Book On Picking Up Women Novels & Stories

Congrats on becoming Alpha Female, blah, blah, blah. Reaching the end, his true motive became apparent. "So that's it." I chuckled bitterly. "He wants me to invest in his new wine-themed hotel." "Let me see that," Pearly snatched the letter from my hands and burst out after reading, "Shameless! I thought he was finally apologizing, but no! He's just trying to take advantage of you now that you're Alpha Female!" "It's probably Rosie's idea," I muttered. I hadn't spent much time with Vahn, but I remembered him as a soldier with some dignity, not like his mother who seemed devoid of any shame.

I loved the effect that I had on her, and I was selfish enough to hope that she wouldn’t run when I tell her my plan. “I’m not sure. Maybe you could try saying it again,” her ruby red lips pulled into a playful smile as she glanced over at me. I’m not sure what’s gotten into her today, but long gone was the timid Rosa that I’d grown used to. In her place was this confident, outspoken woman that was about to steal the show at a Gathering. “My wife is an absolute smoke show.” I gripped her leg a little tighter, sprawling my fingers to reach more of her soft skin. Goosebumps erupted beneath my palm as I slowly caressed her inner thigh with my pinky finger.

I had seen the females having morning sickness, cramps, and swelling, and in my case, it was entirely opposite. I was feeling sexually active like I was ovulating, releasing the heat once or twice the day. Height of absurdity! This was so embarrassing that I couldn’t share it with Moira and sought books on this topic. And all praise to my luck, the first book in the pregnancy section was about the famous Kama Sutra. Not a simple one, but ‘365 positions for 365 days of the year!’ Really? What kind of fucking joke was that? It was like giving tons of drugs to an addict! And that fucking addict left all her work and sat down to read that masterpiece, enjoying this free education.

She moaned softly against his mouth, letting him taste her. When she pulled away, all four men stood around her. Their eyes were dark. Hungry. Waiting. “This is how it works,” she said quietly. “I speak. You obey. And if I let you touch me, you better do it like your life depends on it.” She leaned back into the couch, crossing her legs with a slow, sinful smile. “And if you don’t, someone else will.” The room hummed with heat, their breathing heavy, the power already shifting.

Curiosity was eating at her. With an effort, she made herself focus on the other titles. He had books on negotiating, battle tactics, history, agriculture…boring. Didn’t the man read any fiction? There was a book on stained glass that looked mildly interesting, but she kept scanning the shelves, hoping for something more enticing. Her search was rewarded. There, right in the middle of his shelves at eye level, was an entire shelf of books devoted to lovemaking. Wiley’s eyes boggled as she read the titles: An Illustrated Guide to the Sensual Arts. A Woman’s Climax. Emotional Need and the Sensual Virgin. There were dozens of titles.

Thankfully, Zivon was able to dodge in time, and after raising a slight brow, he was prompted to say, “Drink a bit slower…” Watching as the worried man began patting her back, Xavia couldn’t help but squint. Was he seriously not aware that he was the reason why she had accidentally spat out all that fruit tea?! Shaking her head, she then took the book from Zivon’s hand to read its header… ‘Pleasing your pregnant wife down to her soul. During pregnancy, women tend to be less sexually active. Here are a few tricks to-’ Slamming the book shut, the embarrassed woman then grabbed another book from Zivon’s pile… and to her dismay, this one was titled, ‘Getting your pregnant wife high.’ W-what were

“I’m sorry, but it’s true. Men think wiggling their eyebrows at us or doing what you were doing is sexy, but really, it isn’t, especially when you’re dressed like that.” I shrug and slump on the bed next to her. “I just thought it was romantic, you know?” She leans over to the side of the bed and pulls out a romance book from under the pillow. “Use this. It’s the best manual for what girls really like.” I take the book and study the cover. A man is kissing the neck of a woman whose blouse is slightly off her shoulder. “Blah,” I say and toss the book to the side. I actually think I’ve read it before.

Shit. A few months ago I sat on the porch of Nathaniel’s house and slowly sipped bourbon while he chatted about his previous night at a strip club. My mind was all over the place. “I have a plan.” “You’re interrupting my story.” “Just listen.” I placed my glass on the side table and stood up. “What’s the perfect way to catch a woman?” “Money. Sex. Food.” “Yes, but that’s just the tip.” “And?” “My wife is a conniving bitch.”