Entertaining Other Females Quotes Novels & Stories

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 ***