She Is A Slut Novels & Stories

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

came down, looking me from head to toe: - I know you. - Said. - I think not. I frowned, pretending she was wrong. - I recognize a slut offered from afar. – She was cruel. - I imagine so... And I know why: sluts recognize each other, don't they? In this case, I reiterate: "I don't know her". You must be confusing me with someone else... In this case, a slut. - What do you do here? Are you after my man?

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.

The hallway outside was quiet, but inside the men’s bathroom my heart hammered like a drum against my ribs. I’m Sylvia, a shameless twenty year old college student, and according to the rumors, the biggest slut on campus. Ever since that video of me making out with five guys went viral, most people pretended not to know my name. They just called me slut, whore, cum-dump. I stopped caring months ago. The names only made me wetter. I didn’t give a fuck. Today, I was finally living up to the title once more.

I stopped her, "And you call her a slut? She doesn't even need to throw herself at me just to prove herself. She isn't desperate and low, she is the woman I love now." She shook her head, "That's not true. You're just saying this to get back at me." "You think?" I mocked. "Yes, look at me Jayden. Tell me you've not been thinking about me all these years. Tell me you stopped loving me and moved on with another woman for over ten years..."

“I taught you nothing of this sort, you slut.” “Your slut” Serena whispered seductively. “Yes, Mine!” Damon growled Another dirty thought popped into her head and with her eyes fastened so steadily on his, she began moving her hips up and down. Damon groaned and closed his eyes. Serena was for sure going to be the death of him, he thought just before flipping her over

She slides down the whole length of me in one, slow torturous stroke. “Fuck, beautiful. Yes, I feel your little pussy grinding against me.” I grip her ass harder, moving her up and down my cock, making the water splash around us. “Is that what my little slut wants?” She moans and leans in so our lips are almost touching. “I’m just your slut, Mike,” she whispers against my lips. “This pussy is just for you. No one else.” “Not anymore?” She shakes her head no. “Not ever.”