Novel & Cerita Women Who Love Too Much

"Sister, our community used to be a family building assigned by the bank. Although it is an old house, it is still very safe." Sister Wang, the fat landlord, was panting while climbing the building, but Amway didn't bring any trouble to her house. Sister Wang really likes this beautiful, cute girl. Just came back from abroad, and no boyfriend, live alone, worry free.

There was a squelching sound of their body fluids meshing together as Colter’s girth had now entered her wholly. “Oh fuck, I’ve forgotten how big you were” Vida said in a lusty voice that made Colter groan again. “Now let me love you so much that you’ll never run away from me ever again.” “Yes please” Colter pleaded and Vida worked her hips up and down, remnants of their liquids splashed around as Colter enjoyed Vida while she was on top of him. It was an amazing feeling to her, she felt the love build all over, over and over again as she straddled him. The bed creaked but they paid it no mind, they wanted to destroy the frame even with the sheer intensity of their love making.

Slowly dried her fingertips. "As women..." she spoke quietly, "I think we make the same mistake far too often." She crumpled the towel in her hand. "We measure our happiness by how much our husbands love us." She looked at Jovi. "So when they become busy... when they become tired... when they become less expressive... we think we've become less lovable." She smiled faintly. "But that isn't always true." Jovi was silent. Nerissa continued. "Some of us cling so tightly to being loved that we forget to give it."

"That robbery… Bennett arranged it?" "A vessel should know its place. Your only job is to keep my sister's heart healthy. Stay out of everything else." Vanessa tilted her head back and laughed. When Kara returned to the room, the game of truth or dare was still ongoing. This time, Bennett lost again. The question was 'Do you love your current girlfriend?' Standing just outside the door, Kara clearly heard Bennett scoff. "Love Kara? She's just a vessel. How could I possibly love her? Stop asking stupid questions."

Step by step, she drew him in. Eventually, she succeeded in sleeping with him that night. But even in that moment, Eric was not fully there. Jessica was fully in control of the love making Eric feel less of a man. Although, he had never been with a woman before. All these years, he had kept himself. He had made a promise—to come back for the girl who saved him when he was younger. That promise had stayed with him making him to stay away from other women. But that was not enough reason for her to humiliate him like that.

Only fools are lured by love, while I know what I need fitting. It is not love that I need, but power. I want my life to be in a good position and have ease and power. Love will only make things more complicated, and I am not someone who will make love the foundation of my life. More than that, I don't need it. Let's be realistic. The existence of love is just a burden. There's nothing fun about being in love, but rather the self-torture of wanting more and obsessing over something that doesn't even deserve to be obsessed over. Love is too trivial but too troublesome.

Trust me I respect women a lot, mom taught me well but women who throw themselves at me are all the same thing, in the end they want only one thing but they hide it in disguise of love. I'm not saying love is bad or anything, I mean I've seen countless proof of love being the best thing to happen to anyone. My mom and dad, Rhys and Belle, Uncle Alex and Aunt Sage, Elaine and her fiance, Ethan and Ava. They all have love and it's beautiful, sometimes it makes me feel like the odd one out but then again, it's just not my thing. I don't see myself sticking to one woman for a long time, it's next to impossible.

"Why?" "Because I don't like the idea of living under the same roof as your ex." He hums and walks over to me. He leans down and places both of his hands on the bed next to my thighs. I lean back, causing him to hover over me. I looked into his eyes to see he was amused. "Most women get angry when they are under the same roof as their husband's ex because they love them. Why are you angry about it?" "Do you remember when you said if I marry you I won't have to share you?" He nods. "I'm marrying you because I don't have to share you. Now it feels like I do."

I who never had been in any kind of relationship with women, that me was sleeping naked with a woman last night. I just hate women's love because they're all fake. They can do anything for money and frame. Their love is like a fake scenerio which they use to brainwash the men. Women can never be trusted but the girl from last time she was different. She didn't asked me for anything and left without causing any drama. "Who exactly she was? Doesn't she knew that I'm freaking rich? If she has asked me for anything I could have given her to avoid future headaches!"

neither hunger nor anything else. "You did not eat anything for two days. you will faint!" She said worriedly. "I want some relaxation. mom! Please don't force me." Sia was irritated by her affection. She denied and ascended the stairs. Patricia saw her back desperately. The sound of the door slamming startled Patricia. After the shower Sia's hair was wet. She did not dry it and laid down on the bed. She was feeling feverish. She ate medicine. She felt her head was about to burst through in pain. She took a nap for a moment. A message ringtone broke the silence in the darkroom. She glanced at the phone. She saved his number by the name of Devil.