Novel & Cerita For Women

“Women ARE so many things. That’s it! I mean, we’re doctors and lawyers and teachers and firefighters and so on.” My mind flashed back to my marriage with Jordyn. I’d been a homemaker after we married. I’d run our house, booked our appointments, organized charity events. Other women did that, too. They spent their days running their kids around to activities, and still managed to get a hot dinner on the table. Those women were just as strong and powerful as career women, in my mind. “Let’s circle back to this idea of strength and power. It’s something all women have in common. No matter their chosen field. Women showcase their strength in different ways.”

Be the woman worthy of your mates. Fighting!!!

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."

The baby ultimately died. The public was outraged. [I guess the mistress’ pet dog matters more than the poor mother and child to these brothers.] [I mean, I love dogs, but I can’t understand Austin and Aaron’s behavior.] [The brothers fell in love with the same woman. Their wives are the ones suffering.] [Kirsty claims to help strays while abusing them in secret. She’s one to screw with the wives and upset them into early labor. The bitch deserves to die.] [Kirsty is after married men, and not just one. She has her sights on a pair of brothers. She should be ashamed of herself.]

“Isn’t that obvious? You are not yet married, silly.” My face flush and instant red. No. No. No. “Well if that is a criteria for attending these meetings, then I think the Lady should not be here.” A woman with siren brown eyes, voices out. She is seated right beside the red nails woman, and has a gum in her mouth. She looks… wicked. Okay, Margaret identified. “Oh, that is so true. What then defines who is a woman and who is a maiden when everyone with a breast is allowed here?” Red nails asks.

All the other women said in unison. "What makes us so pissed off is that so many black and African women are always seen and stereotyped as sexual beasts. That our only assets in life is have sex and give pleasure to men. Even though sex is good, black women shouldn't live life only pleasing or obeying to men. We have our own lives to live and we don't need validation from any man. We could be sexy, beautiful, confident, and strong all by ourselves. We don't need to please a man like you to know our worth. Black women have always been worth it and we will forever have each other's backs." She added with a lot grit to her voice. "Amen sister!" The ladies respond in unison.

' ✾ They say women were born competitive. Some might suggest that men are more prone to competing than women but deep down, we all know the truth. Men have their guns and arms to solve a fight, they have violent means to figure out the winner. Women have a different way to settle things. Done are the days where we only battle physical attributes, of who is prettier, of who is softer. Now, women fight for things like prestige, power, and dominance. I understood there was a time many years ago where women often shied away from competition because what would they get from it? Attention from men? Will that feed anyone?

asked Eliz I nodded in understanding. Eliz sighed and returned to continue her story "I think, as a woman why do we have to be weak ?. In that battle, it was the majority of female victims who were the most. Because women are weak, they can't fight back. We can't just always depend on men, right? So I practice diligently, at least to protect myself," Eliz replied proudly.

She collapsed into shuddering sobs as Flossie and Jenny embraced her. It’s a strange thing about women. They’re the weaker sex and prone to shallow behaviour. They obsess over shoes and hairstyles and shiny rocks to wear on chains. And they’ll burst into tears if a puppy stubs its toe. But when things go bad, they’re the ones who buckle down and do whatever it takes. Not like men who need a shiny uniform and union regulated tea breaks. Women get on with it, quietly, riding the bus to their second job while reading a shitty woman’s magazine about who they were in a previous life and how much thinner they were back then. Claire was alone and had barely the means to look after herself, let alon

The smell of her perfume went straight to his cock, and he could feel his pants beginning to strain against the hardening tool. "Well... I've been doing a deep dive on the role of women in the church. I know scriptures recommend women be silent, but I think when women are overcome and filled with the fire of passion they should be able to express it as loudly as the want. What do you think?" She asked innocently.