Banana Pants Novels & Stories

“Last night, I visited King Guaya. He talked about the visitors you saw the other night. They demanded for Banabella, but we denied them their request. King Guaya lied to them that she’d been acutely ill and had died two days ago. The prince did not believe this. He and his men left, saying no word. King Guaya followed them as though leading the way out, and furiously, a soldier threw a parchment at his face and that was when they left in anger. The next day, another group returned, demanding for Banabella. And as they rode off, with no hopeful response from King Guaya, a soldier hauled another parchment at his face. “The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from

Gabe said. “They also cost too much,” Bree said as she looked at him. “I just need a pair of pants that I can fold down a bit and a few large tee shirts.” “Bree, why are you being so difficult?” Gabe asked as he looked at her. “Because this is fifty dollars for a shirt. The pants over there have a tag on them for even more. Gabe, I am wearing this for a few months. That’s it. It is too much money.” Bree said.

I mean I knew he was good looking before but now, seeing him all dressed up like I had never seen him before I was like star struck. He simply wore a pair of black skinny jeans, a read shirt and his curly hair was falling down his face. He wore a pair of red and black Nike shoes to go with his outfit, a leather strap Emporio Armani watch that look like it was custom made. I could see ‘Ballo’ engraved in gold at the sides. Damn! Was a good site to see. “Jesus, Camilla you are half way to drooling on my floors. I know am hot but can you please close your mouth.” He said with a bored expression on his face.

Nasa wallet kaya? Bumitaw ang isang kamay niya sa manibela upang kapain ang pitaka sa bulsa ng suot na tailored pants. Nakakapanliit ang makapal na bungkos ng perang papel na nagsisiksikan sa loob ng black leather wallet. Kay raming pera ni Monsour, ngunit hindi naman nito nagagawang bilhin ang kaligayahan na ubod nang ilap...!

Andrew remained seated in the pantry chair as Alice emerged from the room, wearing white hot pants that showcased her slender and smooth legs. Paired with a Sabrina model top that also displayed her sexy shoulders with a low-cut design. Andrew grumbled in frustration because he couldn't bear the thought of another man enjoying Alice's sexy body. Only he had the right to everything that belonged to that woman. Still observing Alice's activities as she put her wallet into her shoulder bag, Andrew stood up and approached her.

"Leather pants, boots, fabulous tees, lots of jewelry." "Leather…leather pants?" Katie asks in confusion. "Yeah, trousers, like the ones the guys wear," she explains. "Women don't wear those here," Katie says. "Why the fuck not?" "I don't know, we just never wear them." "Girrrrrrrrrlll. You'll look fabulous in a pair of slim fit jeans and lemme see," Sarah says as she holds Katie firmly with a "don't move" and moves back a bit as she studies her.

And unfortunately, I was that breakfast. But instead of being scared of his fierce expression, I couldn’t help but let my eyes roam over his bare upper body. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and the only thing covering his lower half was a thin pair of boxer shorts. Yes, thin—because his jumbo banana was very visible. I swallowed hard, unable to take my eyes off the bulge between his legs. So, bananas really do come in that size—jumbo, indeed. Or maybe even bigger than jumbo.

I got changed as instructed. He's picked out a pair of black yoga pants and a matching pair of black sports bra. He'd even picked a pair of white pair of Nike sneakers out, as well as matching socks. I laughed to myself when I found my arm bands there, too. Noah had insisted that they're useless, but I brought them anyway.

That may be why yoga pants were invented as payback. I might be a virgin, but that doesn't mean I am immune to shit in front of me. "Costly jewelry from a witch. It makes it possible to enjoy the sunshine. Believe me; it was worth every penny." So he tells me, smiling and opening his arms to the sunlight, and the smug asshole even does a spin.

Well it just so happened that my inquisitiveness was alot stronger than my pride and anger, so i put on my big girl pants and went up to my dad to question him. Just so you know, I do have a big girl pant. It's a black leather pant with ripped stripped and a red write up saying "IDGAF". That pant got me feeling like a biker girl, it's my confidence booster for house conversations. He was sitting on the couch with his laptop positioned on the arm rest. I walked in and he was about to immediately try initiating a conversation but held back his words with a sign, looking at my pants with exhaustion. I guess he does recognize the blessed pants.