Boyfriend Wedgie Novels & Stories

“I gave the Dream Boyfriend app a review and I got some free coins. I can finally buy you a new getup!” “Yay! You would do that? For me?” But Ecto’s grin would soon fade as Kate clicked the shopping basket icon and, rummaging through the vast selection of fashion items in Boyfriend Makeover, she passed over all of them then swiped to the least visited options. “What are you looking for, Katey?” “I know it’s around here somewhere. I saw it here before… Oh, found it!” It was a cross-dressing combo. “Nooooooo….” Ecto’s protest sounded like he was falling down an elevator shaft. “If you buy those, you are just going to waste your coins because I am never going to wear them.”

My wedding was just around the corner. I brought my parents and soon-to-be in-laws over to see the new place. They wandered the rooms, taking in the layout. Then came a sharp, piercing scream from the master bedroom. It wasn't my mother's voice. I set down what I was holding and rushed to the master bedroom. My parents' faces had turned ashen. I saw Raphael Lindt—shirtless, muscles tense—casually picking up a woman's bra from the floor and tossing it onto the bed.

I clarify, making his eyebrows shot up in surprise, "I like your chattering. I just don't like it when you go off about something completely inappropriate, usually ass." "I can't help I like ass so much," he immediately defends himself, "You talk a lot about ass too. About shoving things up my ass, more specifically. I won't ever let you do that, by the way. I had a friend... I won't tell you who he is because you'll meet him at the wedding and I want to keep his privacy, but he said he let his girlfriend touch his ass. And he liked it a lot. Now they're getting married, so..."

Anyway, I would always be in trouble. But I would like to preserve my friends from that obligation to get involved in my problems. At least as far as I could avoid. As long as the box remained stored in the back of my wardrobe, I would be fine. I could keep it a secret about that gift. It's not as if everyone could suspect that the Brotherhood was offering me perks to persuade me to join them. A gun was the least.

Her nose implant was knocked clean off. "You bitch! How dare you cheat on me? You're that desperate for action, huh? You even got me infected with syphilis! I'm going to fucking kill you, you bitch!" Joseph lost it, too. He started kicking Mabel's stomach over and over. "Bitch! If it weren't for you, Stephanie would never have broken up with me! If it weren't for you, I'd already be the chairman of Empire Group! "Go to hell, you fucking slut!"

I was one inappropriate comment away from committing a felony. Hours ago, I’d caught my boyfriend – ex-boyfriend now – making out with his gym buddy in the coat closet at his brother's wedding. His brother's wedding. Do you know how humiliating it is to hear Bruno Mars’ Marry You playing faintly in the background while your boyfriend passionately explores another man's dental records? Yeah. It's soul-crushing.

"While everyone was still waiting for the bride, your fiancé's boyfriend showed up at the wedding and caused a scene." I looked around to see if anyone was listening, and then I leaned forward, my head swirling in confusion. "When you say boyfriend–" "Turns out the reason the Ramodisa's were so desperate for Gift to get married, was to hide the fact that their precious son is gay." "Wait, so..." My initial worry after running away was that he must have been humiliated because since he was Mr Popular. Turns out the joke was on me, had I went ahead with the wedding, I would have been a part of such a scandal and turned into a laughing stock.

"I — I'm so sorry, I thought you were Phillip." "It's okay, first time traveling in magic ruby ​​shoes was stressful," Wiggy replied, scratching his curls. Phillip immediately pulled his sister closer. "You're doing it on purpose, don't you?" "Come on, Philly, she's scared and her eyes are closed. She must haven't done that on purpose." Wiggy immediately got up to clean the back of his pants. His heart is a bit disappointed, it would be more exciting if the hug was not an accident. The youth took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

“Or you might see one of your stalkers there.” “Funny you should mention that.” Sidney sat back and pulled her laptop across her knees. “Oh, no. What?” Wes rolled his eyes and did the same with his computer. “One of my online ‘boyfriends’ is talking about coming to the fest.” Sidney used her fingers to quote boyfriends. “I’m sure he’s full of shit, but that’s what he’s saying.” “And you’re not alarmed by this?” Wes squinted his eyes and turned his face near profile to her.

I do believe they like each other otherwise the marriage wouldn’t have lasted long. As a middle child, I lacked the attention both my siblings had. I always tried to keep myself out of trouble but trouble always seemed to find me. Now here I am. Hiring a girlfriend from an escort agency to take Italy to attend my cousin’s wedding. As I explained before I don’t have time to date, and I need someone to attend this disastrous wedding with me. So I decided to hire someone for the job. “Elite escorting agency?” - I hear a girl on the other side of the phone