Tall Girlfriend Stories Novels & Stories

Smiled like he’d already won. “Deal.” Fourteen days later, I was losing my mind. Two. Days. Left. And nothing. Every woman I met? Not it. Either fake, shallow, or didn’t even get past a full sentence without annoying me. “You could just hire someone,” Ben had said on our way out of the building one last night. A fake girlfriend. The idea was stupid. Risky. And fake. Just like the women I was supposed to be avoiding. “No way,” I told him.

his online girlfriend to other men. "I keep seeing those disgusting posts online where men try to 'give away' their online girlfriends. Seriously sickening." "A girl trusted him enough to meet at a hotel for the first time, and the guy who made that post turned out to be an absolute monster." "Honestly, gold-diggers are pathetic, but heiresses usually aren't stupid either." "The real problem is that these disgusting men target innocent young girls. Men like this should honestly be chemically castrated." "Seriously, I don't know how Naomi tolerated him this long. The second I found out a guy had a homegirl like that, he'd be out of my life immediately. Everybody knows what those girls are rea

He didn't understand what this girl wanted from him anymore. Unable to wait any longer, Clara suddenly pulled Jonathan's tie with her hand. He suddenly followed his inertia and fell towards her. Her strength took him by surprise. He was about to swing his hand away from her, but it was too late. Clara suddenly tiptoed to give Jonathan a passionate kiss. Jonathan opened his eyes wide and looked at her. His lips quickly left her sweet lips. Jonathan stood dumbfounded, looking at her. This strange girl stole his first kiss. It's hard to believe that a talented, handsome 30-year-old man like him has never loved or kissed anyone. But that is true.

Listen, bro,’ the big blonde guy said, leaning in close. ‘Don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m probably gonna end up fucking your girlfriend tonight.’ I laughed it off at first, clinking my soda can against his beer like it was some hilarious joke. Brett. That was his name. Tall, cocky, built like a linebacker, with a grin that made me want to punch him. He told me he and Gina had been messing around for years. That she always ended up cheating on her boyfriends with him. That it wasn’t personal.

Aaron raised an eyebrow. "How cute?" He said, making it sound more like a question. I poked his arm. "How about you, Casanova? How many girls have had the blessed status of being your girlfriend? 30? 31? I could go higher?" I teased. Aaron laughed, shaking his head. "Believe it or not. I've only had 2 girlfriends." He said. I gaped at him. He couldn't be serious. "But all the girls that-"

Before I could stop myself, I tapped the message. It opened to a group chat filled with Fred Thompson's usual circle of friends. My hands shook as I scrolled up. [Everyone else is out. There are just Hannah and Ayla left. One's your official girlfriend, while the other's your new favorite secretary. Final round, man.] [I'm betting on Hannah. She's been with you five years; she's sweet, obedient, and yeah, she's got a great body. Perfect wife material.]

DANIEL Images constantly flood my mind. After seeing those photos, my self-control and everything in me spiraled out of control. I could have tolerated the damn rumor, but those damned images, the ones where my girlfriend is secretly with her lover in her own apartment, that ended up killing me. I never thought Audrey was that kind of woman, one who cheats and lies to you, telling you she wants to be with you. I shouldn't have asked her to be my girlfriend; we shouldn't have tried it. I'm not made for a stable relationship.

I responded, thinking he called me. ‎ ‎"No, darling," he said, "I'm not calling you. My girlfriend is Kourtney over here." ‎ ‎Everyone, including myself, froze. "Kourtney and I have been together for a few weeks now, and we're considering taking things to the next level, you know, a man's gotta settle." ‎ ‎I was too stunned to speak. I stood there like a water fountain fixed to a spot, my eyes wide open like I'm in a scary movie. The saliva in my mouth dried up, and I felt like my throat was burning.

Middle school. Corey Harding is hot! All the girls like him. He smiled at me! I wonder if he likes me? I wrote him a note. Do you like me? He wrote back yes!!! Then he asked me to be his girlfriend. I said yes! The next day he broke up with me. Him and his friend had a bet on who could get the most girlfriends! Ally gave him a black eye. I hate Corey Harding!! High school.

“Well, tell us about your girlfriend.” Ethan runs his fingers through his hair. “I..I don't—” Hudson holds up his wine. “Don't you dare refuse this one.” “Don't just tell us the casual ones,” the blonde in the pool grins as Hudson spanks her ass. “You can tell us about the last time you fucked each other. We want all the details.” “Aren't you a horny little bitch,” Hudson laughs, wrapping his fingers around her neck to kiss her. This conversation is gradually riling me up, though. It's strange I'm the only one who doesn't care about his girlfriend because I've seen her countless times.