Opposite Of Womanizer の小説・ストーリー

Davis tried hard to stay away from that woman but that woman was clinging on his body like glue. Porishma's heart stumped as she stole a few glances at him. Davis represented everything she hated - a player, a womanizer, a layout, a wasted man, probably a cheater - pretty much a good-for-nothing kind of man and in short a Manwhore. Porishma could not handle the sight as she left him alone with his date without exchanging any pleasant words. She went to the food counter for some suppers but A strong masculine hand took place on her waist that sent her creepy feelings.

"Nonsense! There's no way I'd be interested in any other woman." Travis lifted his chin in defiance. "Well, you can never be too sure. My mentor's list of a thousand men includes those who start off all innocent and full of devotion, but eventually turn fickle. And when those kinds of men turn, they're far worse than others."

Their difference formed a sharp contrast. Westin was surrounded by a group of maids, who all giggled and chattered around him. And he was nice to these women as well, answering their silly questions, and laughing with them despite their difference in status. His handsome appearance, easy-going personality, and charms made him a real womanizer. Damien, on the other side, had fewer people gathered by his side. His cold face intimidated women, no matter how gorgeous that face was. The soldiers loved to sit with him, discussing war tactics, weapons, and man stuff together.

When she has burn out her energy in the stares, she whirl around and zoom off. Women will never change. Despite being treated like a trash she'll definitely come back again tomorrow. As far as a man has power, looks, money and is well adept in bed skills, they'll keep coming for him. It reminds me about one of Igor’s mistresses. Igor never married until his life ended in my hands, but he had a mistress whom he staked claim over. Igor manhandled her yet she couldn’t bring herself to leave him because Igor has money, looks, power.

– Nosferatus asks. - See? You didn't even know. - I know you denied your destined companion because you didn't just want "a woman." You had a harem of women; as I remember, you cared little about them. You were a womanizer... but I never imagined you were bisexual. Caine smiles.

But he always got up, put his clothes back on and left without looking back. But I guess this was really him. James Wilder. The thought that I was just another woman added to his list made me upset. I wanted to be special to him. But he hated to linger after sex. The James complex, he would rather be with women just to forget whatever he was feeling, using his money and power to drown in it. One woman after another, controlling them, dominating them, walking away without giving a part of himself each time. Lord, I had to be the difference.

To motels, probably. "Yes, Elena. You're different..." he said with a low voice. The look is ahead. I remained looking at him, though. Even in the dark, his irresistible appeal is evident. I can't deny that. Of course, that's one of the qualifications of being a womanizer, I guess. "I'm really different. I'm better than them. And I don't like you." "Hmm..." he murmured something I didn't hear clearly. I leaned closer to him.

“Desmond, so you slept with someone else earlier, and now you’re here professing your love to me? “I always thought that you’re not as disgusting as the other men out there. I thought you were my soulmate. But now I know you’re no different than those men out there.” “Don’t ever appear before me again. Otherwise, I’ll play your disgusting video on loop in the hospital.” Desmond panicked. “Eunice, it’s not what you think. Hear me out.” “Get lost…”

Fuckmeat: *Dude's term for a woman in whom he has no interest other than sex. * A woman whose sole purpose is to provide sexual relief for her boyfriend or master. Sandra was a modern, liberated woman. She'd been to the rallies, read the books, attended the classes. She knew that men's attitudes had improved over her lifetime, but were still a long, long way from perfect. And she'd prided herself on raising a man who would respect women, and treat them as equals. She'd been so proud of her son, even when he'd gone through his teenage years.

He wasn’t making the score clear at all. How can he go around ravishing women without giving the rightful due they deserve? To at least let them know what they are worth for. He is a womanizer. Actually, fitting and perfect for her plan of walking into ruination. No strings attached. No commitment. No responsibility. But at the back of Lady Francesca’s mind, she was actually bit disappointed he turned out to be such. In the very least, she wanted to have the man who will take away her innocence and purity would regard such privilege an honor and a source of pride. But with a man, who was almost entitled for having such without reserve, she highly doubts she could receive the regard she expec