Novel & Cerita Female Supremacy Stories

] while she laid there, her mind far-away. She'd been with dominant and submissive men, and men that were closeted gays who wanted to fuck her asshole and make her wear a beanie to cover up her hair and not say a word so they could pretend she was their male lover. She'd been in threesomes where the two men had paid more attention to themselves than they'd pay her. She had eventually lay in the bed, staring at the ceiling and letting them do their own thing.

“And do not speak to Seraphina again. The next time, the punishment will be worse.” He turned and walked away, leaving her kneeling on the floor, a broken, humiliated, and utterly owned mess. But as she slowly got to her feet and made her way to her room, she felt a strange sense of pride. She had survived. She had endured his worst. And she was still standing. She was his masterpiece, broken and beautiful. And she was just beginning to realize the power she held in her own submission.

BLAIRE The bathroom mirror didn't lie. My neck was a map of dark bruises, and my pussy throbbed with a heavy, relentless ache. I stood under the spray of the shower, the hot water hitting my sensitized skin like a thousand needles. I watched as the milky remnants of Raymond’s thick cum swirled down the drain, mixing with the steam, but I couldn't wash away the intense, complicated realization settling in my gut. I wasn't just Manuel’s widow anymore. I was the center of a storm I had walked into willingly, a woman caught between two brothers who wanted to claim every inch of the life I had left. I must confess ,I like every bit of it

“Good little slut taking the team.” “Look at her pussy creaming for us.” I lost count of how many orgasms ripped through me. Three? Four? Five? Each one blended into the next, my body trembling, and my pussy fluttering and squirting around whichever thick cock was buried inside me at the time. Sweat poured down my back, between my tits, and down my thighs. My ponytail had come half-undone, strands sticking to my neck and face. My cheer skirt was ruined, soaked, and twisted around my waist. I felt used, claimed, and worshipped all at once.

He slapped my face with it twice, smirking. “Beg for it.” I was panting, tears in my eyes, spit running down my chin. “Please…” I whispered, voice hoarse. Damien grabbed my chin roughly, forcing me to look up at him. “Louder. Tell us what you want, Serena.” I swallowed hard, my pussy aching and dripping onto the floor. “Please… fuck me. Use me. I want both of you.” Victor chuckled darkly. “Oh we’re going to, baby. We’re going to fuck you stupid and fill both your holes with cum.”

I wanted to leave because I had my first sex with a guy in the woods and people saw me and they probably think that I am a slut now. I wanted to leave because the only man that I have ever loved and trusted my whole life just fucked the living day light out of me. He went in from not only my vagina, but my anus making sure that he gave me tears in my two holes, and now I could barely walk or pee or even squat. I wanted to leave because I wanted to be with to be the only human who has never lied or tried to manipulate me, mother. I wiped the years strolling down my face with the back of my hands, biting my lower lips very hard so I would stop myself from crying.

“Good news. Variety wants you for their Power of Women issue. Cover story, your choice of photographer and interviewer. They’re positioning it as a celebration of your resilience and talent, not a post breakup pity piece.” “When?” “They need an answer by tomorrow, shoot next week if you agree.” Maya sat back down, her manager brain clearly spinning strategy. “This is exactly what we need, Sera. Control the narrative, showcase your strength, remind everyone why you’re one of the best actresses of your generation.” Seraphine wanted to say no. Wanted to hide in her beach house and avoid cameras and questions and the constant pressure to be inspiring. But Maya was right this was an opportunity t

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

In this collection, you are going to meet powerful male leads who take what they want and leave everlasting marks on the women who cross their paths. And if you enjoyed the ride, leave a comment below sharing what you thought of the story, your feedback is something I always look forward to when staring at the screen during the late nights, while I write these raw leads to my intense story. Thank you again for diving into this world of 50 NIGHTS OF SINS with me. I hope these stories pull you in completely. With all my gratitude, Gold Above Story

In all these it was the black among-st them that suffered the most, having to work over time for little pay and for some they didn’t get remuneration at all, they had laboured and worked in vain, that some were tortured and imprisoned for asking for their pay… Was that the injustice you pray for me to let go. Sam and I were together although not married and I never on an occasion let him have his way under my panties. There are days he wanted to but I had resisted, not because he wasn’t good enough. No it wasn’t that but I wasn’t ready yet to make love to any one called man. I had been through days of trauma caused by the pains of yesterdays which many of them had caused me until the day tha