Russian Pet Names Novels & Stories

he asks. “They killed it,” she answered. “Who, Daven?” “Yes,” “Bastards, sick bastards,” Joshua said in disgust. Reva nodded. “What’s the name of your dog?” he asks. She wrote, “Gora,” “That’s a nice name,” he smiled. Now he’s again getting back the lost good opinion with Reva. “What are the other pets you had?” She answered, squirrel, spiders and a giant lizard,” “That’s interesting,” Joshua said.

“Huh?” “If you want me to scream your name, I have to know it first,” I reply. The confusion dissipates, and that familiar impish smile takes over. “Ruslan. My name is Ruslan.” Without missing a beat, he begins to fuck me again, challenging himself to make me scream for him just like I promised.

“Is that not your name?” “I don’t like it when you call me by my name. I prefer Dorogoy and Malysh and every other pet name you have for me.” I could not resist a chuckle. She pronounced the words so well that one would think she was a native. “Alright, malysh. Do your thing now.” With my encouragement, she took my dick in her mouth, bopping her head up and down repeatedly. I was tempted to take control but I restrained, letting her do her thing.

I said as I cut the link. Kat gravitated towards Ryan’s room, rarely choosing my bed if I wasn’t with her. I just assumed Ryan pissed her off, but that didn’t make sense either. He never pissed her off. Aww, my baby girl must have been missing me. Well, if she wanted some cuddle time with her “perrito” I was more than happy to give it to her. "I'm not a puppy!" Rikkon grumbled a little at her pet name for us. I, on the other hand, would be whatever she wanted me to be, as long as she stayed with me. Besides, it sounded super sexy when she said it in her Spanish accent.

He wiggled the leashes in his hands. "Where'd you get them?" "Just by the roadside where the second popped out from." "But they're just so cute." I gushed at the little puppies. "Do you even know their breeds?" "The hell do you take me for? They're Lhasa Apso." I defended myself. "Ten points to Roxanne!" "I'm going to have to get used to that name, innit?" "Yup." He popped the 'p'. "You know you can just call me Roxy right?"

it would have been him. I watched him, saying nothing, letting that thought settle into my eyes until he saw it. He got his silent answer and his eyes slid closed, like he was trying to keep me away from his emotions, “What are their names?” “Ruslan and Ivanov.” His eyes slowly peeled open in surprise, “You gave them Russian names?” I said nothing.

“She’s probably terrified. I can’t just disappear like this.” He studied me for a moment, then sighed. “I’ll talk to Viktor about it.” Relief flickered inside me. It wasn’t a promise, but it was something. We walked further, and soon, the scent of hay and horses filled the air. The stables. “They have names,” Nikolai said, stroking a chestnut-colored horse. “This one’s Mars. And that one’s Zima—means ‘winter’ in Russian.” Hesitant, I reached out. When Zima nudged me gently, something inside me softened.

She stroked it's dark fur. "Rose Petals huh? Cute name..."

Caterina asked excitedly. “Will you at least get these off me?” Martina asked tiredly and Caterina bobbed carrying the bags from her. Martina placed the cage next to the couch and she slammed on the couch. “Have you given the dog a name?” Caterina asked running back to where Martina laid. “Not yet, it’s a She. I have thought of a perfect name for her.” Martina expressed exhaustedly. “Let’s call her Rosa… you like the name right?” She asked opening the cage so she could carry the dog.

I felt my lips purse and my brows furrow and my eyes twitch slightly. Dammit! What just happened helped pushed away thoughts and voice of Maxwell douchebag Mckenzie. Yeah, it did helped. A whole damn lot. I stand up and dust invisible dirt of my shorts. "You can keep the job," I pause. "And Ivanono?" Rolling my eyes, I raise my hands up for emphasis. "What kind of name is that for a dog? It's just like naming a day old infant Marshmallow. The name would be worst for a person and its stupid for an animal. Other than your dog is insane, ugly and creepy." I yawn with my hand fisted against my mouth. "And smells bad too." I supply and Mr Grumpy Humphrey chuckles.