Novel & Cerita Las Mujeres Que Aman Demasiado

“And the only woman I am interested in is you.” For now, Anna added silently, wishing she could believe him. It would be incredible to feel truly secure in a man's love, to know without any element of doubt that you were adored, and that even if he displayed visual appreciation for another no other Woman had a chance of capturing his heart. Such a hope belonged in the realms of fantasy, she decided ruefully, as the car became part of the flow of traffic entering the inner-city perimeter. The reality was a combination of harsh facts and formidable statistics that existed as irrefutable

The woman’s voice dripped with venom. “Exactly.” Another woman joined in. “She’s young and beautiful, I’ll give her that. But beauty fades. And Dante won’t stay interested for long.” I should have walked away. I should have turned around and left before I heard more. But my feet stayed planted. “She’s probably a virgin too,” the first woman said with a bitter laugh. “Men in our world love virgins for their egos, but they get bored so fast. Trust me, I know. My husband couldn’t wait to marry a ‘pure’ girl. Now he’s fucking his secretary while I’m at home with a vibrator.”

"And brutally honest." "Indeed, I am." "If you speak that way to every woman you meet, you would definitely grow old alone. Most women love sugar coated words. They want flowers to come from a man's mouth, and you certainly don't know how to do that." His eyes narrowed. "I don't do sugar coated words, nor I want to please women." She didn't doubt that. It must be the opposite. Women must be the one who wanted to please him, but she doubted if a woman could stand his overbearing character for long.

"You can take your money and shove it where the sun never shines." Damian looked around, hating the attention they were getting. "Look, lady, I have never and would never touch a woman inappropriately. I don't have any reason to." "Oh, of course!" She wasn't even trying to control her voice as she gestured wildly with her hands. "You have no reason to because women throw themselves at your feet, right? Men like you think you're a blessing from God to women, and so you can do whatever you want. And if they're rich, then that's even better."

I fúck women with fire in my veins, and I crave the ones who are deliciously out of reach or secretly off-limits. I am a lésbian, loudly, unapologetically, and with a reputation I earned the hard way. I have fúcked women who were mistakes, women who were married, women who taught me things I still think about in quiet moments, and women who ruined me just enough to make me crave the next one harder. You may consider me a slút, but I’m not. I’m just a woman who fúcking loves other women, especially the pretty ones.

“Same sex?!” Another high-profile influencer cried out in surprise, “You mean, he’s a woman?!” “That’s impossible! Absolutely impossible!” Sally teared up as she looked at Maria and pointed at me. “Chris, it has to be you! You must have bribed her! You refuse to take responsibility for our baby! You don’t want to marry me! You’d rather change your sex just to stage something like this! How could you be so heartless?!” I wore a cold smirk as I watched her accuse me hysterically.

I won’t do that to a fellow woman. These women deserve to be loved for real, no one deserves to be used and manipulated. I won’t sit by and watch you treat them this way!” she lets out furiously, going on and on about the ladies, accusing me of trying to chose one of them as a rebound. I tried to pull her aside and explain to her, but she looked furious because of our earlier arguments and she wouldn’t listen to anything I have to say. “For fucks sakes, Liam, are you insane?

"Do you ever feel like loving just one woman for life is… a waste?" "What’s to waste?" "Well, I mean… so many men are out there chasing variety. Wanting to experience different women, different relationships. You’ve never thought about that?" She voiced a fear many women had: was her love enough to keep him forever? "If I wanted women, all I’d have to do is wave my hand and they’d come running. But I don’t want just anyone. I want you. "Because I love you, there’s no space in my heart for anyone else. Those men who go from woman to woman? They’re not players. They’re just sad. They haven’t found their soulmate. Their hearts are empty, so they use their bodies to distract themselves.

" Amanda was slightly stunned, her gaze towards Ruby changed a lot, no longer as sharp and arrogant as before. Ruby was older than her; if she didn't get married soon, she would be forty. "Ruby, those who despise the happiness of others will be despised by even more powerful people. We live to live for ourselves, not to live in the eyes of others, or to live in the evaluations of others. As long as we feel happy, that is true happiness, that is the real self. Especially for us women, the more no one loves us, the more we must love ourselves, because the person in this world who is willing to tolerate you is the right person you meet at the right time."

she hissed, and Mark only smiled, his pupil dilating. “That I’m innocent? That I’m not like nurse Tina, who’s experienced? Who can easily take off her bra and pants for you?” Lily seethed her voice, raising an octave. She quickly covered her mouth when her brain registered what she had just said. Mark bobbed his head, eagerly smiling at her. He did, in fact, hate something, and that was the fact that he found Lily attractive, despite her being an innocent, inexperienced baby. There was one thing he hated—girls his age or younger. He preferred older women, but Lily was different.