Louisiana Slang Mga Nobela at Kwento

The door chime rang and a silky voice spat out “good morning Louisiana peaches” Mj blushed and shot upright. she looked at Lou, half horrified and another voice rang out, just as deep as the first one but not as smooth to the ears. “I think that’s Georgia peaches bro but I get what you mean”. Mj could not believe her ears,” were they really talking about her ass right now?” She spun around on one heel to face the taunters and pearcherd her hands on her hips. “Excuse the fuck out of you!” she spat with as much disgust as she could muster.

Well almost. "Maman's gumbo is better," Micah swears as he finishes off his third bowl. There is a street fair near the waterfront and I can't help but smile listening to Micah slip into Louisiana Creole as he bargains for a few trinkets from a vendor selling items made of crocodile hide. He is so much more himself here, relaxed and in his element.

he didn’t hear me , I had forgotten that I need to look at him to speak so he could read my lips to know what I was saying. I waved at him to draw his attention to me, he looked towards me with the wins glass in his hand. “You want beer?” he asked in surprise. “Louis ?” I use the Frenchman’s full name, hoping that it would help, and watched as Alex lips quirked in amusement, causing his dimple to wink briefly. I was a little shocked at the self-deprecating humor that I saw in his eyes. “Sorry, L’s and i’s, you know? Along with c’s and u’s and t’s and d’s. It can be a little confusing when there’s no context to a comment or conversation. I can get a little lost.”

"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.

Louis knew about babies like a pig in oranges, so he just agreed right away - yes, what a cool one, but WHERE the hell did she get it ? "Same place as Roswo," Kit said calmly. - In terms of? Louis felt like he was losing his mind. Or ceases to understand the native language. - At the dump. - That is, how - in the garbage ?! - Like this. I went at one in the morning to throw out the garbage, threw it out. Wanted to leave... One at 1 am? I did ask...

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?"

Margot couldn't help but plant two firm kisses on Louis' face. Elias was beside Margot and asked excitedly, "Did he just call you 'Mommy'? Louis can say 'Mommy' now?" Margot looked over at Elias and said, "Yes, Louis could already say that before." "How could we not know?" Elias quickly looked at Ashley and said, "Did you hear that? Louis can actually say 'Mommy' now." "Really?" Ashley hurriedly got up and came over. While she was playing with Louis, she said, "Louis, let us hear it again. Say 'Mommy'."

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."

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. ---