Mulher/mulher Novels & Stories

As virility charged mercilessly, her femininity felt attracted. But back to that, it was so delicious. Aranjo unknowingly squeezes her own breasts that have been soaked by the saliva of the King.

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Thank you. #one_love

This is sounding deeply familiar. Juliana... "This woman, her name? What does she look like?" Antonio stares at me blankly. I try again. "The bad woman... A mulher má... Her name? Nome?" Palms upheld, he shrugs. "Ninguém sabe. Ela é um mistério." "A mystery? What does she look like?" Again, that blank stare... I stand, raising my hand to my head... "Tall?" ... Then lower... "Short? Alta? Baixo? Loiras? Morena?"

Preso No Telemóvel A Nina, assim se chamava a mulher da limpeza, estava connosco havia muito tempo, vinha dia sim dia não, era um pouco faladeira e muito bonita, parecia ser bem mas nova do que era. Eu sempre achei que o pai a olhava de forma diferente, e ela sempre lhe sorria, retribuindo os olhares.

she heard someone call out. The voice sounded a bit loud from the normal tone you would use to get someone’s attention when calling on them. When she finally zoned in to reality, she slipped the locket quickly into her pocket. “Sorry I had to shout a bit, I wanted to borrow your history note and I’ve been trying to get your attention.” The person said again, and Arlene looked up to see a light skinned slender girl in a tight leather leopard skin skirt, mesh black top and gladiator sandals.

My hatred of The nonsense Concept-of-Women's-Happiness-bullshit sister Elise taught me once, two years ago. I remember she said, "--at the end, a woman's ultimate happiness was to fulfill her destiny. To do so, thou shalt be modest but charming, full of smiles, calm in her nature, smooth in her speech, forgiving, loyal and devoted to thy husband, never rejects the will of thy husband and thy attitude towards his wives has no prejudice; sincere and full of understanding--,"

Many were getting maimed or slaughtered by older, battle hardy males who were hoarding females. I was never worried about being hoarded by such males. Nobody wanted to square off with Remus. He had even frightened the two friends I had made into staying back. Kita would then speak to me through the woodline, under scrutinizing glare of Remus. Remus had never favored Kita, who was a rogue male. Kita was female crazy and eccentric. Too full of life and not enough of sense, Remus would say.

I decided to follow the sound hoping for the best. I got to the kitchen, suddenly heaving a sigh of relief as soon as I laid my eyes on her. She stood by the sink, slowly stirring a mix of flour and cocoa in a bowl. Her white Apron had a few stains but she looked relaxed and engrossed in her work. She hadn't noticed me in the tensive room full of maids who were tensive at my presence. The woman close to the entrance shakily went down on her knees and they all stopped what they were doing, drawing Lena's attention to me. She stopped stirring, slowly dropping the bowl and dusting her hands on her apron.

A feminine one. Shit.