Clara the Corruptor

The Virgin Hunter

Make yourself comfortable, Clara. Can I call you Clara?

Sure.

I see here that you're only attracted to virgins. But it doesn’t specify with men or women.

Only men. I don’t swing the other way.

Okay. Just clarifying. I’m assuming these men are of legal age.

As far as I know. I don’t check their ID or anything. Most are in their early twenties. A few have been eighteen or nineteen.

Good. This session would be very different if they were younger.

I’m not a pedophile, if that’s what you’re asking.

Does that label bother you?

Of course, it does. Because I’m not one.

And how old were you when you lost your virginity?

Me? Sixteen.

Was your partner older?

He was seventeen.

I see.

I know what you’re doing.

What am I doing?

Trying to see if me having sex with virgins has something to do with some repressed trauma. I’ll save you the trouble. I wasn’t diddled by my creepy uncle or anything like that. I’ve had a completely normal sex life. So, you’re fishing in the wrong pond.

Yet, you’re here on my couch. Obviously, something about your predilection for young men with no sexual experience is troubling you.

It’s not the sex that bothers me, or that I like virgins. I just worry I’m fucking them up.

In what way?

I don’t know. Maybe I worry I’m corrupting them.

How so?

I make it clear that this is a one-time thing before we meet. They’re excited, so at that moment they don’t care. But once it’s over, they inevitably want more. More I’m not willing to give. They get all mopey when I remind them this won’t happen again. They’ve worked this moment up in their mind since puberty and suddenly it’s over within minutes. Sometimes seconds.

When you say it’s over, do you mean after orgasm?

Yeah. I lose all interest after they orgasm.

I see. Why do you think that is?

If I knew that, I wouldn’t be here.

Do they all only last a few seconds to a minute?

Yes.

I see you’re smiling at that. How come?

Because a lot of them come in full of bravado and shit. Like they are in control. Then they barely get inside before blowing their load.

And you enjoy that?

I don’t know. I see the euphoria on their face. The mystical wonder of how a woman feels and smells and tastes. And they fight so hard to keep it going, but nothing they can do stops the inevitable. What’s not to love?

And what about your pleasure?

What about it?

I’m going to assume again, so forgive me. But I doubt you’re having orgasms in such a short amount of time.

I wait until after they leave, or I get home. Then I masturbate.

How do you find these guys? And how do you know they’re virgins?

They are easy to find. Gaming Discord channels are crawling with repressed virgin men. Once you announce you’re a woman, they flood your inbox. Then, it’s just a matter of finding the ones within a relatively close proximity.

What is a relatively close proximity? In your town? An hour away? Two hours?

I’ve had some travel over ten hours to meet me. Usually anyone who doesn’t have to get on an airplane is in play.

And how do you know they’re virgins.

I have a pretty good virgin detector. Once you start talking to them, it’s pretty obvious.

How long ago was your last normal sexual relationship. Not with a virgin. A partner you were with multiple times.

Hmm. Two years ago. My last boyfriend.

Why did that relationship end?

I think I was bored. Sex was routine. I guess the magic was gone.

How long was this relationship?

Three years.

And you just broke it off?

I did.

What made you first start seeking virgins? Was it intentional?

An accident really. I was depressed after breaking up with my boyfriend for a few months. Like, wasn’t showering. Wasn’t eating. That kind of depression. I knew I had to snap out of it and figured a good rebound fuck would help. So, I went on Tinder and hooked up with a guy.

And he happened to be a virgin I take it?

No. He was very experienced. And very good. Like, made me see different dimensions type of good. It was his roommate who was a virgin.

You had sex with him and his roommate?

Not at the same time. What kind of girl do you take me as?

Sorry. Just trying to figure out how you went from your random hookup you met on Tinder to his roommate.

It was after me and this guy had sex. We were laying in his bed when his roommate came home. Somehow the subject of him being a virgin and how this guy had been trying to get him laid came up. And being the kind spirit I am, I took up the challenge.

How did that work?

How did what work?

How did you go about having sex with the roommate?

You’re a sex therapist. Do I really need to explain the birds and the bees?

No. I know how that happens. I’m asking how did you approach the roommate? Did you guys go out on a date, or did it happen that night?

That night.

Did he know you’d just had sex with his friend?

I don’t think he cared.

Walk me through it if you could.

Sure. After I volunteered my services, I went in the bathroom and took a quick whore bath.

A whore bath?

Yeah. You know, clean yourself up just enough, so you don’t reek of sex or have some guy’s jizz still leaking out of you.

After this this so-called whore bath, what did you do?

I put on the cute little red matching pair of panties and bra I bought from Victoria’s Secret and went into his room.

You didn’t knock?

Nope. Just walked right in.

What was he doing?

I think he was looking at porn. He was lying on his bed with his laptop, and he closed it really fast when I walked in.

What did he say?

Nothing. He just laid there staring at me like an Angel had fallen and entered his room. I’ve never had anyone look at me the way he did. Ever. Not before and not since.

How’d that make you feel?

Like the most beautiful, desired woman on earth.

Then what happened?

I asked if he wanted company. He didn’t really respond, but he didn’t have to. His eyes told me he did. I climbed into bed with him and let my hands drift down his body, moving slowly because I wasn’t sure how fast or slow to proceed. This overwhelming sense of responsibility came over me. Like this kid’s entire sexual future lay in my hands and I didn’t want to fuck him up.

Did that responsibility excite you?

Why do you ask?

Just curious.

It did excite me. Like, this kid will remember that night forever. Even if he fucks a thousand women, he’ll always remember his first. Me. I become immortal.

