Girly Stuff Novels & Stories

So, I grabbed it. 'OMG YOU'VE BEEN TEXTING SILASON ALL THIS TIME.' I screamed. 'I've got a date tonight.' Huh tonight. I was confused but I realised it was 8 in the morning and I haven't got any sleep yet. I sipped on Ser's coffee to keep me up. 'I hope you know that it's sisters before misters.' 'Bros before hoes.' Adelina continued. 'Chicks before dicks.' 'Bellas before fellas.' 'Ovaried over brovaries.'

there are soo many beautiful girls out there waiting for just a smile from me then why am I soo stuck up with this one? Because she's better than all those beautiful girls to me. What what?! Why did I even think about something like that? That too soo cringey! I sighed. This won't do.... I can't keep wasting my time like this because of some fangirl. She wasn't even a fangirl anymore. Why am I soo sad about it? Good riddance right. She isn't even contacting Bhai. Perfect... But why isn't she my fan anymore. That definitely hurts my pride. That's right! That's the reason why I'm soo riled up. I don't have any feelings for her... ofcourse....

I walk her out and shut the door. Wrens gorgeous. Long, jet black hair, toned body, piercing blue eyes. She's my best friend and a great stress reliever every once in a while. Whenever I'm down, she's there to listen and sometimes takes care of other things. Which is ideal for me. I'm focused on my career, not women. I won't turn one down. I've got countless bar hookups under my belt, but I refuse to be that guy. Worrying about women when the alliance is under threat.

She was a big girl and she could look after herself! Which perhaps explained why she didn't tell him about some of Funky Lady's more adult products. They didn't just sell mainstream lingerie but also some more specialised role play costumes such as naughty nurse outfits as well as a range of sex toys and accessories. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him, she thought.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Oppan Gangnam style Eh Sexy Lady Oppan Gangnam style Eh Sexy Lady Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Swinging our bodies to the peppy tune, we glided through the army of witches that came out from both ends and in no time, all of those bitches were stuck to the deadly Super Glue and melting their way to noiseless but painful death. Nyssa’s special glue worked wonders on these evil Power Puff Girls. But wait a sec. Weren’t they every girl’s favourite cartoon characters ? Ughh. Never mind.

More of the same. And the next... Cosmetics: lipsticks, foundations, eyeliners and mascaras, blushers and shadows, designer perfume and cheap scent, powders, lotions and creams. No woman needs all this. Still moving carefully, I back out. A quick search of the rest of the room reveals more of the same. Chock-full wardrobes. Jammed drawers. Wigs, sunglasses, scarves, gloves, sashes and shawls. Battalions of nail varnish bottles stand in ranks on the dresser. The drawers are jammed with underwear: panties, bras, stockings.

Jackie said and pulled back the covers on the bed. “What about this one?” Gabriella said as she held up a short, red satin nightie. “That’s nice, but I think we should pack this one,” Jodi said and held up a purple and black bustier. “We’ll throw in a couple of thigh highs and garters. He’ll love that.” “The bustier is part of my wardrobe for special orgy nights,” Jackie said. “Sometimes, I think you have a split personality disorder,” Jodi said. “Jackie Garvey, the professional intellectual, and Jackie Garvey, the Madam of the Orgy Bar are one in the same. It’s time for you to accept that.”

Isabella gasped in awe. This was her first time to see a band performing live and she loved every second of watching it. The best thing about bein' a woman ls the prerogative to have a little fun and Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy Forget I'm a lady Men's shirts, short skirts Oh, oh, oh, really go wild Yeah, doin' it in style Oh, oh, oh, get in the action Feel the attraction Color my hair, do what I dare Oh, oh, oh, I wanna be free