Chéri Novels & Stories

he said encouragingly. “I’m just a simple waitress…” He smiled again and Cheryl started at him a little bit longer than she’d wanted. “I was trying to find out your name…” “Oh, sorry… It’s Cher… Cheryl… Richards,” she answered, almost hesitantly. Was she reluctant to give him her name? The novelty again intrigued Nikolas, as did the faint coloring of her cheeks. Women were usually eager for him to know who they were, glad to draw his attention… “Cher…” he echoed. “I like your name…”

His eyebrows raised in question, “I'm Ashanti. Ashanti Dunbar, and you? “ His eyes watched my hands longer than I felt comfortable with, I was about to withdraw them when he covered them with his hands. His hands are big, my hand fits perfectly into his like it was made for this. I mentally scold myself for thinking such. Before I could wander further into my thoughts, his deep baritone voice came. “Roman. Roman Domino "

right at the moment, cornered by two lions in the den. "Amy Leah, Dakota, this is Martin Marcini, he's Italian and lives here in New York. Martin, this is my wife, Amy Leah!" "Pleasure to meet your acquaintances, Señorita!" he took my hand and kissed the back of my palm, much to Desmond's annoyance. But I giggled at his sweet gesture. Totally different from his character when we first met him. "Hrmm! Martin, this is Dakota Weasly, MY WIFE'S best friend!" Desmond emphasized the two words while angling his eyebrow at Martin.

I added. "But why would you call your wife a hatchling?" he asked in confusion. Hearing his words, Macan and I burst out laughing, realizing his point. "Sorry, bro. I didn't know why either," Macan replied, trying to calm himself as he briefly explained, "It's just a custom there to use some endearing words to call your lover or partner," while helping me dress up. "There are also other terms you can use, like honey, darling, sweet cake, and more," I added.

“You’ll have to tell me all your secrets.” “Please. At least buy me dinner first.” “I’ll do that. How about after the party?” I ran through a mental checklist at hyper speed. The developer had already given his welcome speech, and we’d finished all the black bowfin caviar, the champagne, and almost all the divine pastries baked specially for me by an elderly French woman whose name I guard more fiercely than the list of men I’ve slept with.

"Baise-moi!!! [Besmwoa] (fuck me) Groaning, he cursed. "Now, come closer. Mon chéri" [Mosheri](Sweetie). He put his drinks on the table and leaned his head on the armrest of the couch, making his body lay flat on it with one of his legs up on the seat while the other was still stepping on the floor. "Sit on my face. I wanna have a taste of that sweet-looking pussy," the man ordered, grunting in extreme arousal.

Hoping that she would not pull away from him as he did this, Cazer answered, “That does not mean we are less deserving of it.” These words being something he possibly needed to hear too, Cazer rose from his knees a little to affirm them with a kiss. Her lips seemingly drawn into the allure of his familiar embrace, they lowered to return his sentiments. Pulling away for an instant, as Cazer crept his way further onto the bed, Chiri’s fingers entangled themselves with his dark locks as she sighed defeated, “Damn it Cazer, why can you never just let me hate you?”

She let her hands hang loose around her husbands shoulders. After an amazing time, they both reached their climax. "I love you so much chéri." Andre whispered as he put a strand of her brunette hair behind her ear. She blushed, she always felt shy, no matter how many times they had made love. "I want you forever ma moité" He whispered his warm breath tickling her neck. He felt like the luckiest man alive, from the day he laid his eyes upon her ; he knew right there and there she was the one. -

They passed the phone around and I have to say my wife was doing a good job of not looking mortified. "Is that velvet on the handle?" "Looks like, I'm getting the purple one." "Get me one too Tina, I'll take pink. I'll pay you later." "How you gonna get pink Char? You know that's my favorite color." "Well hell El, put your name on it, you can personalize." "I wonder if Daniel could come up with one that works like Viagra." What the fuck? "Char, you having problems?" "No, but every now and then I want a little extra but my guy is getting up there"

Not hard when the man made her smile at his jokes. I understand, she answered. Can we meet tomorrow at 3? I Googled and found a place that seems to be popular there in Lafayette called La Roux. Know where that is? Cher, I’m a native. I know every crack in the sidewalk around here. Morgan smiled and typed, Cher? I’m not that tall or old enough to have had a singing career since the 60s! LOL. It means dear in French, he translated. I’m Cajun, so I grew up speaking the language.