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My hatred of The nonsense Concept-of-Women's-Happiness-bullshit sister Elise taught me once, two years ago. I remember she said, "--at the end, a woman's ultimate happiness was to fulfill her destiny. To do so, thou shalt be modest but charming, full of smiles, calm in her nature, smooth in her speech, forgiving, loyal and devoted to thy husband, never rejects the will of thy husband and thy attitude towards his wives has no prejudice; sincere and full of understanding--,"

My concerns about the reality of what I'd had with every woman until then. She stopped her giggling and pulled me close. "They're wrong, baby. They couldn't be more wrong. Not only can women get pleasure out of it, they can get a lot more than any man can. You can only have three or four orgasms on a good night. A woman can have dozens. A man can only have sex for so long, one woman can wear out almost any man. More than one - two, three, four, even more."

“I didn’t think any woman would be able to distract him from his research. But somehow she managed it.” “The magical power of the pussy. Guaranteed to keep even billionaire geniuses from their work.” I snort. “They’re all the same. Obsessed with sex.” “There speaks a woman who isn’t getting any.” “I don’t need a man to satisfy my urges, thank you very much. Battery-powered devices are much less trouble.”

"This is very awkward, meaning that, once I travel and leave someone like her, she will always want to have sex every day. That's interesting. I am glad I didn't go far. Not every woman is worth staying with. Anyways every woman has their ugly side, nobody is perfect but I can't handle her with all I have seen" "I can handle a woman who cheats but can't handle this. This is so disgusting. I can't have sex with a woman who masturbates to get herself satisfied. She has a lot to learn and I have a lot to learn about her. She's out there building other women but she needs to build herself. It is not all about having confidence, but what does the inward look like?"

“This world is filled with guys who gouge themselves on lesbian porn, yet those same guys would swear up and down that girls loving girls is not a real thing.” “Right,” Bianca said, “because they can’t fathom that there are women out there who have absolutely no interest in men.” “Women who aren’t attracted to men? Where did you get such an outlandish concept from?” Bianca giggled at my sarcasm. “It was probably invented by feminists.” And that led us into a conversation of our favorite feminist authors and concepts. I descended into a rant about how Simone De Beauvoir’s Second Sex is an absolute masterpiece that radically changed my way of viewing the world.

Mine had already drained away, replaced by something colder, heavier—worry. My thoughts spun as I stared out the window. I couldn’t keep clashing with him like this. That ridiculous book, The Perfect Wife, flashed through my mind—its chapters on handling dominant men. Softness. Vulnerability. Subtle rebellion. A woman with fire, but without the flames. Sweet enough to draw in. Dangerous enough to chase.

Half of her big, round backside was sticking out. She wasn't wearing any pants; instead, she just had a little white thong with those sheer, skin-colored stockings over her long legs. The sight nearly made my nose bleed. It was breathtaking. I'd never been near a young woman this perfect my whole life. Even if she wouldn't let me do anything else, just letting me touch her for a moment would have added years to my life.

The fragrance in her mouth smelt like orchid, and her swaying body twisted gently. The charm in her eyes was seductive. "What else can a woman like you do other than please a man with your body?" Little Apple held the woman's delicate neck and sneered, and then the next moment, he suddenly tightened his grip. He couldn't bear such a beautiful and evil woman in Deity Realm. The woman's eyes widened, and before she died, there was still a trace of disbelief in her eyes. She was very confident that she was enchanting enough, and countless men had fallen for her. So she couldn’t understand why this hot-blooded young man was not tempted at all.

"I'm not going to move. After all, I'm not obligated to do whatever you ask me to." I told the driver earlier that I will triple the pay, or even more, yet he didn't listen. He said that this pregnant woman here is his sister-in-law, and there's not enough tricycle for the both of us unless we share in one. Thus, whatever difficulty we have right now is entirely the consequence of their decision. The woman moved. "Yes, Miss, indeed, you are right. No one has the right to force you do something you are not obligated to do. But all I'm asking is your kindness. That's the only thing I can possibly receive in a matter where no rule is applied."