Profanity Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Keep that mediocre mentality, and you’ll stay like this your whole life, blaming others for your tantrums.” “You know what? I don’t even know why I called you. Get out of here,” she ordered angrily. “You don’t have to tell me twice,” he said, turning to leave. “You’re a horrible man. You have no heart; there’s just a big, hard rock in your chest,” she yelled after him, furious. Lison turned back to her and smirked. “See, you’re not the poor, helpless twenty-something orphan after all,” he mocked. “You’re disgusting.”

The dirty words of the professor coming as both a surprise and a turn on making her mad with need. “Shit baby, yes just like that” he grits out as she starts to push her hips further to take his dick in deeper. He places a hand on her tummy to still her before slamming into her with measured rhythm “you take me so well baby, I’m so proud of you.” His little whispers of praise in her ears only makes her bolder by the minute causing her to moan and grope at the professor’s ass wildly.

Probably to keep himself from doing something he thought we would both regret. Wanting to help him out, I opened up my towel, exposing my naked body. The reaction I received had me panting for him. His movements sped up; groans and moans slipped passed his lips along with the dirty words I loved to hear. “Touching yourself in the shower, my horny, dirty girl? Making me so hard I can’t think straight!” he hissed, his hand furiously pumping his cock. “I want to shove my dick so deep, baby. My little fucking cock tease.” He licked his lips and took a deep breath, then steadied himself with his hand on the doorjamb. “You’re dirtier than anything that can be washed off, that’s how much of a filth

Was I doing it wrong already? “Bite your lip like that,” he said, his voice… God, I don’t know how to describe it. Like he was trying to contain a volcanic passion. I stared at him. “Why not?” “Because it makes me want to come over there right now and fuck you.” Whoa. Normally I don’t like cursing. I don’t do it. Much. Being stuck in traffic is the only exception. (Don’t you judge me!) It was repeatedly rammed into my head growing up that the use of profanity is crude, unladylike, and a sure sign of lack of intelligence. Only those with the inability to express themselves resort to bad words, my mother must have told me a thousand times.

“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME! EAT SHIT! EAT A WHOLE BAG OF DICKS, YOU ROTTEN SONS OF BITCHES!” The words hung in the air, vulgar and shocking in their vehemence. In the dead world, language had become functional, stripped down to warnings, commands, and comfort. Profanity of this creative, vitriolic caliber was a relic of a lost civilization, a sound they hadn’t heard with such youthful fury in a very long time.

"First, it was your mother, now you! I'm so done with your insanity. Just because we are not as rich as you are or even popular doesn't give you the right to look down on us. No, we are not beggars. We work hard to get what we want. If anything, we deserve respect from you but since you didn't have it in you to respect either me or my family, I'm putting an end to whatever this is. I must have been getting ahead of myself by thinking maybe our story will be different. Can we never come across each other again? "Just because I like you doesn't mean I'll keep taking your shits. If you think I'll apologise to you later or try to settle things, then you are wrong." "I have no intention of gettin

He decided not to confront any of the emotions, and go with the one he cared the least about, the one that offered him diversion. 'That is a symbol of some people's religion, have the decency to avoid profanity.' 'And since when did you become concerned about profanity, humanity and shit like those? Next you're going to climb the dias and declare yourself a world feminism activist.' Jason laughed again, finishing that sweet that annoyed him with the way the other man ate it. 'You're an asshole, Jason.'

Someone save my sorry prof ass. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

These crapsters brought the worst out of me. “Ho ho ho. Hear the Queen of Immaturity speak,” Jax hissed. “Better than smelling the poopy Vulture King,” I hissed back. “Dirty Goblin” “Dumb Pig” “Potty Mouth” “Barbaric Caveman” “Basic Bitch” “Clothes Whore” “Hey ! I am just an OCS- Over Compulsive Shopper,” Jax protested. “Clothes Whore,” Kai and I deadpanned. “Your moral compass is on fire,” Jax huffed.

He scolded her, seething his teeth in annoyance. “ Don’t fuc--” he cut her off, “ Don’t…” raising his left index finger at her with a threatening glare in his eyes. “ Don’t you say that profane word, it is highly prohibited around me.” He said but she was not moved by it rather a glint of challenge shone in her eyes, giving him a smirk then all the sudden she started chanting the word ‘fuck’ while hitting the table. “ Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” “ Fine I’m sorry, I’m sorry for not letting you eat those scones. Sorry for lying to you and bringing you earlier than the set time. I just wanted us to be here before them so it won’t offend them after all we are the one that delayed the contract