Girly Stuff Novels & Stories

Gianna exclaimed when they poured out the contents in the shopping bags. There were girly stuffs in there for her such as panties, pads, bras, girl's wears and hair treatments. Layla also got her own package too but somehow she was tensed up with the feeling that something was not right. "Oh my God. I can't go back to being a girl. Who the hell does he think he is? Because he got us a house?" Gianna asked, really pissed off. Layla was silent. She was feeling wield. "Layla? Are you okay? Check out what they got for you."

Specific days are specific themes: Monday: Lacy Red Tuesday: Sexy Blue Wednesday: Goth Black Thursday: Animal Print Friday: Sparkle and Glitter Saturday: Thongs and Bongs (basically things only unless the lady is uncomfortable) Sunday: Sunday’s Best (unless lady is uncomfortable) I sighed with a bit of relief knowing that if I was uncomfortable with going topless or even naked, I had an option to not to. I was measured and fitted for my outfits I’d be wearing here. “Do you own a house or anything?” Ginger asked seriously.

ᯓ★ Frustrated with her current situation, Ginger went to a bar to grab some alcohol in hopes that it would help her forget her frustrations for a while and just have fun. Even though she was not going to work, she still kept her real identity hidden by wearing her wig and contact lenses. And for tonight’s outfit, she wore an off-shoulder short tight black dress, showing her curves in the right places and some cleavage as well. The length of her skirt was above her knee, showing her flawless legs and thighs. She let her wavy hair fall up to her shoulders and wore her favorite earrings.

46. I like to dominate cute goth girls like you. I like to treat entertainers like the sluts and whores I’m paying you to be. I want to make you gag on my cock and stretch you with toys until your pussy is used up and dripping, juicy. I want anal play, deep and hard, and I want to slap your ass while I’m doing it. Another thing, high on my list, is that I want to punish those lovely big tits of yours. And all the while, I want you to be a good little girl and call me Sir.

had arrived and was ready to “give us all some important lessons.” Megan looked at me with horror in her eyes. “Don’t look at me,” I whispered. “I did not plan this part of the party. Granny Apple must have done this on her own.” Soon, we were surrounded by blow-up dolls —did you know they made male blow-up dolls???— cock rings; vibrators; candied underwear; handcuffs; and a variety of other random toys. Synthia treated us to multiple demonstrations, using the dolls and Granny Apple as models where necessary. Granny Apple asked a ton of questions…. as did my mother, who must have been on her fifth cocktail since I arrived.

I twirled my tongue around her savory flesh, bringing Sammy to the point she embraced her tantric titillation. "You should have longer hair," she purred as she ran one hand through my locks. "I don't normally go for butch girls." You guys go be indignant if you wish. These were some sweet teats I was indulging in and I had zero regrets about 'girling-up' for a lesbian. Sammy finally climbed to the mountaintop of her orgasmic quest and howled out her victory.

“And don’t come back with anything that says ‘Mommy’s Little CEO.’” I smirked. “Too late. I already grabbed one that says ‘Future Tax Auditor.’” She didn’t even blink. “I’ll burn it.” I held up a tiny yellow footie pajama. “What about this?” “Looks gender neutral. I approve.” “You don’t want them to wear pink?” “They can wear pink. Or blue. Or green. But nothing with those creepy cartoon faces.” I laughed. “You’re oddly opinionated about this.” “Someone has to be.”

she sings, turning the page. “So the kinks are… DFP”—she looks at me–”Dressing for pleasure,” then reads the page again, “Diaper fetish” I make a face. “Dollification, Dildos, Dog collars.” “Dog collars…” I repeat. She puts the paper down and wiggles her eyebrows. “Are you into it?” I scowl. “No..” She had mentioned animal play under Alphabet A. I didn’t ask her before, but I am a little bold and curious now.

The door of the bathroom flew open, what I first saw was a white skin, fragile white legs on a pair of slippers. I looked up and found a towel wrapped about the body from the waist to the two knees. I was sure this mustn't be a lady because a lady would definitely not wrap a towel from her waist but instead from her chest. Then my eyes moved slowly upwards, I saw... packs...six packs...well set and arranged. I saw a muscular body, then I lifted my eyes up...I saw... a pretty man. His dark oily hair fell slightly on his forehead giving him the cute appearance of a young high school boy. His sideburns and flirting eyelashes with light but tiny pink lips can make any lady crawl into his bed wit

Sheer black thigh-high stockings clung to my thick thighs, clipped to a garter belt that framed my ass like a gift. My heels were six-inch fuck-me stilettos, making my legs look endless and my ass pop like it was begging to be spanked raw. I turned slowly, admiring the way the dress rode up to show the bottom curves of my bare ass cheeks. My makeup was whore-chic: smoky eyes, glossy cock-sucking lips painted cherry red, hair cascading in wild waves down my back. I looked like every man’s filthiest wet dream. And I felt like a goddess about to be defiled.