Smut For Women Novels & Stories

She couldn’t bring herself to say bosom. “I understand. I wanted to make sure you didn’t attract the wrong kind of attention. You see that man over there?” She glanced over her shoulder at a scrawny middle aged man who was grinning at her. She cringed. “He’s Tom Smith. He’s as smart as they come in investing money, but he gets his way with available and gullible women. He’s not much to look at but he’s convinced a couple of gullible, young women he wants to marry them and they think they’re going to be rich but they end up being duped because they don’t make it to the preacher before he has his way with them. They think since they’re about to get married, it’s alright to engage in sexu

He cupped one of my cheeks, and that light, single touch made my cunt squirm. “Stay with us, Phina,” he murmured, his breath warm against mine. “Be our slut. And the reason why we used slut instead of mate is because we don’t promise you love, or lovemaking. We promise you obsession, fucking hard, protection, and the chance to prove to your asshole husband that he made the wrong choice throwing you away, treating you like you don’t matter. And we will also make sure that you get the chance to defend yourself.”

“I got pregnant before marriage. I already lost my dignity. All I want is for the child’s father to bear responsibility as a parent. Is that so wrong?” Sally gently stroked her belly and stared at me through tear-filled eyes. “Chris, my mom always told me that men with buzz cuts were the most heartless. I never listened to her, and you absolutely disappointed me. “Who are you calling a man with a buzz cut?!” I yelled. “I may be 178-cm tall with a lower-than-average voice. But could you please at least confirm someone’s gender first before you ask them to accept responsibility?! “I’m a woman!”

As A corollary their kinsmen had resolve not to have anything to do with Sonia and get children anymore leaving their mother to carry her burden alone Sonia to, was as guilty as her children, she had been reported seen meandering from one man's house to the other in the village, breaking homes as she tried to snatch married men from their wives Being aware of hey beauty and the impact she still had on men even with get long years of marriage, she enjoyed it to the fullest To the sheer detriment of other unlucky village women that were not as beautiful and exposed Although, she learnt her lessons when hey victims (those women she was trying to snatch their husband from) conspired against her

When women are oppressed, it's tradition. ― Letty Cottin Pogrebi “Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.” ― Margaret Atwood “Life affords you infinite possibilities to pay more attention to what is actually happening. Not just around you but what is Inside you.” ―Jeff Warren

"Yes, Miss." "Lisa, why don't you bring Rose into the kitchen, give her some water or whatever she'd like to drink. I need to have a conversation with Slut." Slut turned to face me, suddenly worried. I smiled at her, my smile growing wider as Lisa and Rose left. "You're faced with a choice now, Slut. The choice for you is quite plain, and quite simple. You've been a very disobedient and unprincipled slave. Cumming without permission is a punishable offense to most dominants. I'm sure your Mistress would be very upset to learn you've been having orgasms without permission. Would you agree?"

My mother asked with her nose flared up in anger. "I had a birthday party thrown for you and all you could is come out and do this nonsense with a *wolfless* girl who is not your mate." She continued, hitting the bull by the horn. Then slowly, Rose stood up to her feet. She was naked. "So the next thing you do now is seduce men into sleeping with you." A pack member said and they all shook their heads. At her. Why not us? "You can't blame her. She is nothing but a slut." Another remarked.

I was trying to be quiet, but I was so wet that it was making a smacking noise from my palm on my clit. Fuck yes. I love what I'm doing. The women were so hot, sucking and fucking each other's pussies. I dropped the magazine in my chest and laid my head back on the pillow. I bit my lips. “Yes, right there. Ughh I was going to cum. “Not yet.” I heard from the door. I gasped and jerked my finger from my pussy. My heart was pounding in my clit, almost making me orgasm. I stood up as fast as I could to see John standing in the doorway. My face was red.

I answered uneasily, "Mother said she would teach me, but then the accident happened and... There was no chance." “Well, that's fucked up,” she exclaimed going to her desk and taking out a silver case “Shaving should be a constitutional right for women, we want to differentiate ourselves from men and stand out. They are the disheveled ones who like to show their hair, I love skin that is smooth and unimpeded to the touch.” “You make Mark shave?”

Tru smiles, “Apparently along with the knowledge of dragons, men forgot how to please women. It was believed women didn’t have orgasms, so when they had sex, it wasn’t enough to fulfill them. The need for physical release manifested in symptoms of depression and anxiety. Doctors would rub the outside of a woman’s sex until she convulsed. Later doctors created a device to make it easier. Then it was sold as a household appliance, like a microwave.” “That’s… I’m not sure what to say.” I am not sure how the world changed from the place I know to the one Tru does. “This time is more advance than mine in some ways and yet behind in others. I have no idea what magic or who could yield magic strong