روايات وقصص ضمن Sexism In Books

"Disgusting, lousy female lead who's promiscuous and has questionable morals. The author must be sick in the mind, what trashy content… This comment is too long, but the insults and prejudices in this comment clearly come from some feudalistic mindset." The author remarked, "Wow, turns out that women who are obsessed over traditional women's virtues follow my book, too. You hate my book so much and are disgusted by it, yet you continue reading it. Just say out loud that you love me, don't try to hide it or cover it up with hatred. That'll only make my heart break. Your love for me is so irrepressible." Just then, the author saw another comment that read, [Just reading through your comments g

Her feet were crossed behind her, moving from side to side as the rest of her body moved to whatever tune was playing in her mind. He found himself constantly distracted by her movements. The emails were going unanswered while she was reading one of those sex books she’d found in one of the rooms. One of his wolves enjoyed some kinky books, which he didn’t have a problem with MAYA reading. Anything that got his woman hot and horny was only a benefit to him. She turned the page of the book and started reading again. The scent of her arousal filled the room, making it harder for him to concentrate on the latest email. He dealt with the financial problems of his pack.

My jaw clenches so hard it hurts. "This bastard." I continue reading, my rage mounting with each oppressive statute. The further I go, the worse it gets. Some laws practically treat women like livestock. Others treat them as property to be used and discarded at will. One particularly vile passage suggests that a woman's worth is measured only by her ability to produce healthy male offspring, comparing a barren wife to barren soil—useless and deserving of abandonment. I slam the book shut. The sound echoes through the office like a gunshot. "No wonder this pack is a mess."

And lastly, Dr Smith Crowe; my former college professor, the man I shamelessly flirted with and then ghosted, sat there with that calm, authoritative stare that still made my stomach clench and my clit throb. Fuck. These men didn’t bother hiding that they were filthy animals. And the worst part? I didn’t care. I loved it. In the real world I’ve always felt like a six, maybe a seven on a good hair and makeup day. Average height, decent curves, nothing that usually stops traffic. But here? With these seven powerful men staring at me like I’m the only meal they’ve craved in years, I feel like a goddamn ten. Their raw hunger makes me confident. Bold. And so fucking horny I can barely think strai

“Are you sure? You’ve been squirming all session. And what’s that smell? It’s kind of… musky.” My blood ran cold. Could they smell the mix of cum and my arousal leaking around the plug? I forced a laugh. “Probably just my body spray. Sorry.” The group continued, but I could barely concentrate. Every laugh, every casual glance from my friends felt like a spotlight on my secret. Here I was, the good girl who had always been responsible, sitting in a college library with my stepfather’s cum trapped inside me by a sex toy, my pussy stretched and dripping while I pretended everything was normal.

Trying to push someone into a giant vat of molten acid would come high on that list. “Let’s see if you’re all woman.” Sonny’s hand began to slide lower. The problem was, deep down, I’m sexist. Whether I was born that way or a product of my environment, I believe women should be treated differently to men. Not in all things, but certainly in some. It isn’t a popular view, especially when said out loud in public, but the instinct is hard to deny. Which isn’t always a bad thing. Sometimes sexism can be beneficial to women.

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Most of them didn’t understand polyamory and thought it was group sex or having more than one girl on a string at a time, and that wasn’t what I was after. I wanted to expose the practice for what it was, not what people thought it was. I felt that I was learning something every day about it by reading books that talked about the subject. Who knew that A****n would be filled with books about Reverse Harem? They seemed to be a popular topic, and I must admit a few of them had me hot and sweaty at night with my hands in between my leg. Something that I regularly did, but never with no one in mind. He would be a hot guy, and he would want me, that was the only credential. Now, I couldn’t look a

“Hey, that’s cheating. You said we were only picking three books, but you’ve got four.” She grinned. “I just couldn’t resist this one. I’m definitely checking it out.” I shrugged, not wanting to argue. Chloe had always been a bookworm, even before I knew how to read. We headed to the counter and placed our books down. Chloe glanced at mine and then back at me. She knew I never typically picked up books written by men, especially ones about love. She always said men didn’t understand love the way women do, that they weren’t made to feel as deeply.