Annoying Orange Short Novels & Stories

I answer way too fast while I'm backing away from the guys. "Wait, do you have shorts on under my shirt." Paxton asks as he is trying to lift the shirt up. "You mean my shirt, right?" I laugh out. "Raise the shirt Aspen!" Dimitri grumbles. "I can't." I whine. Paxton quickly lifts the shirt and they have a sight in front of them. I'm in really short as hell shorts. When Paxton lowers the shirt Orion quickly turns me around and both items are out in plain sight. I turn back around and bring the items in front of me. I can't help it I love taking my mates' things.

I think they just want to be first at the food. “OK, WHICH OF YOU ASSHOLES PUT HAIR DYE IN Y SHAMPOO BOTTLE?” I hear Marcus scream. He had just walked into the packhouse. I am the first to see him as he walks into view. I had to turn around to hide my laughter quickly. His normally dark blonde hair is now very bright orange. It looks like someone cut a large orange in half and stuck it on his head. “Damn man, that is orange,” Josh says.

"A safe word stops all play immediately if you are in distress. I know you think you are up for anything, but that may not be true. Your safeword will be orange." I watched as he went to the equipment cabinet and pulled out a Sharpie. He then wrote Orange across my upper chest. "This is to let everybody know. You'll be tested here tonight, but if anybody doesn't respect your safeword, you let me know and I'll kick them out." "OK. Thanks Andre," I said. He just continued looking down at me, but he was smiling. "Get on the rubber mat," he told me. Then he added, "On your knees and cupping your breasts."

Only ways I can do for Daddy. Like look cute. Daddy loves it when I dress up for him, this delicious combination of cute and sexy, a merging of innocence and devilish desire. So like every evening while I wait up for him to get home to me, I put on a pair of colorful stockings, one's that reach up past my knees. These ones are a swirl of orange and white, stripes that make me look like an orange creamsicle. On top of that, I have a tiny pair of gray boy shorts on that barely

“Any new modeling gigs?” She groans, tossing her head back. “Ugh, don’t remind me. My makeup artist thinks I should start wearing orange. Orange!” She rolls her eyes like it’s the worst thing ever. “Orange? Like, pumpkin spice latte orange?” I ask, trying to imitate a dramatic gasp. “Exactly! She says it’s ‘in’ this season,” Susan says, crossing her arms. “But I just can’t do it. It’s not me!” I keep rubbing her feet, pretending to think seriously. “How about this? You wear the orange, and I’ll wear a matching pumpkin costume. Deal?”

"You can appreciate me once in a while, you know. Go on, tell me how awesome I look?" "You erm look like . . . " he trailed off and I smiled expectantly. "A girl . . . orange?" "What?" "You look like a girl and an orange," Clark repeated in a satisfied tone and I gave him a perplexed look. "I look like a girl? That's it? And a fooking orange? A damn fruit?! What? Why? How?" I looked down at my dress and protested, "Besides, this dress is yellow!" "What I mean is that I love oranges---"

I must finish all my work quickly so I can pick up Orange. It was almost lunchtime when there was a knock on my office door. If that's my secretary with more papers, I will lose my mind! The door opened, and as I looked up, I was stunned when I saw Orange enter. She closed the door and then locked it. She ran to me and sat on my lap. She held my face and immediately kissed me on the lips. I responded passionately to her. I even grabbed her butt and pinched it, causing her to giggle.

While some guys thought it would be nice to made inappropriate comments at Thelma. “Nice ass!” A random guy call out to Thelma from the crowd and his fellow mates also join in cheering her gorgeous figure. Orlando was furious and turned around to punch the idiots calling her. There were too many men in the hall, so finding those lunatics would be impossible. “Is something wrong?” Thelma asked. She noticed Orlando was tensed a bit and glared at the audience.

Carmen asked from behind me and I turned to look at her. Carmen's dress was as short as Raya's. It was orange just like the theme required, one long sleeve puffy at the bottom while her other arm was sleeveless. The neck of the dress was wrapped with her left bust, while the other bust had tiny silver stones that escaped to the side of the dress. It was a beautiful dress but a bit more revealing than the others and I noticed Lana's distaste but she kept it to herself allowing Carmen feel proud in her own sense.

Orlando let out a short, humorless laugh. “What can’t happen to you?” he shot back. “Do you hear yourself?” The air in the room shifted instantly, tension threading through it like a pulled wire. Aiden frowned. “It’s just tutoring, Orlando. I go there, I teach, and I leave. Nothing has happened so far.” “That’s exactly the problem,” Orlando snapped, running a hand through his hair. “Nothing has happened yet.” Silence fell for a second. “You’re getting too comfortable,” Orlando continued, his voice lower now, more controlled but somehow more dangerous because of it. “You think just because your pheromones have been quiet for a month, everything is suddenly safe?”