Training for Her: A Virgin’s Fantasy of Mutual Oral Devotion (L)
(L) – This story contains strong language.
I’m 22, still a virgin, and I’ve fought hard to stay that way.
Porn used to own me—late nights scrolling, chasing highs that left me empty and ashamed. I’d delete history, pray for forgiveness, then slip again the next week. The guilt was crushing, but God’s grace kept pulling me back. Over the past year, I’ve stayed clean by leaning on Scripture, accountability from a trusted friend, and replacing those urges with healthier outlets: long prayer walks, exercise, and these controlled fantasies of a future wife who’s waited just like me. It’s not perfect, but I’m doing better every day—channeling the fire toward holiness instead of shame.
Stories on this site help too. Women sharing how they prepare—practicing oral skills, building confidence for their future husbands. It stirs me, makes the wait ache sweeter. I imagine her as one of those faithful women: bold in devotion, saving every spark for covenant eyes only.
Tonight the fantasy burns vivid . . .
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Our wedding. Sunlight filters through stained glass. She glides down the aisle in white silk that clings to full breasts, rounded hips, the gentle swell of her belly she teases will one day carry our children. Veil lifted: eyes lock on mine—warm, teasing, full of promise. Vows spoken: “With my body I thee worship . . . all of me, for you alone.” Kiss at the altar—lips parting, tongues brushing like a sealed oath. The wait ends here.
Honeymoon suite. Ocean waves outside. Candles cast gold across her skin. She’s changed into white lace—bra straining over her curves, thong hugging her ass, garters framing toned thighs. We stand close, hearts hammering.
I cup her face, kiss her deep—tongues tangling, breaths hot. Her hands slide under my shirt, nails raking my back. Mine pull her against my hardness. She moans softly into my mouth, grinding slow circles: “Mmm . . . I feel how hard you are for me.”
“I’ve waited so long for this,” I groan against her lips. “For you.”
She sinks to her knees, eyes up—devoted, hungry. Fingers undo my belt, zipper rasps. Pants fall. Boxers tented, soaked with pre-cum. She peels them down—my cock springs free: thick, veined, head flushed dark, slick bead at the tip.
“So big . . . so perfect,” she breathes, hand wrapping the base. Strokes firm, twisting. Thumb circles the head, spreading wetness. Lips part—tongue flat under the ridge, swirling. She takes me in—hot, wet suction. Bobs shallow, tongue pressing frenulum. Moans vibrate: “Mmm . . . you taste so good, husband.”
Deeper—halfway, cheeks hollowing. Saliva drips; she takes more—throat relaxing, nose brushing pubes. Holds, swallows rhythmically—muscles rippling around me. Tears glisten from the stretch, but she hums: “Mmmph . . . I love feeling you throb in my throat.”
“Take me deeper, baby,” I groan, fingers caressing her hair. “Suck me like you’ve dreamed . . . make me moan for you.”
She does—faster, hand pumping base in sync. Sucking hard, tongue flicking underside. Cups my balls, rolls them gently. Pops off briefly: “I want your cum . . . all of it down my throat. Give it to me when you’re ready.”
I’m throbbing—close. But not yet. “Your turn first, love.”
I lift her, lay her back. Bra off—breasts spill free, nipples hard rose peaks. I suck one deep—tongue circling, teeth grazing. She arches: “Oh God . . . yes, suck them harder . . . bite just a little.” Other hand pinches the twin. Kisses trail down—stomach, navel.
Thong soaked dark. I peel it away—pussy glistening, lips swollen, clit peeking. Scent intoxicating—sweet musk. Legs spread wide.
“Eat me,” she begs, voice trembling. “I’ve touched myself thinking of your tongue . . . only you get this.”
I dive in—flat tongue up her slit, long slow drag. She jolts: “Ahh! Yes—fuck, that’s good!” Taste explodes—tangy-sweet nectar. I lap hungrily, parting folds with fingers. Two slide in—tight, fluttering. Curl to her spot.
Circle clit—slow flicks, then fast. Suck it between lips, tongue fluttering. She moans loud: “Right there . . . don’t stop . . . oh God, you’re gonna make me cum so hard!” Hips grind my face. Wet slurps fill the room—her slickness coating my chin.
“Cum for me, baby,” I growl against her. “Flood my mouth . . . let me taste how wet you are for your husband.”
She shatters—thighs clamping my head, body convulsing. “Oh fuck—cumming! Yes—drink me, love!” Waves pulse; fresh flood coats my tongue. I lap gently through aftershocks, kissing her thighs.
