Girly Stuff Novels & Stories

Overall, my room was a girly sanctuary filled with all shades of pink. Kind of ironic, considering how quickly I had grown out of my baby-pink innocence and turned into a hot-pink diva. I have been obsessed with this color ever since I was a child. It all started with my obsession with Barbie. My Papa brought me every single collection there was at the time. Apparently, being the epitome of femininity wasn't enough for Madam Marisha, as she still thought I couldn't play Giselle - and I was basically the mayor of Girly Town!

Now I was waiting and my stomach was filled with butterflies. No no not only butterflies. Whole zoo animals were dancing and singing in my stomach. "Izzy Izzy I am really excited today is your nikkah - screamed Ira coming in room. "ohhh my God I am so excited - said Inayat. "guys why you always scream coming in my room - I said irritated. "sorry - all said in unison smiling sheepishly. "Guys here I am getting nervous - I said but they ignored that. "ohh Allah you are looking like a princess Izzy - said zoya appi.

The pillows, and all the beddings are shining white, very different from the ordinary cloth available in the market and malls in the city. Shayne, herself, is also wearing glowing white dress, that seems reflects the light. Dexter is feeling uneasy with the environment. On the headboard of the bed, there is an expensive hairdresser, Shayne, sit down on the chair in front of it, and fixed herself. Dexter notice, the comb she used is made from silver, and there are lot of expensive jewelries like ring and earing made from fine gold on top of it, in front of the mirror. How could Shayne possess all of those jewelries by herself alone? The more Dexter comes with Shayne, the more and more things

Adjusting the straps to ensure a comfortable fit, she admired herself in the mirror, revelling in her sensuality. She reached for the matching panties, a sheer and delicate fabric that left little to the imagination. She gently slid them up her legs, the fabric gliding sensually against her smooth legs, and she adjusted them to hug her hips perfectly. As each piece of lingerie found its place, Gloria revelled in the empowerment and sensuality it brought. Her movements became a dance, a seductive symphony that left Lawrence breathless. She grew more desirable with each garment, an irresistible force that captivated his every thought.