Stud Woman Novels & Stories

Her profession was keeping perverts away from her. She had a very pretty oval face with a pale blue eyes. She was moderate in height, well endowed in perfect places. Sandra also had a thin waist and athletic hips. Her big breasts gives most of the guys instant hard-ons when they are with her. Even though her breast is always encased by a bra, it still sways inside her top. She had a flat tummy and a tempting ass that make guys twirl their neck and stumble. She doesn't wear a wedding ring, so she was considered single, but she was so much older than the students, so no students have ever been bold enough to woo her.

Her name was Wu Xia, thirty-four, taught ballet to children aged six to twelve at a studio in Jing'an. Then she stopped. Now she managed a WeChat group for a skincare pyramid scheme, posting before-and-after photos three times daily, collecting likes from women she'd never met. I found her in a coffee shop near her old studio. Same building, different floor. She sat by the window, phone in hand, editing a photo. Smoothening a stranger's jawline.

Especially men," She said with determination and sounded like a hard-core feminist. We talked more. She’s only 17 years old, but she’s interesting and we were getting along well with each other. It seemed like I'd already found a friend at the university. Connor called me for my blood study, and I agreed to come. I was passing by the offices when I read Jason’s name on the office door. The very next second the door opened and I saw a pretty woman step out from there. She’s also a werewolf and a very beautiful one too.

Renee scoffed, pulled out an ultrasound report, and handed it to me. Confused, I took the document. It said early pregnancy, about 10 weeks along. I was speechless. What were these college students thinking? Did they really think they could treat their lecturer like a chauffeur just because they were pregnant? Why was she acting so entitled? "Renee Blue, your pregnancy has nothing to do with me. Why should I take you home?" Her bestie, Fiona, immediately chimed in, "How can you say that, Ms. Jonah? Renee has difficulty moving around because she's pregnant. If it weren't for your car being nice, comfortable, and safe, we wouldn't even want to ask you!"

I send her a kiss sound then hanged up the phone, as the episode started to end, Stan walked out of the bathroom, he may be my chosen mate but damn is he hot. Stan has light brown hair with hazel eyes, is a muscle on top of the muscle of an Alpha, the man has had me in many poses, but right now I would love to be reminded which poses. Drying himself with a spare towel, he let out a breath, “Marcy there’s going to be a new study from the council they think it would be perfect to do your suggestion in giving university bachelors to the omegas, they just want to make sure you aren’t a fake Luna,” his last words made me feel annoyed, I turned off the electric back massager, placed my Doritos on

"You know, she'd always been my favorite. What did you say, Africa ey? To fucking do what? Colonize?" "She's going for her Master's degree in African Cultural and Creative Arts." He gives me a 'what the crap are you talking about? Face'. "The one thing that keeps her sane?" He still doesn't understand. "Her obsession, her Orgasm." Who the hell calls their Job their Orgasm? Yeah, Jenny. With the thought of me calling mass communication my Orgasm creeps up and I shuddered. "Oh...yeah, Wow! That's amazing. You should be happy for her Xena. Wait. You're not happy for her?"

I knew that she was going to blurt something smart but useless for me. "Babes! You know, knowledge is power is time is money," she said. I snorted. "Ughh! stop with the Ambrose." She pouted. "at least that silent ice-man is hot." I sighed. Nothing can be done with this dream girl. "Yo girl, let's start your work otherwise cakey-face would exaggerate your late coming." She said. I rolled my eyes. That's the truth I know cakey-face aka Stacy is one of the waitresses who only works here to get different flavours once a week. She is worse than the brothel I'm telling you.

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Apparently, her face became deformed because she couldn't afford to pay for treatment when she began experiencing side effects from her plastic surgery. "Ms. Harrison, one of the students wants to personally thank you." I snapped back to my senses and watched as a female student approached me. She was holding a freshly-picked daisy, one of the most common flowers in the mountains. "Thank you for giving us a chance to study, Ms. Harrison," the student said as she offered the daisy to me with bright eyes. I kneeled down and accepted the flower, gently patting her head. There weren't any bells, kneeling, or dirty deals this time. There was only a floral fragrance and hope.

She put it on in her Terrios, before started to drive away. At that stage she considered pulling up into the police station and filing a rape case against the man. Ask them to test her blood for a strange substance in it. But the closer she got to home, she realised that it won't help. Most art students didn't have the purest reputations in college. They stay up late. They sometimes drink. Lots of them smoke. Not just cigarettes, also Marijuana. And everybody liked Joe. He was the star student and most of the girls thought he was god’s own gift to humankind.