She pulls me up, kisses fiercely—tasting herself. “Inside me now. I need you filling this pussy you waited for.”
I position—tip at entrance. Slow push: head parting her, stretching tight walls. She gasps: “So thick . . . stretching me so good . . . mmm, keep going.” Inch by inch—fullness overwhelming. Buried deep, pubic bones flush.
Pause—eyes locked. “I love you,” I whisper. “Thank You, Lord, for her.”
We rock slow—savoring stretch. Then deeper thrusts—her legs wrap my waist, heels digging. Breasts bounce; I suck a nipple in rhythm. She grinds up: “Harder . . . pound me deeper, husband . . . claim what’s yours.”
I thrust faster—wet slaps echoing. She moans: “Yes—fuck me like that . . . fill this tight pussy . . . mmm, I can feel every vein.” Hands clasp above her head—covenant grip.
Shift—she climbs on top. Sinks down, taking every inch. Rides slow circles, then bounces—breasts jiggling. “Feel how wet I am? All saved . . . just for your cock.” Grinds clit on my base, fingers rubbing herself. Moans rise: “Gonna cum again . . . and ride you until I soak you.”
I grip her hips, thrust up: “Ride me harder, love . . . grind that sweet cunt on me . . . show me what you’ve saved.”
She bounces faster: “Yes—feel me clench? Gonna cum all over your cock . . . cum with me, fill me up!”
We peak together—her walls spasming, milking hard. “Cum inside me—give me your seed, husband!” I erupt—thick ropes flooding deep, pulsing. She shudders: “Yes—feel it . . . so hot . . . so full inside me.”
Collapse tangled—sweat-slick, breathing ragged.
She traces my chest: “We waited perfectly. All that struggle . . . worth every lonely night. I moaned your name so loud . . . couldn’t hold back.”
I kiss her forehead. “And we’ll keep this fire burning—every moan, every thrust, every drop . . . a prayer answered.”
Years ahead flash: more nights of worship, children conceived in such joy, devotion deepening.
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Fellow waiters (especially us virgins in our 20s): How have you overcome struggles like porn or temptation to stay pure? What prep (mental, physical, spiritual) has helped you most? What mutual firsts—oral, penetration, afterglow prayer—excite you in marriage? Share below—let’s encourage each other in grace and passion. No judgment here, just holy fire.
Hello HornyVirginKept,
Looks like you are on the right road now. My mother taught my sister and I all about sex. I mean verbally, using books, videos and occasionally using her own body to show us where all the parts were. She also expressed that she would like it if we were virgins at marriage. To many it seems old fashion, but we gladly honored her wishes.
Naturally we had urges and we expressed it with masturbation. Either our hands, dildos or vibrators. Since our whole family was nudists since we both were infants we saw people of both sexes and what a man's penis looks like. Being around nude people it was normal and we still managed to stay virgins with the dates we had.
When I got married we went to Las Vegas and I knew this would be the big event. […]
Hubby and me got to our room and showered. We lay on the bed kissing and caressing each other. Stroking and sucking him was beautiful and not naughty at all. Hubby got on his knees held his penis and guided it into my vagina. I gasped loudly and we gradually got his swollen organ deeper and deeper. We were both tossed aside in our inhibitions and got wild. He ejaculated hard and filled my pussy. We thanked God for the experience. We fucked like crazy in between site seeing at Vegas.
You are right in your seeing how women control their urges and how they prepared for that glorious day. Your fictional story was pretty much right on. Making your husband erect, celebrating his cock for you, and telling each other what you want and expressing the results.
Good luck int he future.
I wish this were more normal than it is. For many that came out of purity culture, unfortunately it’s not. My wife was raised to suppress her desires (not just abstain from intercourse before marriage). 8 years in and nearly divorcing at some point because I refused to be in a sexless marriage, we’re still unraveling her mind set around sexuality and how sex isn’t dirty between a husband and wife.
I enjoyed this story. Although I want to give my opinion on a few things. My wife was a vaginal virgin when she married me. But she was a survivor of childhood sexual abuse. I was very careful on our wedding night to not trigger bad memories. We actually did not succeed in fully consummating our marriage until the next day. It was incredible too. Better than I imagined. But not WHATi imagined.
We did not start using spicy language during sex until later in our marriage so be aware that some people do not find that acceptable. We certainly use spicy language now during lovemaking sessions.
We did not do oral sex for the first month of our marriage. When we tried it we enjoyed it although my wife preferred giving me oral in the shower prior to me finishing inside her pussy in standing doggy position. Later she became comfortable with giving me oral in bed etc. Not all women like the taste of semen. My wife figured out how to truly deep throat’s my cock only a few years ago. (It’s great!)
