Giantess Jolene Novels & Stories

Immediately after that, she changed into the dress she had come with, and stuffing the nightgown into her handbag, she left the mansion. Back at her apartment, Jolene couldn't contain her excitement. She quickly settled into her plush sofa, her fingers tapping away on her phone as she crafted the perfect post. With a mischievous smile, she uploaded the best pictures, each one captioned with just the right amount of mystery and allure. ***Just spent the night with the almighty Oswald Dino Escobar. #Blessed #LivingTheLife #BillionaireVibes #Thankful*** Satisfied, she hit "Post," and within minutes, the notifications started pouring in. Likes, comments, shares, it was exactly the reaction she h

“You're sure you aren't gay? I mean, I will support you either way.” He winks at her. “Years of teaching girls how I like and want it has done me wonders.” Janelle rolls her eyes as she finishes her makeup. “This is exactly why I call you a whore.” I turn to see her straighten herself from her seat. Janelle's blonde hair cascades in soft waves, framing her face elegantly. Her eyes, a mesmerizing blend of black and brown, hold a captivating gaze that draws you in. Her lips painted a deep and bold red, exuding confidence and allure.

Not rushing to get home, not angering her husband, not trying to draw any attention to herself, hoping that no guy paid her any attention. Four times now, Neo had given her new outfits and had her train in them. There had been the dress, a pencil skirt and shirt, capri pants and a sweater and yesterday it was a pair of jeans and T-shirt. The T-shirt was from the next tour of a heavy metal rock band that they both liked. When they had gone back to his apartment, she was still not allowed to use a knife on her pork loin. At the end of the meal, they cleaned the kitchen together and then Neo handed Jolene a large white envelope.

The sound of heels clinking on the sidewalk kept Cara’s mouth closed. “Ladies!” A younger woman walked in. “I’m so sorry I haven’t got to really talk to you.” She walked right up to me. She looked a little older than I did, but muscular as hell. Still, she was beautiful, with long straight blonde hair and perfect makeup. Her skirt swayed around her and the blazer made her look so professional. If it wasn’t for the chunky jewelry, I would have missed the tattoo around her neck. “My name is Jolene!” She held out her hand to me.

Now, every sweet memory had been brutally shattered by the ugly truth. My whole body trembled uncontrollably as I used all the money left in my account to book a plane ticket to leave. I tossed and turned the entire night and only fell asleep when it was almost dawn. Upon being awakened by a burst of laughter, I walked out of the bedroom in a daze. The moment the people outside saw me, they instantly fell silent. My eyes caught the agate jewelry around Jolene's neck and wrist, and I froze in place. Sebastian explained in a low voice, "Jolene is receiving an important award today. She didn't have any suitable jewelry to match her outfit, so I lent her this set."

After informing Cedrick of the room number, Catelyn, Joanne, and Jolene chatted with each other. Jolene and Joanne loved comics. Jolene was even a famous online comic artist, so the two of them got along very well. At that moment only Catelyn found out that Jolene was an adult comic artist! Jolene did not feel awkward one bit. She immediately shared her social media page with them. Catelyn looked, and she was bewildered. It was not only adult content. The crucial thing was that she also drew homoerotic comics with assorted characters.

She giggled to herself as she stepped into the elevator. It was so easy to bring those two pests down. They never saw it coming. And to think, they used to ogle at William — those women and their filthy eyes. The thought of them flaunting how William had fucked them on the office desk made her blood boil. She stepped out of the elevator and headed straight to William Silverman’s office. It was dark when she opened the door. Good, she thought. William’s not here yet. Jolene sprinted to the bookshelf, unzipped her bag, and placed the bronze bust back in position.

“I am overjoyed that you accepted my invitation!” Jólena looked as divine today as she had the last time I saw her. Her wild, fiery orange hair curled wildly around her, moving as if it calculated every motion she might make. Her long, slender body was draped in fabric, a soft lavender that circled her chest and was gathered into a ring at the center. From that ring, two cords of the same color rose to tie around her neck. The skirt flowed from the ring, loose and elegant. She looked like a goddess, stunning and formidable. Her green eyes shone brightly, intensified by the matching green eyeshadow that framed them, making her gaze impossible to look away from.

She tells me while my eyes watch her slide her finger inside her. I wasn’t able to focus hard on what she said but I am sure that she was complaining again about her constant fights with her husband. It wasn’t anything new. “What was it about?” I kept on moving my hand up and down in sync with the action of her finger in and out. She moans, “Something stupid.” Well, shit. Drunk Jolene is different. Drunk Jolene is giggly and always laughing. Drugged and high Jolene is so much different. When she is high like how she is now, she is more sentimental and speaks the whole truth.

You didn’t let a thief into our home; she tricked you. Her giant stood with greater anger, his chair punched back in the same disappointment as the fingers that raked through his hair. ‘I don’t want you to see me like this. So get out.’ Surprise jolted through Jewel. Huh? Did I hear it wrong? Was that an admission of failure? Did the Devil just admit to me that he…looks bad right now? Something clenched her heart and she dashed forward, her arms swiftly wrapped around her giant’s thick, toned waist. ‘I’m not going anywhere, and you can’t make me!’ Her throat got clogged—which has never happened.