of, what it feels like. I know enough not to believe what I see or read in porn on the internet (of course I see that stuff). And I don’t have a boyfriend, but I do have – I overheard the term used teasingly in the girl’s locker room – a toyfriend. I only have the one, because that was hard enough to get, but, well, it’s perfect. It’s a little textured, so I can really feel it move inside me. It long enough and wide enough, and heavy enough that I can feel the weight of it, the presence of it inside me, making me feel filled – like I’m supposed to be that way or something. It’s the best feeling in the world – until I cum, squeezing it so tight, and then it’s even better. It may sound like I like my toy a lot, but you’d be wrong. And I love my toyfriend.

I may never have fucked another person, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t fucked, or that I don’t fucking love how it feels. In fact, sometimes – I guess it’s when I’m ovulating – I really can’t get enough of it. When I fuck my toy deep, I imagine it’s a real cock, bare and ready to fill me with cum, knowing I’m ready to receive it. I cum even harder those times.

I know when, if, I do get a real boyfriend, I’ll go on the pill. But if he can make me feel the same as – or better than – my toy, maybe I won’t.

Categories: Cassie Andra, Erotic Fiction, The Wrong AlphabetTags: , , ,

Cassie Andra

Old enough to know better and not care. Vanilla on the outside. Vanilla through and through, except for the mind. You don't want to go there, but I'll give you peeks. Be warned: erotica themes include standard fun, but also the taboo-est of the taboo. Coming of age, infidelity, family relations, dubious and non-consent. Every throbbing inch of it is, however, fantasy, and should be treated as such.

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