I’m trying to say that your fantasy of anticipation of your wedding night is great, but don’t be disappointed if your reality doesn’t match your expectations. Enjoy and learn together.
Christianity is about accepting repentance and forgiveness. We recognize that hearts can change and be purified by Jesus’ atonement. So if you meet a woman who fits you perfectly, but she is not a virgin, but she is fully repentant… recognize her purity before God and don’t reject her for her past mistakes. If you can’t emotionally handle it I understand. But if you think of her as unworthy of your love then you are not a true Christian.
I was married before. I slipped up after my divorce. My Melody believed in the cleansing power of Christ’s atonement for sins. She has been an incredible to me and my children. She even adopted my kids. I’m so glad she did not consider me unworthy of her. I certainly wasn’t a virgin since I already had kids. Yet our sex life has still been learning together in passion and love.
You can read about our wedding night n the awesome next morning in my past posted stories: “Melody’s First Time.” Part 1 & 2. Look in the “Honeymoon Sex” category.
I know where you’re coming from as far as porn addiction. I backslid in high school/college, was an addict, partied and had multiple sexual partners. God’s plan is to stay a virgin until marriage and control, not suppress desires until that time comes. Reading stories on here definitely helps control my hunger and direct it towards my wife. As a married man, oral IS all that it’s cracked up to be, giving AND receiving. I didn’t eat pussy in my backslidden days. Now I eat for my enjoyment as much as hers….I absolutely look forward to her dripping down my face and chin. I hope your future wife has the hunger you beautifully described, but definitely talk and communicate about mutual sexual desires before getting married.
What a beautiful fantasy of that sweet first night! I dream the same thing, all the firsts, the eroticism of being in my future husband's arms, the intimacy of touch and taste and joining. May God bring you your dream bride!
To answer your question, I'd say that focusing my desires and preparation on my future husband (as of yet unknown to me) has been the biggest boon. Second has been embracing my sexuality and letting my imagination run free. Purity culture and shame about masturbation and my body did damage me, but God guided me out of that. It is not wrong to enjoy erotic thoughts or sensations. I don't think it is wrong to enjoy some erotic content (not mainstream porn, since it is so fake and usually perverted, but real couples showing their mutual love and passion). God gave us sexuality and desires. We can use them aright and maintain purity at the same time.
Hey HVK, thanks for the post! I meant to comment when this was first posted, but I've been swamped the last few months!
Your story is a beautiful thing to read. Perhaps a little idealistic, as I've learned from those who have gone before and experienced the newness and sexual learning curve for two newlywed virgins, but your story is beautiful nonetheless. I definitely share the desires portrayed here!
In response to your question about fighting temptation, this is the main thing that comes to mind: the most effective way for me to resist porn is to remember the beauty of sex as it's REALLY meant to be. I hated my porn use too, and when I found MarriageHeat and began to read about the beauty of REAL, married, loving sex, it broke most of the power and allure of porn. Seeing the contrast between how sex is depicted in most porn and what sex is really supposed to be, I was able to see porn for the empty thing it really was. The same effect might not happen for everyone, but it did for me. It wasn't so much a strategy as a true transformation of heart and perspective.
Now, I'm not perfect, and I do still look at porn/"audio-visual erotica" on occasion, but I've had very little temptation to see the gross hardcore stuff, or anything involving inherently immoral acts like homosexuality, or more than 2 people. All I'm interested in is married couples, or at least couples whose sexual acts speak of real love. I prefer to stay away from even that, though, because I rarely find it beneficial. And I'm happy to say I'm mostly succeeding in that, and only watching things like this once every few months, perhaps.
As for what mutual firsts excite me most . . . all of them! Everything you listed and more. I recognize there's a chance that the woman I marry may not be a virgin, but there's a high chance she WILL be because of how that factors into my choice of a marriage partner. Assuming she's a virgin like me, here's just a brief list of mutual firsts I look forward to: having my cock be the first to spread her labia and occupy her depths, having her pussy be the first one to hug and wet my cock, having my mouth be the first one to suck on her nipples and taste her pussy, having her mouth be the first one to kiss, lick and suck on my manhood, and likewise having my cock be the first one she's ever had in her mouth. There are so many more experiences I eagerly await sharing with her too! And after such a long time waiting (I'm in my late 20s now), I know it will involve such an intense emotional release of tension, in addition to the many physical releases we are sure to share!