Smut For Women の小説・ストーリー

I bellowed. My voice echoed in the parking area sounding a little stupid and comical. But that was completely opposite to my mood right now. I have had enough. From the time my puberty hit and my second gender test result came out. I have been continuously hearing things like, "Omegas are whore", "Omegas are so slutty", "Why do they go around spreading their scent, trying to seduce everyone, how shameless". "Omegas are born to breed", "Omegas are scum".I am sick of hearing it. My life hasn't been all sunshine and daisies. I don't even get the treatment of a normal human being and these people think that they are achieving nirvana by demeaning us.

Just when I had thought that I finally secured my dream job. Now this? Pretend to be his woman? For a week? What game is this? "Which is why I need to know your self control game, because being my woman, you'll be doing a lot of stuff, I don't want you to do that while wet underneath," he added, the smug little smirk not leaving his face. I cringed as the words slipped out of his mouth. How can someone spew such smut words with so much comfort? Has he no shame whatsoever?

Motherslut jumped at the chance to answer my question, desperate to explain herself and her intentions, but stopped herself from answering at the last second. She finally said in a voice that cried sorrow and distress, "I was just wondering what you are attracted to in a woman. With everything we have been through today, I was hoping that I could be that for you. I was hoping that if I was able to show you what you mean to me and prove to you that I was willing to attract you to me, then maybe you wouldn't be so humiliated and conflicted by my actions towards you."

Even the mods became invested in it as Wanda’s sexpert quiz became an eye-opener to everyone. “Would I ever have sex during my menstruation period? Oh, hell no! I think it’s disgusting with blood going everywhere. By the time you’re done with it, it will look more like a rape or murder scene. Besides, most men don’t know how awful menstruation is for a woman. Apart from PMS, we get sore breasts, cramps that make walking painful, bloating stomachs and a negative libido. I can’t imagine myself having sex during shark week.”

Clive cleared his throat and looked embarrassed before he replied, “There are those who believe that Omegas are nothing more than slaves and to fullfill the desires of unmated men. “That’s fucking bullshit! No one has the right to treat anyone like that!” Mitchum shouted, flailing his arms as he did. “Take it down a notch, you’re scaring her Mitchum. You’re right though, no one has that right and it won’t be happening on my watch.” Siobhan had looked up wide-eyed as Mitchum ranted and she was a pretty girl. “I’m sorry miss, I didn’t mean to upset you,” Mitchum apologized.

As intended, Sam was the only one who heard him and she didn't blink. "What was wrong with that? Are you objecting to the fact of her expertise? Or do you have some other term in place of 'slut', given that she has been with that man only twice? In fact, let me ask you, on a social level, which is worse, that 'slut' is viewed as a strong negative put-down for a female, or that there is no positive or even neutral term for the behavior? Nor is there an equivalent male term."

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.

Olivia says and laughs. Gemma steps forward. "That's why we created a cult for women like us. It's not like a cult group. It's just the word. But in that cult, every woman is a forte. Whenever one of our members is in distress, we offer her the comfort she needs. Now, don't take this wrong, okay?" I nod my head. The idea sounds nice but I don't think I'm interested. There's something that doesn't feel right. My gut tells me so.

The voice is deep, and although refined, sounds dangerous. Then I hear another voice------ voices I mean. “She’s trembling.” “She’s ready.” “Slut already knows what she came for.” Slut. That words that's an insult to some makes my breath hitch, and my thighs clench together. I have never been normal, and although I'm ashamed of my needs and urges, that's exactly why I'm here; to do sick, degrading things that normal people will throw up at. Pain makes me quiver, humiliation makes me leak pussy juices down my legs and degrading words bring me pure, dirty pleasure.

Devraj hasn’t invited anyone except few neighbours whom he can mould easily by money in future. Smriti went inside their bedroom and found her sister getting ready. She was five months pregnant and having a baby girl and she was glowing. Two young maids were helping her getting ready and they were the same two girl from that night. She felt irritated seeing them and her heart got burnt. *They called her sl*t whereas in real her sister took away her love.* Her son was staying in the house. She didn’t have a courage to meet her sister with her own child. ‘Di you came. I am so happy.’ She got up from chair and hugged her. The poor soul kept no grudges.