Swear Words In Italian Novels & Stories

Cretino – idiot Cuando l’amico chiede, non v’è domani - when a friend asks, there is no tomorrow Cuore Mio – my heart Dio cane – goddammit Dio santo – oh my God Il mio tesoro – my treasure Ma' Don - surprise Manache – oh hell Mannaggia tua – shit damn Mia figlia – my daughter Mi amica – my sister Mi raccomando – listen to me Mi stai uccidendo – you are killing me Piccola – little one Porca troia – fucking hell Puttana – whore Vita mia – My life

I swerve on to the exit ramp and see Mario shaking his head with a small smirk. "You drive home then," I chuckle as he adjusts the hat over his face. Translation: fratello: brother Stronzo: asshole Figlio di puttana: son of a bitch Papà: dad arriviamo: we come Musica: music Bambino: child sta' zitto: shut up Promettere: to promise

I really hope so. Translations: Mi dispiace- sorry Cazzo- shit Grazie- thank you

I chose to stay by the lie only. When I didn't choose to acknowledge his identity I heard him, "Okay, let's set the rules then. Shall we?" I pondered what rules until he started narrating them one by one. They were all quite strange. ****** Translation for the Italian Words: 1. Chi ti ha fatto del male? -- Who hurt you? 2. non voglio che tu pianga -- I don't want you to cry 3. piangere -- Cry 4. Buon compleanno, Mio Prezioso -- Happy Birthday, My Precious

My head lolled back, a moan escaping my lips. "Cazzo, micio. Anche la tua figa sa di fragole." (F*ck, kitty. Even your p*ssy tastes like strawberries) I understood the gist of the statement given the mention of 'p*ssy' and 'strawberries'. The dirty Italian pushed all reservations to the wayside. Bracing one hand on the couch, I slid the other into his hair. I ran my blunt nails across his scalp and felt a shudder ghost down his back.

Aunt Gina ask with a raised brow. "Cazzo" he says, Eros and Nico chuckled amongst themselves. And I hide a shy smile. Being a year and some months with Fabrico and his family, might just have thought me some few italian words. And this Cazzo word, Fabrico had said it many times. It means fucking.

(asshole) I had been taking some few Italian classes from Allison and I knew many cussing words. Allison's eyes widened and she coughed before scratching her head. "Don't tempt me princepesa." He glared again. "And don't tempt me Sir Benjamin." I smiled. "This isn't Italy where you call the shots...over here."I mumbled, gesturing with my hands. "I called the shots. Just a word from me and you'll suffer immensely." I grinned at my comeback. Flipping my hair behind me, I walked away not after giving him a piece of my classic linguistic words.

“How would you say, ‘I want you to scream your name as you fuck me’ in Italian?” I took a deep breath. I could feel myself slowly unraveling in this man’s hands. “Voglio…urlare il tuo nome…mentre fai…sesso con me.” My voice was breathy and quiet. His face lacked any expression except the fiery desire in his eyes. “Tell me, Enora. Are you translating ‘fuck’ as ‘sex’?” I nodded slowly. “Why?” His fingers brushed my lower lip again. Another shiver rippled through me.

But here he was, he had my heart in my mouth just with his eyes and touches. Leaning in, he nuzzled my neck and took a deep breath. Pulling me closer, he let out a husky groan. "Così buono! Ho aspettato così a lungo, Sandra…" he murmured. "Sei mio, cazzo!" I blinked. I couldn't understand anything except the word 'Cazzo'. It was a swear in Italian. As much as I loved to hear that sexy accent and words from his voice, I didn't think the meaning would be good for me at all.

“Yes, I’m sure. Just don’t let’s not get a house with stairs.” I laugh even harder. James kisses me, unable to stop smiling. He kisses me for a long time. “Well, our parents will be happy to not have us underfoot anymore.” “Oh, your dad for sure. When we were watching the game this afternoon, I told him what I was planning to ask you, and he almost offered me money to not have second thoughts.” James bursts out laughing. “You guys are terrible,” I mutter before kissing him again. *It's a play on words: in Italian, the word "key" is "chiave", and "fuck me" can be translated in various ways, one of which is "chiavami", which sounds similar to the word for "key".