Funny Metaphors Novels & Stories

Then it all clicks , I definitely had used the right term for my men. "Exactly!!" I say , kissing her forehead , praising her for giving me the idea "They are like puppies - my puppies..Just like Fluffy , they are naughty but bad naughty…They go around causing trouble and havoc - like how Fluffy had dropped the vase today. However , I keep them in check , I control them and save them when they are in trouble ; just the way you saved Fluffy today…Now my men seem very very very scary , I know they do - but when you get to know them , they are not that bad…I promise" I tell her , patting myself on the back for coming up with that analogy. She looks at me with a slight smile on her lips.

I asked quickly, my gaze darting through the shadows, trying to catch any movement. ‎River froze for half a second. ‎ ‎Then he burst out laughing out Loud and Unrestrained. ‎ ‎I blinked at him, confused. “What’s funny?” ‎ ‎“You,” he said between laughs. “You’re funny, Seraphina. ‘Blood-sucking demon’?” ‎ ‎I rolled my eyes, a small smile slipping through. “What was I supposed to call them?” ‎ ‎He smirked. “Well… they are blood suckers.” ‎

"I like the way you think. That was so funny." "What? You think I'm joking?" laughed Angela Metzger. "Wait until the champagne kicks in tonight."

I fire. It's now his turn to crack his rips. His laughter reverberates through the entire house and nearly deafening me. He even has dimples on both cheeks that I had not seen. Deep ones that I so badly want dip my fingers in. Wow, just wow! These enhances his outstanding flawless appearance. My! Men, isn't he so beautifully hot and cute when he laughs like this? "You are really funny!" He says between chuckles as he strives to steady his breathing. He is even tearing up from laughing. "The cock is a just a meat, not some kind of a metal or a wood that can break." He states.

“Eloise, I am baffled by the words you use to describe me these days. A little offended if I might add.” “That’s because you’re taking my words too literally like you do everything. Aren’t you familiar with the term metaphor?” “Really? Is that all you have to say?” Confusion lingers in his gaze as he probably wonders what the hell has gotten into me to make me talk so boldly and audaciously in his presence. I am wondering the same. Since when did I become confident enough to joke with my husband like this? And the absence of a tense atmosphere in this closet right now is baffling!

“Sixteen years, and I think he pretty much figured it out to some degree.” “That probably went over like a ton of bricks.” “It was fine, and your comment is invalid.” She rolled her eyes and took a small sip of the warm beverage. “What’s invalid?” “A ton of bricks don’t go over.” She lifted her eyebrow. “That’s kind of the point of the phrase. Anyway, really? With all we both have going on, you want to try to correct my metaphors?” “Analogies.” “Metaphors.” “Whatever,” she barked and sighed softly.

"When were you?" I grinned and mumbled. "It's metaphorical pig slop I'm talking about, and that works just as well. Even better, probably." "I agree with you on that one. I'll take the metaphorical pig slop over the real stuff any day." He massaged the back of my neck and teased me. "If you do smell like pig slop then it's pretty nice, actually. In fact, I would go so far as to say that I fucking love the smell of pig slop." It worked. He got me to laugh a little at least and that helped me find the courage to tell him I was ready to face up to what fate had in store for me.

] "One of the things I like about him... He's a corny joker." ["Like what?"] I clap my hands once. "About teleporting mosquitos. Anyhow, he can make me laugh." ["He could have learned from me~ To make a woman laugh is to make them fall for that man."] "Like what?" ["Hmm, what do you call a mosquito inside the mosquito net?"] "What?"

I sat down and reminded myself I was here to say thank you. That was the whole of it. His coat was off today. Dark jumper. I noticed his shoulders in a way I immediately informed myself I had not, and looked down at a menu I didn’t need. He was telling me about the film he’d just finished—a director who communicated entirely in metaphors and expected the whole cast to keep up. He was funny about it without trying to be. Which is the most dangerous kind of funny. I laughed before I’d planned to. Loud.