Woman Things Novels & Stories

When the other women showed off their large statuesque breasts, they were beautiful squeezing them, licking their nipples. Of the four women, three were women with beautiful, round vaginas, all of them had full breasts, all of them were redheads, and one of them was a man, a transsexual, a large, curved penis. Besides them were the two men who had penises as big as hers.

Wendy was practically bouncing on the balls of her feet, wanting to drag me faster than I was moving. "I'm finally going to become a woman!" she exclaimed. "Being a woman is more than getting fucked in the cunt," I said. "Your sister was a woman long before she fucked me. If you wish to have an example of womanhood, you could do a lot worse than any of the three women I share this house with." "I still want to know what it's like," she demurred.

I'm forcefully staring at some prick for twenty fucking minutes and feeling his nasty irritating glare all over my body. The creature known as men, are so fucking annoying. They don't know how to keep their eyes and the thing into their pants where they belong to. They'd run toward you like dogs if you give them a single positive glance. So fucking ludicrous. But here everyone thinks women are fragile and weak. Trust me, a woman can bring a man to fall on his knees with a single glance whether he's dangerous, inhumane or vicious; from a mighty king to a relentless warrior. And history is its biggest testimony.

The neighborhood lay in ruins, with rubble and dust drifting in the air. I furrowed my brows, my OCD pushing me to walk away. Just then, a hunched, filthy woman came in my way. She was wrapped in a filthy down jacket, its original color long buried beneath layers of grime. She clutched a handful of empty plastic bottles, her eyes vacant and glassy. “M-Ms. Bray?” She spoke, her voice raspy and scratchy. I stopped in my tracks and looked at her from a distance. It took a while for me to scan her bloated and wrinkly face before I recognized her to be the once arrogant Little Miss Sunshine.

She heaved a deep sigh after speaking. "We need to come together as women of China to form organizations to fight against these things and put an end to these devilish acts," the oval-headed woman declared with determination. "We second you, my sister," the others chimed in. "Let's exchange contacts and create a W******p group. We need to protect our young girls," they said as they exchanged contact information. Natalie knelt there, completely lost in her thoughts. She couldn't seem to process what had just happened. "Are what those women saying true?" she questioned herself as she managed to raise herself from the floor and drag herself away.

“She is a woman in white.” “That’s just… ghost stories, daddy,” Aislen turned her head. The woman in white stood on the other side of the road watching them go. She did not act as if she needed help, Aislen told herself. But it was still very strange and her dress… “She was dressed strangely.” “She was strange head to foot,” Cameron replied. “What are white women?” “Woman in white,” Aislen corrected him, glad to be able to distract him from his terrible sorrow. “They’re ghosts of women who have committed suicide due to unfaithful husbands or lovers. They like to find a man and drag his spirit back with them.”

My name was Mandy Smith, and I was a hotel receptionist. At the same time, I was a lonely wife. My husband had not touched me in a long time. I had strong desires, and a long period of abstinence had left me squirming with discomfort. I looked at myself in the mirror. Men usually loved my full chest and beautiful bottom. However, whenever I wanted to seduce my husband with all my tricks, he would only glance at me coldly before turning around and sleeping.

And instead of focusing on me, she invited her so-called girlfriend to sit beside her at the dining table. If Dessa had been a man, I would’ve already dealt with her the same way I dealt with every other idiot who tried getting close to Arlene before. But Dessa was a woman—and no matter how irritated she made me, I couldn’t bring myself to handle her the way I handled men. Hurting men was easy. Men understood violence, threats, fear. But women… that was different. I was many things, but I wasn’t the kind of man who raised his hand against a woman just because jealousy was driving me insane. “Dessa, you’re washing the dishes later,” I said irritably.

, Amelia burst out in anger. “Now that I’m out of that hell hole house and have mentally snapped out of the abusive marriage, I too cannot fathom how I tolerated him for so long. Maybe it’s a lack of self worth fuelled by constant criticism about my looks which made me suffer blame and abuse everyday. Many women like me who are not pretty, continue in abusive relationships thinking that they do not deserve the handsome men they have as husbands, and these abusive husbands exploit the vulnerabilities of people like us for their personal gain”, Sarah said sadly.

In Zen's thought, "women are just a toy and entertainment part, and one man can never be satisfied by one woman. They need many and like dresses, woman should be changed as well. The greed for them is like drugs and the more you have the more addicted you get." As the days pass, Karan gets eager to meet the boss aka me who was just the pawn. I didn't pay attention at all but then one moment came and I had to come. The desire to meet his wife got stronger but I couldn't meet her, so he called me for the party which was the day after. And I had no plans to hung there but again the mention of Dia made me stop