Féminisme

Geschieden und wieder verheiratet – ich habe den Überblick verloren, wie oft Aaron und ich in die Ehe ein- und wieder austraten. Er behandelte mich einst wie etwas Kostbares, doch noch kein Jahr nach der Hochzeit beantragte er unsere erste Scheidung. Der Grund war einfach: Vivian kam zurück. „Vivian ist eine Person des öffentlichen Lebens“, erklärte er. „Ich will nicht, dass jemand annimmt, sie würde sich mit einem Verheirateten einlassen.“ Diese Schauspielerin der dritten Garde hatte nichts vorzuweisen außer dem Opfer ihres Vaters. Er hatte für Aaron eine Kugel aufgefangen – ein Leben für ein Leben. Und deshalb glaubte Aaron, er schulde ihr alles. Immer wenn Vivian zurückkehrte, reichte Aaron die Scheidung ein. Und jedes Mal, wenn sie ging, heirateten wir wieder. Beim ersten Mal, als wir uns trennten, ertränkte ich meinen Kummer in Whiskey und torkelte halb betrunken zu seinem Haus. Drinnen warf das Licht einen warmen Schein. Er war bei ihr. Und ich stand draußen und zitterte die ganze Nacht. Beim zweiten Mal verfolgte ich jeden seiner Schritte – Restaurants, Auktionen, Wohltätigkeitsgalas – nur um „zufällig“ wieder auf ihn zu treffen. Mit der Zeit lernte ich dazu. Sobald er das Wort Scheidung erwähnte, packte ich leise meinen Koffer und verschwand aus seiner Villa. Meine Liebe und meine Demütigung hielten mich in diesem endlosen Kreislauf aus Trennung und Wiederzusammenkommen gefangen. Aber diesmal, als Aaron im Standesamt auf mich wartete, um wieder zu heiraten, kam ich nicht.

When a fire destroys young Valiant's family home she finds herself hurled in a life that is attempting to destroy her. "Malcolm, please. I'm tired. It's been years and I haven't told anyone. I just want to be left alone." I pleaded with him for mercy hoping he'd been satisfied with the devilment he'd kept up for years. He grabbed my butt and hissed, "Bịtch, you don't get to say when you're tired. As long as I have access to you, you'll open up and let me fûck you. Now, where's the money I gave from the last time? Did you spend it? Do you need more? I'll stop by tonight. Since you weren't here last night....wait did you fûck him? You let him touch what is mine." My eyes widened in terror knowing that my revealing the truth to him would cause me more pain. I cry uncontrollably for minutes until I hear Roman's voice shouting! "I'm going to kill that motherfūcker!" But there appeared with Roman Driggs, his best friend and battle buddy Reece Shields, sexy, confident and dangerous. Charged with keeping an eye out for Valiant, Reece begins to fall in love with his friend's girlfriend... **** "Damnit woman! I love you! It kills me everyday that I'm not the one! He doesn't deserve you and in spite of what you think about yourself, you're the perfect girl for me. I've never wanted or needed something so bad." He had tears streaming down his face. **** "Reece, I love you and am in love with you. Please help me." "I think I'm pregnant." There's a trail of betrayal, lust and schemes that tear apart the world of two military friends and complicates the love of the remaining couple.

Can you imagine,being pregnant when, you and your boyfriend didn't do it? What do you think is called? S*x and run? Yeah right... She want to end her self, die and never face the world again, kill her child, had a one-night f'ck with the CEO. SHE'S MARIA CLARA ORDONIEZ,SALAZAR. Clara, a wonderful woman, brave and beautiful, she's one of the angels in fantasy club, her home and h'll. Pwede bang maging sanhi ng pag babago ng buhay niya ang isang gabi na hindi naman niya ginusto. Isa siya sa mga, sabihin na lang natin sa napaka misteryosong dalaga sa mundo, hindi alam ang tunay na katauhan, walang nakakalam, she hide her self, perfectly.

DARK ROMANCE | EROTIC | VENGEANCE (Not suitable for sensitive person) " Don't worry, Cupcake. Everything is halal when it comes to us. " He twisted the hair string which was kissing her face. Sort of jealousy maybe. " Even if I f**k you here. " He patted the counter behind her. " On the counter. Or on the floor. Or the table of the shop, or the cash counter of the shop. My touch. " He was scanning her pale face when his back of finger caressed her soft and red cheek. " My desire for you. My intention towards you. Nothing is wrong.." Slap! After a hard sound, his words cut off and silence swathed the whole shop along with the kitchen. What will happen when her blind eyes see the wrath of his darkness? Will his obsession tarnish her soul? Will she see the color of the love she was promised?