Immortal?

Yes. I’ll live on in his memory. He’ll tell his friends, maybe even his kids someday, about his first sexual experience. About me. Times that by the fifty or so guys I’ve had, and I’ll live forever.

As a memory?

Yes, of course. We don’t really live forever. But if the memory of us remains, do we really die?

Are you afraid of dying?

I’m afraid of getting old. No one wants an old, wrinkled up, gray haired woman with saggy tits and a flabby ass.

How old are you?

Thirty-eight.

So, things were getting intimate between you two. How did it escalate from there?

I was lying there with my head next to his and my arm behind his neck. I let my other hand brush over his crotch. He was stiff as a board already, and I asked if I could slide my hand into his sweats.

I assume he agreed.

He nodded. I undid the string and slid my hand into his pants and wrapped my hand around his cock. He let out the sweetest little whimpers. I kept telling him, shh. It’s okay. Just relax. I’m going to take good care of you. But he was struggling. Every stroke he’d grab my wrist and stop me. So much pre-cum was leaking onto my fingers, I thought for sure he came. I decided he needed a break, and I guided his hand between my legs and into my panties.

Did he calm down?

I wouldn’t say he calmed down. Exploring my pussy did distract him enough to hold him back from blowing his load in his pants, though.

What were you feeling?

I don’t know if I was feeling anything. The other roommate had already made me come like four times. My pussy was sore. I guess I was mostly curious if he’d come before getting inside me.

Did he?

No. After letting him play in my panties, I told him to get undressed and lie down on the bed. Once he did that, I removed my underwear and climbed on top of him.

Did you feel in control?

Completely. Like never in my life. I saw his entire future play out on his face while I looked down on him. It was fucking religious.

Now you’re on top of him. How’d that go.

Amazing. I made sure to take a very light grip around the base of his cock and guided him to my entrance. He looked like he was in shock. I guess, whatever a young kid dreams up in his mind about how good a woman feels, it can’t prepare them for how good it actually feels. He grabbed hold of my ass and hung on for dear life as I fed him deeper inside. Once he was fully in, I just held him there and gave him a minute.

I imagine this reinforced your feelings of power.

Absolutely. I wanted to bounce up and down on his cock and give him the ride of his life. It took everything I had not to. I think I liked that denial. The fighting against my instincts and going slow so I could usher him into manhood.

Do you think that’s what it takes to become a man? Sexual conquests?

I suppose that’s a big part of becoming a man. Don’t you?

Umm. I think a lot of men wrap up their identity in having sex with women. Young men especially. Whether it is a natural, evolutionary thing or societal pressures or a combination is up for debate.

Well, I’ll leave that for you head doctors to figure out. All I know, is I saw him transforming before my very eyes. Each time I slid my warmth down the length of his shaft, he grew closer to the person he’s meant to be. He came into his room that night a lowly little caterpillar, and I turned him into a beautiful butterfly.

How long do you think it took for this transformation to take place?

Ha. Maybe two minutes. He was really struggling. I dropped my weight on top of him and gently moved my hips, barely moving, working him inch by inch until I felt him swelling inside me.

Did he know what was happening?

Oh, he knew. His eyes grew wide and he dug his fingers into my hips. But it was too late. I just kept whispering into his ear that it was okay. Don’t stop. Just let it happen.

And did he?

He didn’t have a choice. He buried his face into the nape of my neck and started bucking wildly beneath me. And then it happened. He erupted nearly a decade’s worth of pent-up aggression deep into my body. More than I’ve ever experienced before.

You allowed him to orgasm inside of you?

Of course. There’s nothing better.

Please tell me you’re on some kind of birth control.

I’m not stupid. And the great thing about being with a virgin is you don’t have to worry about some nasty clap or gonorrhea or some shit. It’s liberating.

How did he act after?

I think he cried. Yeah. He cried. I held him and rubbed his head. It was sweet. He asked if he could see me again, but I had to break it to him that this was a one-time thing.

How’d he take it?

He pleaded with me.

Giving you more power.

Probably. I felt like a momma bird pushing her baby out the nest.

Well, our time is almost up.

That’s it? No insight into why I am drawn to virgins and if I’m fucking them up for life?

I have a few thoughts.

Like?

Well, it’s very early on. I’d like to get a few sessions under our belt before making any concrete assessments.

Can you at least give me a preview? A little window into how fucked up you think I am.

I think a lot of this is a fear of getting older. Like men won’t be attracted to you at some point. You mentioned living forever in these people’s minds, so I’m sure that plays a role. I think there also may be some relationship trauma we haven’t covered yet. These men you seek are safe because you are in complete control. It makes it impossible for you to be hurt.

What about them?

It’s hard to say. First experiences can be very traumatic or extremely beautiful. It really depends on the people involved and the situation.

You do think I’m fucked up.

I don’t. I just think there are some things we need to work through to allow you to have healthy relationships.

Should I cancel the date with the guy I made for Thursday night then?

Is he a virgin?

Is the Pope Catholic?

Keep the date. But I want you to try something different.

Different?

Yes. Try talking to him. Both before and after having sex. Learn something about him. Share something intimate with him. Maybe go for round two. Try building a connection. Even if it’s temporary.

Jesus. Are you trying to turn my life into a shitty rom com?

Just try it. See if it’s possible for you and we will discuss it next week. Deal?

Ugh. I guess. I’ll let you know how it goes.

See you next week.

See you next week.

Thank you for reading. I’m really trying something new with this and hope it comes across okay. The jury in my mind is still out so if you could let me know in the comments that would be awesome!