Louisiana Slang Novels & Stories

// A/N: *mes pattes* is cajun slang for " my paws, or feet" BIG ANNOUNCMENT! Legacy is now available on multiple platforms, I will leave details on my Facebook page @facebook.com/danger.beanz.3 Happy Reading <3

"Da-Da?" Damia seems to understands everything Louis said. "You must call your mom ‘Ma-Ma’ first, ok? Then you can call me Da-Da anytime. Come… Said Ma-Ma…" "Da-Da!" The baby tries to follow Louis's lips. "Ma-Ma." "Da-Da!" "Mma-Ma! Ma Ma. Ma Ma. Ma Ma…" Louis shows his lips moving the words so that Damia can follow it. Damia giggle. "Da Da!" She giggles again feeling funny at the new words that Louis teaches her.

Let's take it! Then Louis learns with amazement that his beloved can ... whistle. Rushingly so, in a robbery way. And also - to chat girls no worse than Jeff. O_O Together they cope instantly! A couple of minutes later, Mindy, Sissy, Chrissy and whatnot, climb into the car and the degree of fun rushes up sharply.

Sky glanced to the side with a look full of protest. Louis suppressed his smile. "Okay. As an apology, I'll buy you some special panties later." "What panties?" Sky asked suspiciously. "Adult women's panties," Louis was still with his faint smile. Sky raised an eyebrow. "Not the ones with a string in the back, right? I don't like it when something sticks out in my butt crack." "No," Louis shook his head lightly. The twitching on his lips was getting worse. "They're regular panties." Sky's gaze grew sharper. "Is it the furry one or the lace one?"

Lorenzo's voice was low and slurred, warm against his skin. Louis rolled his eyes. Lorenzo only called him Louis when he was drunk or when they had sex. When he was sober it was always mio gattino or pretty thing or just a look that said everything. "You're drunk," Louis said. "Go to bed." Lorenzo didn't move. He just held him tighter, his forehead pressed to Louis's shoulder like he was holding onto the only solid thing in a world that kept shifting beneath him. "Why does it feel like dying? Even just thinking about you leaving."

Bella sat beside him. “Come on,Louis,sing for Daddy.”He urged. “I’ve been yorking on the yail yord.. All the yight and day I’ve been yorking on the yail yord To piass the time yaway.” Braylon sat on the floor,laughing. “Bray,will you stop laughing?”Lucien ordered. “Sorry,Dad.I couldn’t help it.Is that the remix or what?” “Look who’s talking,when you were at his age,you called food…yood…water…yoter…blow…biow.”Lucien teased,laughing.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, did he say. Mafia? “W-what?” I asked breathlessly. Louis inched closer, levelling his soulless eyes to mine. “The French mafia, Jospehine." "The mafia I run.”

Louis says without looking up for his phone. "Nothing like another nap after sex" Blake grabs my ass under the covers. I imagine he's grinning at Louis Louis scoffs lightly Blake sits up, pulling me up too and putting his arm around me. Louis takes a glance at us before going back to his phone "Blake the ladies man and also the gayboys men" Louis looks at me after he says it "sorry dude" "It's okay" I yawn " I don't think that was even offensive? Maybe it is I don't know" I rest my head on Blake's shoulder

Louis thought she was about to call him a beast or something. Hearing "Peashooter" threw him off completely. "You clearly didn’t have much of a childhood, huh? A Peashooter—you know, puckered up, just shooting off rounds: 'pew pew pew.'" Louis was speechless. Standing by the door, Laura couldn’t hold it in anymore. She leaned against the doorframe, shoulders shaking with laughter as she listened to her best friend bantering over the phone. God, it was too accurate. How was she supposed to ever look at Louis' perfectly handsome face again without picturing it paired with a Peashooter’s puckered little mouth?

she muttered out before she could stop herself, the pleasure she was feeling was more than any ice cream she had ever had. Louis let out a smirk. “ Call me daddy.” He said moving faster. “Ouch… da…daddy.” Nora moans slowly. “Louder.” Louis said, increasing his pace. “Fuck… Daddy.” Nora cursed. Louis smiled and continued riding her as she pleaded for more. ---