She Is A Slut Novels & Stories

If I were him, I would have cut off anyone’s tongue that spewed such nonsense about my sister. “Do you know what a slut is?” Before she could speak, I mumbled, “You’re not a slut. For obvious reasons, the meaning stands for me.” “You’re calling yourself a manwhore?” I tilted my head and raised a brow and she snorted. “That doesn’t make me feel better.”

"You know, I can be a slut for you if you want? It's not so hard. Take me to a room upstairs. Or maybe the restroom? I am not into vanilla sex, so I won't mind you pounding my pussy like a piston." I gulped down the rest of my drink and stood to my feet. Slipping my hand into my pocket, I took out a hundred-dollar hill and pushed it to her. "I'm not interested, but I am impressed by your nastiness. It's what I like in women. But fucking you won't solve my problems, would it?" Her face fell, and she looked down at the dollar bill and picked it up. "Is this to insult me?" I leaned towards her, bringing my lips to her ear. "I thought you love being slutted out? Shouldn't it turn you on so you f

“Put this on. We can’t have you looking like a slut in front of the Winters’ family.” A slut. The words almost made Leanne laugh out loud. That was what she was, a high-class slut. A whore. Nothing but a plaything for rich and powerful men. She forced a smile to mask her pain, silently pulled out the outfit from the paper bag and her eyes widened in amazement as she did.

She gasped, clawing at his shoulders, tears streaming but her hips still moved, still grinding, still taking every thrust. “Look at me,” he demanded, pulling her hair until her face tilted back, eyes rolling. “Say it. Say what you are.” Her voice broke, barely a whisper. “I’m… I’m your slut.” Rhett’s laugh was derisive and cruel. “Not just mine, songbird. My dirty fucking toy. My cock sleeve. That’s all you are right now.” His hips snapped up so hard she screamed, her nails digging into his skin until she thought she’d break him open.

I actually wonder. “I’ve seen more than a few girls like you. Sluts that find some way of grabbing a man’s attention to elevate yourselves, but let me tell you something, girls like you always end up locked up in the darkest cell of the dungeon at the end of the day. Dirty greedy sluts.” She glares at me now while I look back at her, completely unfazed by it all, her attempt at intimidation completely fickle and ineffective. “Ah, I see, my bad. And what level of slut are you…? Moderately clean and generous?” I ask politely, offering the sweetest smile possible just as her face turns brick red with embarrassment.

She's the woman who knew well how to use her body to her advantage. She spent almost half of her life as a slut. She may not have chosen it but it was who she is. A woman who only knew worldly pleasure. Her whole being is circuited that way. I never thought I would see her in a different light. I never thought I would want to tear the whole world down just because I watched her breaking down in front me...

Her tears never fell down, and it was scary like she was afraid to cry. "When I was doing drugs, I wasn't in control. I did stuff I'm not proud of." She looked around the room. "It's not only this. Doesn't people think if girls wear short clothes, changes her boyfriend, talk to boys friendly is a slut?" She jabbed her finger in my chest. "Tell me. Why am I considered a slut if I change my boyfriends, but boys are considered playboys and people say with so proud?! Why nobody ever sees that I break up because of their mistakes? Why? Just why?"

"He asked for my math assignment. I decline. He tried to hit on me .I slapped his hand away " "Liar !!!" "I am not lying Kelly ....and i don't want someone as filthy as him to even look at me " "Shut upp! You slut !!" What did she just call me ? She called you a slut ??!! She called ANNA WATSON a slut .. Ok Ok "Bitch ....don't get me mad " i stated . She chuckled . "You are such a whore " Thats it .. I grabbed her hand twisted it behind her back earing a big "oww " from her

I was about to talk when suddenly I received a hard slap. “You slut!” I could hear the giggle in her voice. Slut?! She's calling me that without knowing she’s the one who stole my ex-fiancé from me? “Listen carefully, Lena. You're the one I should call a slut! Or you're more than that!” I faced her. Our discussion caught the customers’ attention.

Cumslut. That’s who I am. I’ve been called plenty of things: slut, whore, fucktoy, pornstar, cocksucker, and gangbang queen. But cumslut sticks to me like sweat after a hard fuck. It isn’t an insult. It’s a crown. You don’t get it by accident. You have to earn it, and I’ve mastered every skill it takes to be a true slut. At twenty-five, I know exactly what it means. I’m the woman men ache for when their wives fall asleep. I’m the body they crave when restraint shatters.