Dirty Names To Call Your Girlfriend Novels & Stories

I rasped, feeling so wet that juices flowed to my thighs. His attention glued to my heaving chest, he continued to roll my nipples. “Who said Rita is my girlfriend?” I stilled. “Although my father wants me to marry her.” “Then what the hell do you want from me, Apollo?” I asked, as frustration built inside me and I squirmed to move away from me. He wedged his thigh in between my legs, pinning me further. “Why do they call you Lisa? Your real name is Natasha.” His eyes were still fixed on my breasts. He circled them lazily as if he had all the time in the world. Well, I didn’t.

Isn't my name good enough? "You can call me Ryde like Jasmine?" She offered hesitatingly. Aiden pursed his lips in distaste. How can he call his girlfriend the same way that chihuahua calls her? Are they on the same level? Of course not! Hmph! "No, no. It won't do. My nickname for you should be more special than that... hmm... How about Ry?"

“I mean, this is 2024, not 1950, Richie.” I still for a moment at the cavalier nickname. Usually people call me Dick or Rich. Dane and Tripp are the only ones who call me Richie. My mother still calls me Richard, but… The way Amelia’s tongue rolls when she says my name sends a damn jolt straight to my cock. I clear my throat, shutting her door if only to give myself the briefest moment to adjust my cock. Given the situation at hand, I’m pretty sure the last thing Amelia wants is to see my damn erection.

No matter how many times I hear him call me sweetheart, my stomach always forms a small knot each time “No calling me sweetheart in private.” “Mm. You don’t like the name? You should have said something earlier.” Then with a straight face, “How does baby sound to you?” I choked on my next words Oh my god this man was going to be the end of me. Literally. Baby? Baby was much worse I cleared my throat, meeting his eyes. “ No pet names whatsoever in private.” “What am I supposed to call you then?” He tilted his head. “Raina?”

I was moaning, gagging, and whimpering nonstop — a constant stream of broken, slutty sounds that filled the room along with the wet slapping of skin against skin. The dirty talk rained down on me without mercy, each word making me wetter and more desperate. “Take it deeper, you filthy gangbang whore.” “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To be destroyed by all of us while your boyfriend watches.” “Look at her dripping everywhere. She’s such a messy little cumdump.” “Your girlfriend is the perfect shared slut, Liam.” Liam’s breathing grew heavier. He leaned closer, his voice low and intimate even as chaos surrounded us.

Okay now I’m fumbling how do I tell this guy I don’t want conversations but his dick inside me His grin widened. “What about you? Do I get a name?” “Maren.” “Maren,” he repeated, his voice dropping an octave. My clit throbbed in response. “Pretty name for a pretty girl.” I rolled my eyes playfully. “You’re laying it on thick.” “Just being honest.” He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear. “You looking to get out of here, Maren?” My stomach flipped, heat rushing up my cheeks. “Maybe.”

I was so glad to have them grinding on me. "Oh, damn, look at that girl go!" a guy called out. "Shit, she's just pulling out my boyfriend's cock!" another girl shouted. "Ooh, that's a slut," Natalie gasped. "Fuck that slut hard," the girl shouted. It was Georgia. She was dating a guy named James I sort of knew. James was lining his cock up to fuck one of the hotties from St. Tatiana. The girl had her tartan skirt flipped over her rump and her hands braced on the wall. He rammed into her pussy as his girlfriend whooped in delight.

"Nothing," "And why is that?" He smiles against her ear. "Because we have also established that you are an arrogant asshole," She says looking away from the screen, no longer interested. "I am arrogant, you are a liar. To me, it's a match made in sex heaven." Sex heaven? "I am not a liar?" "Ann?" "It could be a short form for Gianna, so it's technically not a lie." "So, you admit your real name is Gianna then," Nico smirks.

Oh god, where did those ideas come from? Her eyes widen in shock like she can’t believe that I can talk dirty. Well, dirty is my middle name and not Leigh. “He can throw me like trash once he’s done with me, but I bet my McLaren that he will never come back to you, so don’t dream too high, dear because once he’s done, he never fucks the same woman again.” “What’s your name again?” she asks as she manages to get back her composure. “Camila King,” I answer proudly.

That’s just how much we hate each other and always ready to take advantage of each other in negative situations like this. Everyone calls me Gracie, it was originally “Grace,” but I like the “cie” part. It sounds more baddie-like. Nick calls me “Clumsy Gracie,” I don’t know if he spells it as “Clumsy” or “Clumsie.” Oh wait, he calls me Clums too. What a total jerk!