Boyfriend Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Jason had finally gotten what he wanted and was as deliriously happy as a mad dog. He posted endless sweet couple photos on social media. Giselle made him look far better than he did in real life. It was a complete contrast to the old days with me, when he would boss me around to take his photos, always stuck in the same stiff, victorious poses. Lately, his photos were filled with silly, relaxed smiles, seemingly influenced by Giselle's cheerful spirit. In each one, he grinned broadly, as if to say, "I've never been happier."

"Your friend has such a weird personality. It must take enormous patience to be friends with him, let alone date him. Despite his good looks, his bad temper probably attracts those with a masochistic tendency." "Why didn't you tell them I'm your boyfriend?" Xoan turned to Yaslyn, his eyes filled with resentment. Yaslyn felt a pang of sympathy looking at Xoan's attractive face, adorned with what seemed like crystalline droplets in his eyelashes. "Alright, this is my boyfriend. I'm that person with the masochistic tendency." Well, Yaslyn was not really masochistic. She just had a boyfriend who acted needy at times, making her look bad.

I’’m smart, fun, and- A young couple passes us, both probably in their early twenties, both model material. The girl looks Hispanic, with an obvious but well done BBL. The rest of her is tall and just thin enough to be considered thicc but not fat. Her boyfriend (that’s what I’m assuming he is) is tall, taller than Blake even. He’s muscular but he’s somewhere between Lewis and Blake; slightly lean with broad shoulders and just enough muscle to show clearly that he’s a gym bro.

“A bооk boyfriend hаѕ gоt to be very hоt, have a ripped bоdу аnd a face thаt wоuld take уоur brеаth away.” I wаtсhеd thе fluѕh rіѕе slowly іn hіѕ cheeks bеfоrе continuing. “Hе саn соmе іn аll different vаrіеtіеѕ, ѕwееt, соwbоу, аlрhа, biker, fighter аnd well, thе gеnеrаl bаd bоу.” “Sо which оnе appeals tо you?”

He's got this huge deal with his investors he's been working on for quite some time now since the past few weeks and although he didn't say, I could tell it was stressing him alot. I made up my mind to get dressed and head over to his house. Besides, what better way to spend my birthday than with him? With enthusiasm and eagerness to surprise my boyfriend at his place, I threw on a very skimpy skirt just the exact same one he likes so much, an easy shirt that wouldn't stand in our way if you know what I mean and a ridiculous amount of lipgloss to touch up my light makeup of mascara and a faint blush then headed over to his place just after picking up a medium sized cake.

We have been at it for a year now and it's been a wonderful year. I got to know that he was a prince even though he could not be considered a ruler. He is been kind and very understanding. We have gone on many splendid dates. Kyson has proved to be the best boyfriend I ever had. That is how I refer to the him now. And I am his girlfriend. Yeahh! I am so happy and satisfied with my life. I have my love and friends that love me for me not the state of me.

I didn't like that. Or maybe I did. I couldn't tell. Maybe I was drunk. Drunk Zinnia and sober Grayson weren't meant to be in the same sentence or exist in the same space, but yet here we were, in a bathroom at the club where my boyfriend left me. His hands dropped to my sides, caging me in. The scent of his cologne hit me— classy but with a rough edge to it. Silver dangled from his neck, hovering dangerously above exposed skin.

All I wanted at night was to finally be the one calling the shots. So what would my perfect boyfriend look like? First, he needed a great voice—low and slightly rough, so that when he said my name, it sounded like waves washing over sand on a quiet night. Personality-wise, he should be gentle but with a backbone. Patient enough to handle all my quirks, but firm enough to pull me out of my own head when I spiraled. Ideally with just the right amount of possessiveness and a vulnerability he only ever showed to me. As for looks, I would start with that model from the landing page and tweak from there. The eyes would need to be a little clearer, with a small mole near the corner of one eye.

"But you? You're drawn to youth, beauty, and people who can give you whatever you want without hesitation. We were never speaking the same language. "So, go. I don't want to see you ever again."

“You use all these?” “Only a couple so far,” Aislen was amused. “My…” She hesitated, trying to find the right word for Talen. “My boyfriend,” she decided. “My lover, he bought all this stuff. We’ve only been together for a little while, so we haven’t made our way through all the toys yet, but we’ll get there,” she added with a satisfied smugness. Talen wasn’t going anywhere, she thought, and so there would be plenty of opportunity to try every single toy he’d purchased. “I can’t even imagine a boyfriend who would buy this sort of thing,” June replied. “Most guys see toys as… you know,” she shrugged. “The enemy.”