I never thought I’d be so quick to agree that a stranger should take my virginity, but somehow Maxim doesn’t really feel like much of a stranger. I’ve just told him my most embarrassing secret and I’ve been completely intimate with him.

He slides on a condom. Then he climbs on top of me and I can feel the head of his cock up against my pussy.

This is it. This is how I’m going to lose my virginity.

It feels amazing for me, but I hope it’s not going to be a let-down for Maxim. I’m sure he’s used to things being a lot kinkier.

“Don’t you want to, like, spank me with a whip and put a ball gag in my mouth or something?” I ask, just before he enters me.

“Yes,” he tells me. “But not right now. There’s always another day. Right now, I just want to take you the old-fashioned way.”

I look at the ropes tying me to hooks in the wall and he gets my gist.

“Well,” he says, “as close to the old-fashioned way as I know how to be.”

He pushes his cock into me and it slides in quite easily.

“Wow,” I tell him, as he grips my shoulders and pumps harder into me. “I thought it would hurt more.”

“You’re very well lubricated,” he says, which is true.

“You did a good job of getting me that way.”

“And I had fun doing it.”

He pushes in and out of me and I’m so sensitive I feel like I’m going to come again.

“Mmmm,” I moan, embarrassed that it’s about to happen yet again.

But Maxim doesn’t seem to mind at all.

“Come for me,” he says, whispering into my ear as he thrusts himself in me.

I do, squeezing my thighs and my pussy tight up against his cock, which makes him moan too.

“You’re my dirty little slut and I just popped your cherry,” he says, which makes me want to come all over again before I’ve even had time to recover. “I want you to beg me to keep fucking you.”

“Please keep fucking me, Maxim,” I cry out, as his long and hard cock pumps in and out of me. “You make my pussy feel so good.”

“Your wet, tight little pussy likes to come for me,” he says. “It’s only ever had my big fat cock inside it.”

“It only wants your big fat cock, Maxim,” I tell him, as he fills up my entire pussy. I can feel him all the way deep inside me. “Just fuck me forever, Maxim.”

“It’s all I want to do,” he says, twisting my nipples.

It hurts but I don’t say anything.

I remember how he said I could tell him to stop at any time, but I don’t want him to. It feels good when he makes it hurt some. My pussy is sore and aching for him, and now my nipples are too.

“I just want to fuck my little virgin slut forever,” he says, pounding me hard with his cock.

I can feel it throb and pulse inside me as he says, “Fuck, Celeste. You’re going to make me come already.”

“Come for me, Maxim.”

I feel myself getting ready again too. We come together, as he continues to slam his cock into me, grunting and yelling, “I love your fucking pussy so much.”

“I love your cock so much, I love when you give it to me.”

“I love your virgin pussy.”

“I love your filthy mouth.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

He stops fucking me, both of us at the height of our climax.

I look at the wall, completely embarrassed. He is doing the same, but looking at the opposite wall.

Well, great.

Another embarrassing sex experience.

How the hell did I get so caught up in the moment that I would yell that?

But he yelled it too.

Sure, we were saying a lot of crazy stuff that isn’t real— including the fact that he wants me to be his little virgin slut forever. That doesn’t even make sense. That’s plain impossible. We obviously just got carried away.

It’s not like saying “I love you” is something we can easily undo though, even if it was first said in the heat of the moment.

To make matters worse, there’s a pounding knock at the door.

“Come on,” a male voice yells. “You’re over your time.”

“The room was reserved for me,” Maxim yells back.

I look at him and let reality sink in. This man regularly uses this room, and pays a lot of money to have sex with a lot of women in here.

I don’t really mean that much to him. He didn’t really mean that he loves me. He just meant he loved taking my virginity.

“Well, it was reserved for me too,” the guy yells back. “You have to share. It’s been a long time.”

“Fine,” Maxim says. “We’re done anyway.”

As he gets up, he mumbles, “Fucking Bianca,” under her breath.

We get dressed and I want to say a million things to him. He looks as if he feels the same way. But I can tell his pride is stopping him from saying anything.

“You hungry?” he asks. “Or do you want to grab a drink?”

“No thanks,” I tell him, feeling stupid.

What are we going to talk about? The fact that we stupidly shouted out that we loved each other, before parting ways for good?

Once our clothes are back on, he grabs me and holds me tight. It’s the longest hug of my life, and the most confusing.

It almost feels real. As if we could actually be more than… whatever this crazy thing that we just had together was.

But that’s ridiculous.

I’m not even going to let myself go there in my mind.

I nod to the man and the young- looking woman waiting to take our place in the room, and then I head home, wondering if I’ll wake up from this dream- turned- nightmare with only regret, or with any shred of satisfaction leftover from how I was just feeling less than fifteen minutes ago, when I gave my body— and apparently my heart— to the man who had paid for it.