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She looked at him again, with some maidenhood opening in her eyes.
She would lose her maidenhood tonight, he had no doubt.
But on the third time, her maidenhood gave way.
Claim her maidenhood and you will be one step closer to claiming the north.
The last hours of my maidenhood - they must belong to him."
Me love lies stunned within the wood, sleeping away she maidenhood.
And so, without ceremony, she was being offered the very garter of Maidenhood.
"Listen, with the news I have tonight, nobody's going to worry about my maidenhood.
Now that I have taken your maidenhood and stretched you a bit, it should not hurt the next time."
She cried out, from the tear of her maidenhood.
He had gone to heroic lengths to protect her wretched maidenhood.
She was verging into maidenhood when her father died.
Even when he took her maidenhood, their love had more of duty to it than of passion.
"So she might sell her maidenhood for a crown, but not for love?
Or for a mediocre marriage, instead of mediocre old maidenhood.
I gave up my maidenhood to the Horned One.
"It's a way of remembering that once, a long time ago, to be a bride was to let go of maidenhood."
She, too, wore a mask, a face of exaggerated maidenhood with pink cheeks and red, full lips.
She was a virgin huntress, just like Artemis and proud of her maidenhood.
Later she disclaims both her father and her maidenhood.
Funeral private in the house of Livy's young maidenhood.
"I've known the full strong love of a man of the world and yet emerged with my maidenhood immaculate.
His fingers crawled into the valley of her maidenhood, wet with her emissions.
"Then I will take your maidenhood, and you will not be pure for your wedding night."
Is there not charms By which the property of youth and maidhood May be abused?
"I hate your manhood, send it after the maidhood; it fits me just as badly."
Cesario, by the roses of the spring, By maidhood, honour, truth, and every thing, I love thee so that, maugre all thy pride, Nor wit nor reason can my passion hide.