100 Novel(s) Related To Entertaining Other Females Quotes

Another spat. "I've said that before, and I'll keep saying it. Our females are the best. They are tighter, and they have more action on bed. These humans are just wack! Few thrusts and they're already loose like a basin." Someone grumbled nastily.

"I mean, a whore like you.. a dirty slut like you can't be and will never be queen... I'm gonna be your queen wether you like it or not!" She opens her mouth and gaps for words.. like she can't find words to say. *Serves you right!* Scar said. Xander too is staring at me speechlessly...I wink at him and turn to Janet. "Oh, I'm not a boring mate... I can be a badass if I want!" I paused. " BTW you can stay and watch the show... I promise I won't disappoint you this time!" "You.... " "Just watch how it's done, darling!" I cut her off.

Another also add “I even found it funny that Lucy would believe that, such a thing can happened within us.” Another all add too. "Better be, don't you dare try Lesbianism, it is very bad." Lucy said and she finally sat down. "Yes Ma'am." the girls all said in a jittering tone.

He shrugged. "Women should be worshipped, we are goddesses and not a freaking toy to insatiable men." Harriet snorted. "The real question is this, do women act like they should be worshipped? Especially those ones that always need 2k urgently." He said making us chuckle. "Not every ladies wants 2k urgently." Harriet countered with a frown marring her face. "Yes, they are some that want to ruin guys completely." He fired back making me laugh and Harriet frown harder.

"You're so different from other girls." I didn't know if I should take that as a compliment but it sounded differently. Like he was excluding me to the female population just because I act pretty mature for my age. It was kind of offensive. I just chuckled and shook my head in disagreement. "I don't like it when I'm being compared to other people because I think each and every one of us is different in some ways," I replied, folding my arms above my chest. "Every woman is different and they're unique in their own ways. There's nothing wrong with being a typical girl because being a girl is amazing, you know. It's empowering and we got to carry things other men couldn't handle."

She found Joel still seated comfortably as he bobbed his head to the music in his ears. Shooting him a killing look, she sat on one of the chairs close to the door. The motivational posters of various colours that decorated the sky-blue painted walls caught her attention. And most of them, she observed, contained quotes from famous people. Some she had heard of and some she had read about. "A woman is like a tea bag; you never know how strong it is until it's in hot water." ~ Eleanor Roosevelt. That one made her smile. “The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall." ~ Nelson Mandela

Our voices pierced the air like banshees, and we hastily closed the distance between us. We embraced each other tightly, jumping up and down like schoolgirls. The intensity of our excitement drew the attention of others. "Girl, you are glowing," she said. "What's the secret? Don't tell me that mad sex makes a girl's skin look this good." "It's a proven fact," I said with a guffaw. "The more, the merrier." She stared at me, amused. "I don't even want to picture the mental image. Sometimes I wonder if you take three of them at once: one in your mouth, one in your pussycat, and the third in your”

“Just…myself.” Another woman with long blonde hair peers out from behind the first, smirking at me, her sparkling green eyes crinkling with mirth at my expense. “That is…I mean, that’s really sad. You know there’s a hot rich prince out there, right? And you come in here to like…give yourself a pep talk? Oh, sweetie.” She presses a hand to her heart. “Why don’t you just…drop out now? Let us real women take the lead here.” My teeth again flash as I glare between both of these cruel women, my competition.

"I think I know, maybe he doesn't want you to tell anyone how he is with your or he is afraid you might run off with a better man." We cut our conversation short because there are a group of five female that approaches us. "Oh wow, Layla and Layla. I knew this day would come when some dumb bitch becomes your copy." "Excuse me?" I say to the female that has a short pixie cut hair. "Oh, you are excused." She said, causing her friends to laugh. "I would cat look what the cat drag in, but I'm sure not even those feral cats would want something like you." Layla fires back.

