Women Who Love Too Much Novels & Stories

Women don't deserve love. One of them broke me, took my love for granted and I have sworn never to love again. I won't break my promise.I turned my room upside down, threw things on the floor and thought I would feel better but nothing. All that I had was a heavy heart and a messy room.Please God take this pain away from me, I don't wanna have a soft spot for any girl. They are all traitors.I punched the wall so hard , blood dripping down the wall but I didn't care.I needed to get rid of the piercing pain in my heart.

She nodded and said, "I have not. I've never been interested in threesomes. Women are crazy, I'm not attracted to them, and I don't like to share. I've also never been interested in fucking two guys at once, even if I could find two guys willing to do this, I prefer to concentrate all of my attention on one lover." I nodded and answered, "Same, basically. I've never been interested in tag-teaming a woman and I think that being with two women would just be a hot mess. Plus, you're right, women, plural, are crazy. One woman is more than enough." Mom pursed her lips to hide her proud smile, as she asked: What is your favorite sex position?

She remembers little stuff on what her husband likes just to avoid any conflict. Some ended their marriage because of too much love. Their partners loved another woman and that made her cousins crazy knowing their husbands infidelity. Even though they knew that men were allowed to have 1 or 2 lovers. She learned that women who are in love were crazy to no extent. So she never entertained any emotions like having a crush or liking anyone. She reached her debut without having any romantic emotions. For she settled to put her interest in books.

“Beta Jax heard you say you love Joshua.” “Don’t people casually say they love their friends? Princess Edith, love is a word often misused, especially by men. It’s mostly us women who get fooled by those hollow words. Words out of someone’s mouth mean nothing if their actions speak otherwise. Love is a hollow word. We say we love nature, yet we destroy it. We often destroy the things we claim to love the most. In reality, people can only love themselves. So, please, do not take these casual conversations too seriously.” I could see Edith’s frustration and anger were escalating.

“She loves you, you know.” “What?” “Wren. She loves you. You’ve never dated. You’ve just fucked the woman you wanted. And then those women turned into fucking basket cases when you said you didn’t want more. But you want more with her because Wren isn’t anything like those women. Don’t do what I did and fuck up a good thing.”

They could not go on like that, as it would drive her crazy. Women were like that. Once they had fallen in love with a man, they would easily go crazy over him.

, I allowed and she smiled. "But wouldn't it be boring to just eat in silence?" She just had to still attempt, women were so insatiable; my own mother included. Once you give them one thing, they want another and another and more. Everyone in life was insatiable but at least people ought to work hard to satisfy their endless desires. Most women didn't think so though, they were content to mooch off men. And when it came to affection, they just kept wanting more and more. "I do it almost every time", I reminded her.

"This is too much." "What's too much?" "All of this. The room. The house. The money. The love." "Why is love too much?" "Because I don't know how to handle it." "What do you mean?" "I mean everyone who says they love me ends up hurting me." "We won't hurt you." "How do I know that?" "You don't. But Jane, love always requires trust." "What if I can't trust anyone anymore?" "Then you take as much time as you need."

I hated that part of me wanted to chase her down the hall, drag her back by her hair, and shove my cock down her throat just to shut her the fuck up. God, I hated needing anything. That's why I didn’t do relationships. Didn’t do love. Love was weakness. Love made you stupid. Love made you vulnerable. Women were meant to be used, not loved. And if they were lucky, I made sure they enjoyed it while they were on my cock. That was the deal. That’s all it ever fucking was. I glanced down again at the panties on the floor. I leaned over, picked them up between two fingers like they might burn me.

one of the women who help me bring my daughters to the hospital said. “ I am not open to love yet Felicia, I just want to focus on raising my kids” I lied. “ You need a man too” the other woman says. “ I know , I need a man, Lucia, I am not just ready for love” I said. “ Good men like this are hard to comeby? They said. “ Oh please, Felicia,Lucia and Melinda please I don’t want to be lecture on love” I said. “ We are saying this because love is a beautiful this that every woman deserves” they said.