Hot Wife Nicknames Novels & Stories

that's super creepy, and if I didn't smell you or feel your presence, I'd assume you were a complete weirdo. Nikolai: You knew and you didn't say anything? And I'm weird? What gave you that conclusion, baby-girl? **Swoon** I don't think I will ever be able to live if he ever calls me by my name again. Baby-Girl, Love and oh holy sugar dumplings ... 'Sweetheart' are the names that send my breast into a complete freak out. Puckered nipples and underwear that gets drenched every time. When I haven't responded to his text, he sends another.

I asked, feigning ignorance. “Shut the windows, I'm cold.” She's such a terrible liar. “Well I'm feeling hot.” “Really?” “Yes sweetheart.” I smiled at her this time and she hissed. “Just drop it already, we both know that you're not cold and stop calling me sweetheart!” “Yeah, you're right, it doesn't suit you, I'll think of a better name but till then you can babe as well.” “Oh no, thanks. Nick is just fine.” she sneered, her face flushed with irritation.

But to my surprise, she responded in an extremely gentle manner. Casually, she said, "I can help you if you want it. I'm your wife. What are you afraid of?" I felt the tension leave my body immediately. I waved my hands repeatedly, saying, "No, that's not necessary. Let's get back to watching the movie." The scenes on the television became increasingly explicit, to the point that my entire body began to burn with heat. Then, out of nowhere, I felt a warm and snug sensation of being enveloped down below. It came with a sucking motion, accompanied by something slick and tender sliding all over me.

Ingrid calls out. "Nickie?" Nick asked. I laughed. "Minaj." I mouthed to Nick and he smiles. "It rhymes with Annie. Now don't say you don't like it when I call you Nickie cos I'll take back my vote." Ingrid says. Nick laughs. "Okay boss." He salutes.

he pants as he tilts his head back, giving me more room to work. "Rina?" I whisper, a question as to what the nickname means to him. It feels as if we're turning a corner. "Yeah, my Rina. Is that okay?" He's asking me if it's okay to give me a hot as fuck nickname while he's literally blowing my mind? "Perfection, big guy. Absolute perfection."

Then he turned around, muttering under his breath, "And I sure hope that you are willing…" My mouth opened. I must have misheard him, right? Lord, have mercy on me! Nicor certainly could become one of my sinful fantasies. There was something demonic in his features, and I was certain that a lot of women would have easily sold their souls to him and given their bodies as an extra. I wouldn't call myself ugly, but I wasn't drop-dead gorgeous either. Of course, Nicor's interest in me would be somewhat flattering, but, in my opinion, it would also mean that he had an odd taste for women. That also meant that he had never heard about my bad fame. Then I began to wonder if I was going to be fired

"Like these guys." I turn to my boyfriends for a split second, then back to Tristian. "What are their nicknames?" I ask, very curious now. Now I want to know. I didn't need to, but I wanted to. "Haze, Gunner, Blitz, and Asphalt," Tris says right before getting in the car and closing the door behind himself. "We could've told you that ourselves," Sebastian says, causing me to roll my eyes and let a little laugh slip out.

“We didn’t have time to work on nicknames. So I went for that. Could try something else if you like? Love? If I am being classic. Or Darling. Pumpkin? Pookie?” I was smiling even more now as I moved toward the refridgerator. “I think I am good with Zee, or Zaine.” I told her. “Aww you are such a spoilt sport!” She came up behind me, gently poking me in the side. “Oohhh, what about Stud Muffin!” She exclaimed with a giggle, like she actually thought that was a good idea. Whatever it was, she sounded like she was enjoying herself. I simply shook my head, giving her a look of despair. I swear she called me that, and I would send her home. “Fine. Grumpy. Honey Bun? Babe? Or should I just call yo

I say in a calm voice. I observe their position, looking for a way to sensibly get the bitch off my mate without her suspecting it. “Nate, who the hell is she?" She asks Nathan. Oh I see, they are on nicknames bases. Nathan doesn't even allow me to call him by his name outside but lets the bitch call him Nate. Nathan ponders about what to say and the words he says don't shock me at all, in fact, I am already used to it.

So, she wasn't here to clear the air; she was here to rub it in my face. "He's got tunnel vision when it comes to love. Once his hormones kick in, he does all kinds of dumb things. Nothing surprising there," I said, watching as Tanya's expression soured. But I just smiled. "You probably don't know this, but his close friends have a nickname for him. They call him a 'dumb husky'."