8 Feet Tall Woman Novels & Stories

I got up and walked around the little clearing I was in. Coming from the tree line was a beautiful woman with long black hair flowing out from behind her. She must have stood at 6 feet tall with curves to make a gay man straight. She looked like she was floating towards me almost and had a glow about her. I felt at great peace the closer she came to me.

She was naked. At thirty-eight, she had lost none of her youthful beauty. Only five feet tall, she has the kind of curvy frame that fills out swimsuits perfectly. Not big on top, more than enough, and she doesn't trim or shave--blonde, top and bottom. She's a tiger in bed, and there isn't much we haven't tried. I adjusted my half-hard cock and shut the door behind me.

She was entirely hopeless in front of the monster who doesn't even give the autonomy to die and it made her more enraged making her breathing hard. The soft voice made her look at the bedroom door. There was a woman who looked like she was a model who jumped out of a men's health magazine. She only could see half of her body as she was behind the door frame. She had long, dark hair, was at least six feet tall, and her b**bs... 34-EE. As someone who is scarcely endowed in the chest area with a pathetic bra measurement of 32-A, Jacques had an eye to measure up other women's measurements with her eyes. It is a little creepy, yes. But one would always yearn for the thing they miss as it is human

"She tried to spar with one of the other trainees. This one that is standing to my right." He pointed to another young woman who stood timidly and we turned to see who was. She was quite taller than her fallen counterpart and had a much larger frame. She looked a bit over 6 feet; a nice height for a woman. The other lady looked not more than 5 '6, even if I couldn't quite get that accurately since she was still lying on the floor.

She was about hundred and sixty-seven centimeters in height and had curly ginger hair and a very deep dark amber-brown gaze. "No, we were deceived... they tricked us, but don't worry our men are everywhere in the country and I assure you that girl has not stepped out of the country yet." the man in pure black said, although he was hundred and eighty centimeter in height but was surely on the lower rank as that of the woman in front of him.

Like, short. The average woman in the pack was around five-foot-nine. Some were taller, and some were shorter by only a margin of a couple of inches. I, on the other hand, was five feet five inches tall. Almost half a foot shorter than all the women. And considering that all the men were taller than the women, that made them all tower over me.

"That's right, my sweet Kylie. You're so clever. Go quickly and invite Mr. Harris for a drink!" Kylie obediently stood up. This girl had a height of about 1.7 meters, even taller than Richard Harris when she wore high heels. When women are too tall, it doesn't give the feeling of a small bird nestling against them. Sometimes it's better to be a bit shorter. As he thought about it, the adorable figure of Roxana Nelson appeared in his mind. Strangely, he was thinking about Roxana Nelson, a girl only about 1.6 meters tall.

This was the first time I feel any sort of fire inside me since--, NO. Not even HER gets to ruin this moment. I thought I would never feel another fire after she had gone. And yet this gentleman here makes me feel something inside me. Something I don’t know I could feel for another human being. But of course, something like this didn’t happen out of the blue. Eleven hours earlier. The day starts early here for women. The first light was just slightly above the horizon when I sipped the last drop of my black coffee in The Daily Bread to join a group of young girls in full-length baby blue dresses.

'Her relationship with Vermont must be anything but ordinary if she lives here,' the woman thought. While the woman assessed Felicity, Felicity was also sizing her up. The woman stood at around 5'7" with long legs that seemed to stretch up to Felicity's waist. She wore a form-fitting, burgundy dress that accentuated her figure. Her makeup was flawless, and she had an attractive physique. While she might not possess Stella's striking allure, she was still undeniably beautiful.

She had done enough damage to me since my arrival in Damon's life. "Is there anything you need?" I asked in the politest tone I could muster. I didn't need common sense to tell me that this woman towering over six foot five inches could mangle me with just one swift movement of her hand. Made me wonder if she was a descendant of the A****n somewhere in uncivilised Brazil. Her cold glare glazed my skin, creating a wave of coldness that could have blasted through my chest like I was somewhere around the north pole, fighting for my life in a cold blizzard.