Insatiable Women Novels & Stories

That expression annoys me to hell and back, "As long as I am still alive, my eyes are alive." "Sure. And I wasn't going to say dead," she murmurs, carefully, "I was going to say uninhabited." "That is the same word." "No, it isn't—" "How are my numbers?" I interrupt, "You can give me an estimate already, right?" "They are pretty much the same, but at least they're not dropping," she responds, "Women hate you more than before." "Oh great." "Universally," she continues, ignoring my tone entirely, "Like, across demographics. Young women, older women, women who normally love bad boys—"

she was so wet that he hurriedly put his thing inside her without noticing her tight entrance. Even though she was tight, Catherine did not bother because she was already carried away with pressure. However, James gets the idea of her purity and pulls out before gently penetrating her again. When he fully gains access inside her, he starts giving her a wonderful pressure she has never experienced in her life. Catherine was moaning and screaming at the same time. it was only the loud music outside that kept others from hearing her voice. This newfound excitement did not allow her to mind the pain she was going through.

Her legs were wide open, showing her red, swollen, well-used cunt. She smiled weakly, her eyes half-closed with exhaustion and satisfaction. “I feel… destroyed. But I feel alive. I’ve never cum so much in my life.” She paused, then whispered softly, almost ashamed: “And I already want more.” The three men smiled. They knew they had awakened something dangerous inside her. This married woman was no longer satisfied with her quiet life. She was addicted now.

Ethan said “She’s not one of them. You think she’s one of those ladies you carry around? Naah,She’s a different species.” Henry said and they both laughed. “What’s wrong with the ladies I dated?” Ethan asked “Nothing is wrong with them actually. Why are you using past tense as if you don’t date them anymore.” Henry said “I don’t.” Ethan replied “Can you really do without them? You change your girlfriend every week Ethan.” Henry said “Are they my oxygen or what? Why can’t I do without them?” Ethan said

Isabella continued, her gaze unwavering, “and after some time, as his energy returns, he will then burst into your pussy as well.” Isabella’s voice took on a fervent quality as she attempted to convey the sheer intensity of the sensation. “The sensation is indescribable,” she declared, her eyes gleaming with the memory of such pleasure. “It’s like a powerful release of energy that fully satisfies you, leaving you utterly sated and wanting to experience it repeatedly.” Savita was captivated by Isabella's vivid descriptions of intimacy. Her initial curiosity grew into a strong desire to experience these pleasures herself, eager to overcome her inhibitions and explore the unknown sensations Isa

My mind was racing. “What price can I pay to keep Rowan by my side to satisfy me this way?” I thought and no idea was coming. I remembered that the reason most women don't do well out there is that they are starved sexually. Once a woman is satisfied, she delivers very well. I need Rowan.

Hell, some have even tried to trap me claiming that they are pregnant with my child. Women are such lecherous creatures. They want someone with a financial background and name that can get them a name and status in the society. All they need is to enjoy a luxurious life with someone who can give them a credit card with limitless transactions option. Oh, I have fallen for that scam once in my life, and I am never doing that again ever in my life.

Because now, I know this will be my whole life. Brian: Having lunch. Inessa: thank you, I am done with my already. Brian: Sorry? Inessa: you forget to ask about me, so as an ideal fiancé I save you from trouble by informing you about my activities. I dated enough women, met a good amount off, more than Inessa’s age I would say, sex too, however, this woman is different from everything. Everything I knew about the female nation is in question after seeing her. She talks way too much, never stops, keeping talking, she doesn’t even inhale oxygen, what kind of creature is she?

Am I just the entertainment to pass around until they get bored? All I can think about is how many years they've lived. How many people they've known. How many women. The thought worms beneath my ribs and starts digging. They're gorgeous, I mean out of this world hot, powerful, confident and more important than all that, genuinely good people. Of course there have been women before me. Why wouldn't there have been? The rational part understands that, the irrational part is considerably less mature.

Whenever the night fell deep and quiet, the familiar craving would flare up within me. It was an unbearable itch, like countless snakes writhing under my skin, always leaving me starving for more. Ever since my husband, Damon Neal, died in an accident, my body had been deprived of his touch and had grown increasingly insatiable by the day. I had exhausted every makeshift remedy at home, but it was never enough. I was at my prime age, where my needs ruled me so much that they painfully yet sweetly intruded on my daily life.