Plastic Girlfriend Novels & Stories

Miss Cynthia was cut off by Amelia. “I’m his girlfriend”Amelia uttered, warning a gasp from everyone in the office. “What?”Claudia frowns as she glared at Amelia from head to toe. “I’m his girlfriend”Amelia repeats emphasising on the girlfriend which made Claudia widened in shock. “No way the boss has a girlfriend” People began to murmur….

Dove gasped in surprise. She did not believe that Clara would find Marble here. Clara continued to stare at the boy beside the table. She wished to know all the information about this person. She must get her Marble back. Suddenly, Clara turned to continue eating hotpot, not daring to look at the table anymore. She did not expect that the person sitting with that guy was Chris - her ex-boyfriend from high school.

Robot’s POV: I open my eyes and I realize that I’m lying down here in this box. I lift up my upper body and see a girl. I read her information using my programmed mind. Kim Mukgu –YOUR GIRLFRIEND. I smile at what I’ve read. So, she’s my girlfriend then. I get off from this box and hug her from the back. “Hello my girlfriend! Nice to meet you! Want to make love with me?” No one’s POV:

Who knew role reversal could be so appealing? “Oh yes. I want to be the first and only girl to do it too.” Whitney declared possessively, squealing with excitement when Hollis shot up from their bed to grab her strap on. Within moments, the impish blonde returned and tossed it (as Whitney so poetically referred to her dildo as) at her girlfriend halfheartedly. She curled her lip sexily, watching ultra feminine Whitney struggle to fasten it to her hips.

my amazing girlfriend exclaimed, going as far as letting out a wolf whistle at the sight of her mother's fantastic bubble-butt so wantonly offered and presented to me. While I smiled like a lust-struck moron and my achingly stiff dick pulsed with need, Deb jumped to her feet and, letting go of her own tits, positioned herself beside Mandy's chair. Turning toward me with a playful grin on her lips, my amazing girlfriend invitingly went on. "Actually, I think Jeff should get a closer and deeper look... I mean, the real treasure is actually very tiny, and these big buttcheeks are kinda hiding it!"

"Let me refresh your memory about our arrangement. You agreed to be my girlfriend for one year. Not my escort, not my mistress - my girlfriend." I popped the fruit in my mouth, buying time to compose myself. Of course, I remembered. How could I forget? The contract might as well have been tattooed on my brain. One year of being his girlfriend in exchange for my mother's medical care. Simple. Clean. Temporary. "I haven't forgotten," I said, steadying my voice. "Then why do you keep treating this like some cold business transaction?"

I wait a little longer and then the order comes --- Open your eyes-- I open my eyes slowly, what I see next makes me take my hands to my mouth and my eyes water, my cute ogre is kneeling on the office floor holding a box with a beautiful ring inside, the ring it had little blue diamond pebbles around a big diamond --- Scarlet Williams or Elisa Collins, would you do me the honor of being my girlfriend for now?-- he said making me shed the tears I was holding back (How does this son of a bitch do this to me? Does he want to kill me from the heart? Is there any way to say no to this wonderful man?)

Through the frosted glass, I could faintly make out her silhouette—the curve of her body, water trickling down her smooth skin. Claire opened the shower door. Seeing it was me, she quickly covered herself. "Noah! What are you doing? Get out!" "Claire, why have you been avoiding me these past few days? Didn’t you promise to be my girlfriend?" "No… Noah, I can’t. I’m 18 years older than you!" "So what? I don’t care about that!" I said, stepping closer and pulling her into a tight embrace. She struggled weakly for a moment before giving in.

I asked her as I took a sip out of my gin cocktail. “No and I am sure you are Gideon Patton” she laughed, she took her hand away from me. “Yeah…” I stared down at my phone again, the woman leaned on the counter and my gaze fell on her. Then to her exposed cleavage, if I wasn't in a fake relationship. She is the type of woman I do hook up with. “Is your girlfriend with you?” She asked, my eyes snapped to her face. “No, she is not” I answered her,

And most of all, pleasuring me in bed. I looked at her, at the way her long blond hair glowed in the moonlight, at the fullness of her breasts trembling with each angry breath. Oh, yes. “Your girlfriend is going to hate you for this,” she muttered. In the distance, I could see the violet sky growing light pink over the vast dark Pacific. “I don’t have a girlfriend.” She glared at me. “Yes, you do.” “Wouldn’t I know?” “What about the woman whose breasts were pressed against your back throughout the poker game?”