Kisses And Hugs In Italian Novels & Stories

Stefano smiles as his cake is placed in front of him. Translations: Figlio- son Magnifico- magnificent Baciami- kiss me Vaffanculo- fuck off buon compleanno- happy birthday

He held out his hand to help me out and I pulled him in instead, "That's payback!" He swam over to me, caging me in with his arms, "Kiss me." It wasn't really a demand, he spoke softly. I leaned in and brought my lips to his in a soft yet sensual kiss. "Gattina... remember at the hotel? I spoke to you in Italian... Penso che mi sto innamorando di te. Do you remember?" "Yes?" "It means-" "Gianni!" We both turned as Luca came running over, "Gianni, you're," he paused to frown at us, "Uh, you're needed in the, uh... that room?"

The kiss is as passionate and needy as our very first and I can't get enough. I need more. He pulls away breathing hard. He grabs my face and brings it close to his and just stares into my eyes. "sei così fottutamente bella" he says huskily. (You're so fucking beautiful) I bite my lip holding back a moan, he's so fucking sexy and when he talks to me in Italian, fuckk! I grab his collar and smash my lips against his. Pulling away I look at him breathing hard, I'm about to kiss him again but he stops me making me frown and he chuckles. "We need to stop bambina, altrimenti ti scoperò proprio qui" he says groaning.

****** TRANSLATIONS: Mio Prezioso: My Precious sono affamato: I am hungry Avrò tutti i gusti di te: I will have all tastes of you Deliziosa: Delicious Ti mangerò finché non mi pregherai di smettere: I'll eat you until you beg me to stop E indovina un po', non mi fermerò nemmeno allora: And guess what, I won't stop then either non ti muovere: Do Not Move

Bacha ma culo – kiss my ass Bastardo - bastard Cagacazzo – lame ass dumb Capeesh – understood Cazzo – dick, like Americans use the word fuck Che palle – what balls Maria’s favorite phrase Che te pozzino ammazza – you shall be butchered Chi non va non vede, chi non vede non sa e chi non sa se lo prende sempre in culo - if you don’t go you won’t see, if you don’t see you won’t know, if you don’t know you’ll take it in the ass every time

I smiled, I thank God they all get along. "Where's my kiss?" Spade asked. "Brother! It's poooo!" Sycriache said before they kissed their brother on the cheek. They laughed when they saw that Spade was still frowning. "Enough, kids. We don't have your mommy's kiss?" Trizhor asked. Suddenly our children came up to us and kissed us on the parts of our faces. "I love you wife, same with the kids." I heard Trizhor say. I smiled. "I love you too." I said smiling. THE END

It was too much, so I tried hard to calm down and just gave him a faint smile, one that cost me a lot. "Qualunque cosa stia consumando la tua mente, mettila da parte e godiamoci il miglior gelato." That's when I smiled wholeheartedly, and we kissed. Italian phrases and/or words: "Whatever is consuming your mind, just set it aside and let's enjoy the best ice cream."

Suddenly I hear a gasp of shock and I have to look up to know where it came from, she caught ‘me’. I nervously drag my hand through my hair, I was openly checking her out and she caught me, what could be more embarrassing than this? She slowly removes her headsets and watches me with curiosity, I start speaking “I…. uh, was jogging when I saw the lights on” I say waving my hands for emphasis “and I thought I should tell you that the chocolates were amazing” her face instantly lights up and she gives me that megawatt smile. “I’m glad you liked them” she finally says and relief floods through me, at least she remembers who I am and doesn’t think I’m some creep. “What were those exactly, they d

I could kiss him every second of every day and love every minute of it. He gives me one of his mischievous grins, pulling me to a small table. A bottle of champagne and two glasses sit, ready to be drunk. He hands me one, taking the other in his fingers. With a gentle clink, he taps them together and whispers, "To making new marriages." The champagne bubbles in my mouth, tickling my nose and making me smile. I want to kiss him again, and because we are now married, I can.

Leonardo said stiffly in Italian and Salvatore let go of my hair. "Well, of course, baby cousin, she's a killer," Salvatore responded in Italian, his tone condescending, "or at least that's what you say. Emma!" he raised his voice and immediately a young lady in a short red dress entered the place, she looked like an escort and that's not being said in a bad way. She was insanely beautiful, like the Italian girls you find in Rome. Long dark hair that fell all the way to her lower back, red lips that matched with her red dress and black stilletos. She immediately strutted towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.