Fluffy Short Novels & Stories

how did this get so complicated? I slip on the outfit Clara picked for me she said and I quote “Looking sexy will draw the eyes to your body and that will give you the advantage “ it’s a stretchy black shorts that are so short my ass check is probably showing. The shirt is black and barley comes down past the boobs. Great choice Clara.

With a little bit of wriggling, I slid it on. Just like in the store, it fits perfectly. The feminine flounce at the neckline makes it kind of look like I have boobs worth noticing, and the shorts don’t pinch or hit at the dreaded mom-short length. I might actually look cute. I twist in the mirror a couple of times. Okay, yeah. I can wear this.

Fluffy: come to my bathroom right now, I need a head massage. I jump out of my bed and immediately take off my hoodie, throwing it somewhere. I turn the lights back on and check my reflection in the mirror. I look a mess, like I’m literally going to bed, but I don’t even have enough time to do anything. The instruction was to come as soon as I get the text. I leave my hair in a messy bun and the oversized shirt that looks like I was thrown into a sack, and I run to Bentley’s room.

she held her up in a tight hug and continue crying bitterly. Aunty Lola where is my mummy and papa and Franca? Lola just hug because she still doesn't know how to explain to the little girl. they stay in that position for about half an hour before she pull out her phone from the house coat pocket, she founds about 45 missed call from her husband and some of their guest that had came for the party earlier.

Beautiful or hunky. She saunters forward toward my sister and purrs, "I know how to put a smile on your lips." * * * Sheila Miller I swallowed as Ms. Franchella sauntered forward, her big boobs jiggling in her low-cut blouse. Her short, leather skirt hugs her hips and shows off the stops of her thigh-high stockings. She leaned forward, her boobs almost spilling out of her blouse. "I know just how to put a smile on your lips," she purred, such a gorgeous woman.

Determined to make a lasting impression, I enlisted the help of my roomie, transforming our shared space into a makeshift fashion studio. Together, we sifted through the array of clothes, each piece carrying its own memories and stories. Amidst the laughter and shared anecdotes, my roomie's keen fashion sense guided the selection, ultimately settling on a short and stunning black floral-printed halter neck crepe fit & flare minidress. The fabric gracefully flowed around my body, and the dress was cut low enough to showcase my slender legs, adding a touch of elegance to the ensemble.

Dahil naka-itim na si Joy, ang pulang two piece na lang ang isinuot niya para hindi sila magkaterno. Litaw na litaw ang kanyang maputing balat pati ang perpektong kurba ng katawan dahil sa swimwear na suot. "Wow! As in wow!" tanging nasabi ni Joy. "Kumakain ka pa ba girl?" umikot ito sa kanya habang manghang-mangha sa nakikita.

I was going to let Yuki in again. "Watch it!" A body pushed me, roughly enough that I took an unsteady step back. I blinked. "Oh—shit! Sorry!" a voice said, feminine, high-pitched and breathy. I looked up. Or more like, down a little. She was 5'3", short purple hair in space buns, the shortest black shorts I'd ever seen, fishnets, and a tee-shirt that was cut short with "Tips make me tipsy" written across it. Her lipstick was berry red. Her eyes twinkled.

I get home and it's already 6:20 pm, I see Miley lying on my couch with a man's shirt that went to the middle of her thighs eating popcorn while watching something on TV. - Speak up Smurfette - I say and she notices my presence coming to me to hug me Miley was 1.62 m tall but I call her Smurfette because she has a blonde hair and because of a blue glitter accident, outside to tease her since I'm taller but she doesn't care.

Her long, shapely legs and curvy hips are emphasized in short, tight matching black spandex shorts. Her now long, shiny dark hair is pulled up into a high ponytail that swings as she tilts her head flirtatiously at Colin and tugs suggestively on his t-shirt. He grins and pokes her belly, clearly smitten and unable to keep his hands off her. I’ll help him with that… My fingers start to curl into a fist that I envision thrusting into my best friend’s face. No…no. As I watch, Kit bats her eyelashes at him and playfully punches his shoulder.