Not bad! I read some of the comments and made note of some names of the guys who I thought went too far in their commentary. The fuck are they looking at? The females, though, yeah, I could smell the green coming off some of them, while others, my sisters’ friends to be exact, were doing what they were no doubt told to do. Those two little girls down the hall are scary as shit. **** VICTORIA ***

“Girl, you’re missing out! You’re too pretty to spend your twenties in celibacy.” “Exactly!” Yanna pointed at me like she was making a case in court. “If I had your face and that waistline, I’d be collecting boyfriends like it’s a hobby.” “You guys are ridiculous,” I said, laughing and shaking my head. “We’re just saying!” Jia insisted. “This is your prime! You should let yourself have some fun. Or at least have one mysterious, brooding man to emotionally wreck you before the stress of adulting sucks the life out of you!”

there were comments from both my male admirers and female admirers. As usual, I ignored and walked with Queen to meet fetty who was busy attending to her guest. Fety is also part of the agenda and she’s a porn actress. "hey, fetty Happy birthday" Queen squealed and hugged fetty. "Thanks, honey.." she smiled and hugged her back. "happy birthday" I said dryly and that was when Fety acknowledged my presence. "thanks" she muttered rolling her eyeballs. She ushered me and queen to a table and offered us some drinks.

The next moment, she snapped impatiently, “If you’ve got something to say, spit it out! Don’t try any new tricks!” “You said I had ill intentions toward you and attempted to harass you, right?” “Of course! Everyone knows that!” “You said I locked the car doors, stared at your thighs, and tried to drag you somewhere secluded. Is that correct?” “That’s right! If I hadn’t been smart enough to run away from you, I can’t imagine what would have happened to me!” Fiona squeezed out some tears from her eyes. “Alright.” I nodded and said slowly, “How exactly does a woman harass another woman?”

“Hey, can't you watch where you’re going?” She scoffs “Pu..lease.. i’m not a man you can enchant with your sirenous energy bitch; must feel so good having all these male attention to yourself doesn’t it?”. Aretha answers her before I can “Yes bursty Barbie, what you gonna do about it? At least she doesn’t need to have sex with the entire male population for recognition. Walk away now before I beat your ass down.” She scoffs and walks away as we make our way to the dance studio.

I ѕау, not bоthеrіng tо ѕtаrt with hello. “I knоw уоur lіttlе ladies hаvе bееn саuѕіng problems. Yоu сорѕ always hаvе уоur heads uр уоur аѕѕеѕ whеn іt соmеѕ tо women. Yоu need to ѕhаkе off thе рuѕѕу fіxаtіоn аnd think. Women аrе ѕо much craftier thаn you thіnk.”

“Fuck that, she wouldn’t …” “What’s good for the goose is good for the gander. How about I have male strippers here this weekend and you can all feel how our women feel when they see the club girls with us?” I throw the question to them all and they all shake their heads.

She then quickly looked away and commented, "Freya, let's not talk about him. Let's have fun tonight." "Okay, let's have fun." Although she mentioned that she was going to have fun, Freya did not proceed to do so. Instead, she kept looking at Adrienne, as if she had a lot to say to her. In the end, she said, "Adrienne, no matter how good a man is, don't make him the center of your universe. We women still have to live our own lives."

“I have never been proposed to but I understand that my face has that effect on people.” “I can tell you only make these jokes around me. Why? Is it because I'm a woman and you don't find me worthy enough to hold an intellectual conversation with me or you only are all brawn and no brain?” “Keep talking like that, baby. I just need an excuse to bash your head in. Just one.”

The guys say I'm an ugly slut who's hungry for dick but will keep on hiding behind my glasses and books. Cue rancid laughter that makes a smell with hints of beer drift into my nose. The females though are more creative with their words. I hate every one of them for it.

I laugh a little harder, then stop to act serious. “But you can't possibly give him the bitch finger. He’ll think you're cheap.” Her tone is soft, persuasive. “Men like their ladies sophisticated. Hard to bend over.” She grins. True and not true. I tsk. “It's not that serious.” I mean, if she knows my fantasy to let any fit stranger’s blue balls bash my cunt till I’m sore, she wouldn't say this. She starts adjusting towards me, eyes wide with enthusiasm. “What are the fun activities for tonight? We could go swimming…”