Girlfriend Experience Mean Novels & Stories

"I have the right to be here. My girlfriend's sister is in a coma and I deserve to stay with her." The word "girlfriend" spiked nothing but disgust inside of me. Girlfriend? When was I ever his girlfriend? When did I get that status? Was he trying to get inside my head with that? No way. I am never going to let that happen. No! I glared at him. "When was I ever your girlfriend?" I mean the last time I was referred to as girlfriend, I suffered. I was betrayed by my own best friend. That title makes me sick. "The last time I checked, I wasn't yours. I was your fling. I was never important to you. You only wanted me for my body. Now that you get it, you can leave. You can get out of here now."

“My high school boyfriend was my first. Totally cliché. We thought it would be so special on prom night. It was awful. Awkward, painful, the whole works. The boyfriend I had last year in college was better, but he was always on his phone and forgetting birthdays and Valentine’s Day and things like that. I decided I deserve better.” “You do deserve better,” I responded. I waited for her to finish with her eyeliner then took her hands. “I feel kind of bad being just the third guy you’ve been with after those two turds. I have… a lot more experience. I’m past my awkward years—I hope. Don’t you want to experience all that?” “All what?” she asked. I shrugged. “All the trials and tribulations. Fin

The way her back arches as she rides me. My teammates may have seen the freckle on her nipple, may have seen her face when she came, may have tasted her. But they've never kissed her tears of joy the first time they were together. They've never felt her hands caress them as she takes possession of their body. They've never stared into her eyes and seen her soul split open, letting them inside to connect in a way she has never connected with another human being. Those things are mine and mine alone. Yes, she started as a groupie. But now she's my WAG. Because she's worth it. END VOLUME 2: GROUPIE

"Ow, that's good, for sure Agatha will be angry." "Do you have a boyfriend already?" "No, I'm 15 so it's not allowed yet," "Good, study first." "Yeah, I know, aren't you 23 already?" "Yup?" "So you're much experienced?" "Huh?" "Experienced," "What do you mean?" "Hmp, in life, in friendship, in a kiss, and sex?" she whispered the last word. "What?" "It's ok, we're like siblings, right? I and my brother are open in this talk as well, why are you and Agatha not?"

look “(Sighs) Whatever… Now we are going somewhere and if anyone asks you about me just tell them I'm your girlfriend, ok?” “Understood” “Good… No long story of how you came to earth, how your father loves to change your diapers and all that stuff, ok?” “But why change your name to Girlfriend?” he got curious “Arnold no… It’s not my name… A girlfriend is a title… like a girl who has a boyfriend’ “Who is a boyfriend?” he asked “Jesus Christ… I would have to register you in a primary school where you can get basic education” she was already frustrated “A boyfriend is a man who loves a woman and would do anything to protect her at all cost, can you do that?” she said – where did she get such de

When they reach the office Amber says “ Dont get me wrong I'm not trying to be mean or anything but, since I know you I've never seen you with anyone” It's true because I'm always finding that having a boyfriend is such a hassle, I didn't want them to take the relationship too seriously because I always knew there was a time that I would leave and come here, I didn't want to hurt anybody's feelings in the process. “ Well yeah, what would have been the point of me having a relationship in the past?” I ask them. “ Uhm, experience” Answered Amber. Right, experience something that u don't have, something that I only read in books so how can I be sure that what I'm feeling for him right now is re

My girlfriend, the love of my life and my best friend making out in the bathroom. “Get out”, I shout, looking at Aimee as I feel my body trembling. I look at Paul, that is looking at the floor embarrassed, as Aimee has her green eyes locked on mine. “I gave you everything for three years, and this is what I get?” I ask in disbelief.

Most times, I forget about the relationship deal we made and go on treating her like a real girlfriend even though I never had one. "And who says I feel weird about all this, its what I've been expecting right from the start, one night stands and fuck buddies showing up here and there..." She casually waved her hand around to gesticulate, then shrugged "It's expected from a playboy like you, at least these ones are nice, no one is calling me a 'messed up girl'" she laid emphasis on the last three words, quoting them with her fingers. I pushed my hair backwards "Messed up girl? I thought we were past that topic already?"

Not that I noticed. But the reactions... When I had whipped mine out, I mean, part of me was pretty sure the girls were just being nice. I mean, that's what girls do right? "Oh, I've never seen one that big before." "I don't think that monster will fit inside me." "Oh God, I've never felt anything so deep." That's just shit girls are trained to say. Right? Like, you don't see your girlfriend naked for the first time and say, "wow, you really need a boob job."

I reasoned out. "But money can't buy things that will happiness." I laughed again. "Alright, I will just act like I assume myself as very lucky to have money." This was the first time I did become comfortable with a girl friend. I used to have girl friends before back then in highschool days but I never treated them as my real friends. Unlike what's happening now. I even had the guts to share my problems about that Felicia. "So that model is a bitch?!" she laughed hysterically. "I was her fan but now that you told me how shitty that woman is, I want to punish myself from liking her!"