Adult Stories For Women Novels & Stories

Candlelight flickered softly across the walls while wind rattled faintly against the windows. She could not concentrate. Not on reading. Not sleeping. Not on anything except Edwin Emerson. For years she had convinced herself she was a woman men merely tolerated. Something to settle for. Something hidden away once disappointment settled in. But Edwin looked at her like she was beautiful. Worse… He made her feel beautiful. Desired. Wanted. Arabella closed her eyes tightly. No one had ever awakened feelings like this inside her before. Not even her husband. Especially not her husband.

We talked for hours as the night wore on. “You really thought about quitting because of burnout?” I asked, tracing a finger along his chest. “Yeah. Days blurred together. Then you started coming in regularly. Made me look forward to shifts again.” He smiled in the low light. “What about you? Why history?” “I like stories that last,” I said. “People who lived real lives hundreds of years ago. Makes my problems feel small.” We laughed softly. Then the touching started again. This time I climbed on top, riding him slow while we kept talking. He looked up at me like I was something special. His hands roamed my body, squeezing my breasts, guiding my hips.

I wanted to be like the women I found in the stories in the back. Women that had unforgettable sex, a lot more interesting than my own awkward and unsatisfying sex life at the time. The story that really stood out centered around a woman who went camping with her husband. They couple made a few friends and one thing led to another and five men fucked her and filled her with cum. The next encounter came in the form of p**n video one of my immature guy friends put on at a party. From the woman’s bleached blonde hair to her giant fake tits, everything about it fell into the category of fake.

When women are oppressed, it's tradition. ― Letty Cottin Pogrebi “Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.” ― Margaret Atwood “Life affords you infinite possibilities to pay more attention to what is actually happening. Not just around you but what is Inside you.” ―Jeff Warren

Allana is like ¼ of who I am, she is a fragment of my imagination, and there is not a time that I wished I was her, to be loved by someone like Augustine Kings. As I close the first book of the Love, Lust Lies series, I am hoping that you will join me as I continue to write the remaining books of the stories I had been meaning for everyone to give a chance. April 28, 2021 19:55:22 I declare A Woman’s Worth completed with dignity and pride. Thank you. For more books to be completed! Love, Lust, Lies Series A Woman’s Worth Completed (Exclusive in GoodNovel) Augustine Kings and Allana Dellaney BxG

Wu Lan Jun swerves his horse and asks a young lady about the ruckus. "Ah, sir. Haven't you heard? Someone dispersed a booklet about the romance between a brocade-clad commander and a daughter from an affluent family. Since most of us can't read, we relied on the city's elocutionist. Now, the tale is spreading throughout the city. It's a must-read!" "I see," Wu Lan Jun laughs nervously, "Do you perhaps know the author?" The lady shakes her head, "No one knows who wrote the book itself. It is so popular now that none of us know where it really began."

The book opened with a letter to her daughter: “Celestina, if you ever feel the weight of being everything to everyone, know that you are allowed to be something for yourself.” From there, Maria wove stories of women she had met—some real, some imagined—who had been praised for their grace while quietly unraveling. A teacher who gave up her dreams for her husband’s career. A mother who smiled through postpartum depression. A daughter who was told she was selfish for wanting to live alone. She wrote about her own life, too.

They had dived into their favorite topic of discussion, their boyfriends. “Gideon is sooo good! He literally makes me come every time, every fucking time” Lauren said, fanning herself. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Here we go again. “Me too!!!!” Helen giggled, eyes wide with excitement. “Brian does this thing with his tongue, and, oh my God, my eyes roll! I literally have to beg him to stop” They yapped none stop for hours. Who was better in bed. Who had a bigger dick. Who was freakier, Who ate pussy better. It was getting damn annoying because , my lovely boyfriend, was shit.

They lay there for a moment in the silence that followed, three women bound by a secret that would stain their souls forever, the Reverend Mother atop the Claire a queen among her subjects, their heartbeats slowing in the dark of the office. “Your little pussies belong to mother now.” The reverend mother whispered. Claire and Joan lay on the floor, their bodies twitching and their pussies throbbing.

I replied coldly, a lazy smirk tugging at my lips. Chloe tilted her head, eyes glittering with mischief. “Believe me or not, you’re already on every girl’s A-list.” She pouted just enough to make me think of those lips wrapped around me. Then she leaned in a little. “You didn’t notice Mrs. Amanda staring carelessly at you?” Mrs. Amanda. Oh, that sweet woman, late thirties, maybe, but her body? Shaped like her twenties had never left her. Her breasts still full and defiant against gravity, her ass round and firm, walking hallways like a goddamn advertisement for adultery.