Fresh from a business trip, my husband swept me into his arms and pulled me toward the bathroom for a passionate shared bath. As our lips met in a dizzying kiss, I noticed something odd out of the corner of my eye: the toilet lid was down. Seven years ago, after reading an online article claiming that men urinating while standing could splash bacteria onto the seat, he insisted we always keep the lid up for hygiene's sake. In all our years of marriage, it had never been lowered until now. A chill ran through me. The bathroom was pristine, not a stray hair in sight. But then I noticed the shower's water temperature was set five degrees higher than the 98.6°F he always preferred. Men preferred cooler water, and women warmer. In an instant, I realized that Nick Doyle had betrayed me.

Le compagnon prédestiné de Judy l'a rejetée et a épousé la fille de Gavin, le président des loups-garous. Comme si cela ne suffisait pas, il détruit également sa famille et tente de faire d'elle sa maîtresse secrète ! La réponse de Judy ? « Je préférerais coucher avec ton beau-père plutôt que d'être avec toi ! » Gavin est connu pour son pouvoir, sa richesse et ses habitudes de play-boy, et il ne couche jamais deux fois avec la même femme. Mais Judy est sur le point de briser toutes ses règles... encore et encore.

"I'm being f..framed," she stuttered. The fear that gripped her heart in a vice clutch was immense. "Stubborn as f*ck!" He growled as his baritone voice boomed. His obsidian eyes met her fear-filled ones and her stomach churned in raw trepidation. "I s..swear, I...I.. didn't..." Her mind was in the chaos of terror. But just being in the presence of this barbaric man had her heart lurching to her mouth. "Your lies are only fueling my rage, woman." He bellowed, causing her to flinch. She stopped breathing in sheer horror as he prowled towards her like a beast. There was madness in his eyes. He roughly grabbed her jaw, his fingertips digging into her fluffy cheeks causing her lips to pucker out. His dark gaze illicitly roved her body; the unadulterated lust in his eyes... 18+

“Think you can run, princess? Not in this life or the next, you’ll never escape me!” — Pedro “Please Pedro, f*cking die!” — Aelia ——— This man is obsessed with me and at the same time it’s not me he’s obsessed with, instead it’s my appearance but not mine! His deceased first love! But no matter how many times I yell “I’m not her!” He doesn’t seem to listen. He’s too consumed with owning me as a replacement for his dead lover to understand common sense! Oh, did I forget to mention that Mr. Tall, handsome and dangerous is married?! I want to escape him, I want to flee if it means going to the ends of the earth but all my attempts are futile. Even if I BEG he won’t let me go, WORSE yet, even if I BREAK! SERIES NAME: MAFIA’S PET (Vol 1)

Alya a découvert que sa mère avait un cancer en stade final et l'avait accompagné jusqu'à sa mort. C'était au moment de faire le deuil de cette perte qu'elle s'est rendue compte qu'elle devait également faire le deuil de sa relation avec son ex petit ami. D'un autre côté, sa cheffe lui rendait la vie impossible au travail. Ces séries d'évènements l'ont fait sombré dans une dépression. Et c'était pendant cette dépression qu'elle a fait des découvertes et rencontré des personnes qui changeront le cours de sa vie.

Three women. And maybe more... Three stories. And more... All soaked in desire that doesn't care about rules, vows, or shame. These aren't tales of love-they're confessions of raw, hungry need. Lust that makes your cünt throb, your cöck twitch, your breath catch. Pages moist with sweat, wet with cūm, dripping with sin. Fingers, lips, tongues, hands-everything presses, slides, and fūcks in ways that make your pulse race. You'll read about pūssies dripping, cöcks hard and throbbing, mouths gagging and sūcking, āss cheeks spread, tongues sliding inside folds, fingers plunging deep. Every page pulses with heat, with mōans you can feel, with bodies colliding and fücking without mercy. Inside, nothing is sacred. Nothing is safe. A married woman spreads wide for her forbidden lover. A professor trembles as her student takes her mouth. A stranger is bound and worshiped, every inch of her body devoured. And that's just the beginning. Every filthy craving, every desperate mōan, every secret you've never dared whisper-it's here. Women devour women. Men ravage men. Lovers cross every line they shouldn't. So go on. Pretend your fingers aren't twitching to turn the page. Pretend your thighs aren't already wet. Pretend your cöck isn't straining. But once you give in... once your eyes slide across the first word... you'll feel it- the slow, dirty pull between your thighs, the rush of want crawling through you, your body answering before your mind does. And from that moment- you don't just read it. You become it. Your püssy, your cöck, your jūices, your mōans, your filthy, trembling need-all mine to claim, to taste, to drive wild. So tell me-would you be mine? Would you dare turn these cūm-stained pages?