Virginity lost Stories

I have him wrapped around my finger, silencing his 100+ texts an hour just to keep him waiting, knowing it’ll drive him insane. Maybe I’ll reply, once or twice with a hey or a hi. If I’m bored I’ll send a pic. Even just my bare collarbone gets him all riled up, has him begging to come over just to see me. Today I’m treating him, just this once, dropping my address and giving him twenty minutes to haul his ass over here be...

Men are obsessed with “the first time.” Everyone knows that. They want to be the first to conquer your soul, your body, the ones who got your virginity like it’s some trophy they can polish and brag about to their friends. But let’s be real: we women are worse. We romanticize it even harder. First date, first kiss, first time he says “I love you.” And then, of course, the big one: the first time you let someone inside you...

When I first became aware of her was 5 summers ago. Every year, thousands come to my shores to picnic on my beaches, to swim in my cool waters, to fish under my trees. They strip off their garb and lie in their bare skin, browning under the warm summer sun. Their children splash and play where the lake water laps against the sands. Those who have only started to transition into their adulthood sneak into my woods and imbi...