My Girlfriend Is A Pervert Novels & Stories

he cut his friend off before he could rant more nonsense. "A genuine good girl won't be swayed by cheap compliments, stupid flowers and gifts. A true perfect girl would see through your deceit and denied-sexual attraction to her. A true girlfriend material will love you for your true self, for what's in your heart and your personality. She wouldn't need flowers and compliments to tell her you're the best, she'll know just by being with you. So, Everett, what you have isn't a good girl, but a blind materialistic perfect girl wannabe." ______

She was my princess, and I knew she will rule my heart like a queen when we will grow old. I am smart, brave, and very over-protective of the person whom I love. I love the concept of saving the damsel in distress. But then everything went down the hill when I discovered who my girlfriend is. My Girlfriend had kept one of the biggest truths of her life from me. My Girlfriend was never a damsel in distress. My Girlfriend is Mafia Queen!

Thankfully, he’s lost in my sweet cunt. “Fuck, they’re so hot together. I’d pay to watch them fuck,” the girlfriend moans, her hand sliding up to cup her small boob as she bites her lip. She’s giving me lustful eyes, like she wants to do something hot to me. I’m not really into girls, but it’s making me burn hotter. “Maybe we’ll get lucky and watch them fuck for free,” her boyfriend chuckles, flipping her hair aside to suck on her neck. My own neck tickles in sympathy.

He drawled, lowering his face until his breath ghosted against my temple, “Why the act, Emelia? Didn’t we agree you’re my girlfriend now? What’s mine is yours. You can look whenever you want.” My chest heaved, his scent flooding me all at once. Clean, sharp, but with an underlying warmth that was so uniquely him it left me dizzy. It was unfair, he shouldn’t smell this good. I pushed against him weakly, muttering, “You… You’re such a pervert.” His grip on my waist tightened, his smirk grazing the edge of his lips as he leaned close enough for his words to brush against my ear. “Funny. Because between the two of us, I think you’re the real pervert, Emelia.”

My girlfriend, Loretta Summers, is an introvert and quiet by nature. Even our daily conversations are limited to things like, "Have you eaten?" or "Are you asleep?" Then, at a New Year's class reunion, I see her chatting animatedly with a guy, Ivan Lane. That is when I realize— it is time for us to break up.

he says. My ears perk at the sound of that. Girlfriend. I’m Hayden Thornhill’s girlfriend. It sounds so smooth coming out of his mouth like it’s completely natural. He’s playing his role a little too well. The concept would’ve horrified me a week ago, but today, I can’t help feeling a tug of pride. Even if it’s fake, I’m Hayden Thornhill’s girlfriend. “Okay, well, is there a particular interest you’ve got in mind? We carter to all sorts of kinks. Here, at Lust, you are safe to explore your darkest and wildest fantasies,” goth girl says.

She scoffed as she folded her arms and turned her head to avoid looking at me. I shouldn’t laugh, but I couldn’t help it. I nearly doubled over laughing. “You are an asshole. Isis and Kurt never mentioned that personality flaw.” Persephone glared at me. “I’m laughing because you are very obviously jealous and needlessly. For starters, I don’t have a girlfriend, never have. Beyond that, I’d rather have waited for my mate….” I stepped closer and, holding her chin, tilted her face to mine.

"How about you tell me how some random woman walked herself in here?" Her friends got up too, looking me over. A girl with bleached hair sneered. "Viv, is this the freeloader you were talking about? She's back?" "God knows why." Vivienne folded her arms. "Mooched a meal off my boyfriend at the restaurant, got kicked out. Now she's trying to mooch a house." "Listen, lady. Stay away from my boyfriend. Don't think a few years on him gives you any leverage. He's not going to fall for some old trick."

he said seriously. " You are a pervert from the Orero club who rapes girls, and then do not tell me what happens to them?" "I'm a maniac! Do you like it that way? My goal is to lure girls and then give them to our clients!" he stop at a two-story house that takes my breath away. "What is it?" "I rented it for us! Now do you believe in my sincerity? his hand touches my palm, and I forget how to breathe," I get out of the car and I can't trust how happy.

"Just be you! Maybe he will be interested in people who have a positive energy like you?" "Definitely no!" "Why not? A man with a few words like him perfectly for a girl like you!" Dove believed a man who is cool as a cucumber would go crazy for a naughty girl. Clara has this mysterious charm that makes any man fall in love. She's humorous and shines like a star. The difference between them is a key to making them into each other. "May I try to be a shy girl?" Clara said. Clara wanted to act like an innocent girl. She wanted to swear pink and have thick glasses. Maybe she chose a "nerdy" look. She is girl shy outside, and a good bed is the best.