Her Four Incher Novels & Stories

“Those are yours. I saved all the curled ones. I know how much you love the crunch.” She opens the bag, sees only the curled chips inside, and gives me that bright, eye-crinkling smile that always wrecks me. “Go bring my sauce, then,” she says, trying to sound bossy but still flushed. I smirk, holding my gaze for a second before walking away. *Fuck!*

“Qué cojones. Why isn’t she picking up?” Lola’s voice was tinged with frustration as she rang her friend’s phone for the umpteenth time. Just as she began to think her signal in the elevator was too weak to place a call through, an annoyingly loud teenager proved her wrong, walking into the large steel box on the seventh floor while watching I*******m reels on his phone, which was connected to a small Bluetooth speaker dangling from his hip as he pushed the button for the 10th floor.

he suggested, concern clear in his voice. "No, I'm good. Let's keep going." I wasn't about to let her think she could intimidate me. We went through several more sequences, and each time, Sarah pushed just a little harder. Testing me. Challenging me. Waiting to see if I'd back down. I didn't. Finally, during a grappling exercise, she got me pinned and leaned close enough that only I could hear her whisper. "He's going to be mine. You have three others. You don't need all four."

The mattress squealed under her as we laid her down, our shadows looming over her. She pushed herself up on her elbows, wild hair spilling over flushed cheeks, lips kiss-swollen. “Don’t-” “Oh, we will,” I cut in, my wolf’s growl lacing every word. Four sets of hands worked her over, fast and slow all at once - shirt tugged up, jeans peeled away, until she lay there in nothing but her bra and panties. We froze. Just a second. To look. To breathe her in. “Fuck,” Jaxon whispered, eyes blazing. “She’s perfect.”

Gold City was vast, but its social circles were small. Yet, Christine and I never met. One afternoon, I happened to see their daughter, Alicia, at a buffet restaurant. She was hiding behind an artificial rock decoration and eating a tub of ice cream. She looked like an adorable squirrel with how she was stuffing her cheeks. I stopped in my tracks without thinking and found it impossible to tear my eyes away. A moment later, I heard Christine calling out her name. Alicia heard Christine too, and she widened her eyes in panic, unsure of what to do as she clutched the tub of ice cream.

was a text a got from Irina, I didn't bother to reply and I'm sure my silence was enough message to her. I guess she didn't, because as I got to my apartment, I saw her dressed In an elegant chanel dress and Rene Caovilli heels. Irina was truly elegant, with a model height of 5’9 she stood a taller than most females and a tad bit taller than some men. She was a blonde with a slender figure and beautiful blue eyes, she was indeed a beauty and I was once immensely attracted to her, but right now, all I could see her was as an intruder I needed my space from.

I'm three whiskeys deep,my tux shirt untucked, buzzing hard. “Babe, it's late, I have to go back to the hotel,"she says, kissing my lips. Her friends cheered her out, but one stayed, the hot one I barely knew. My eyes have been on her curvy brunette forever. Her tight dress hugging her fat ass and those DD títs straining lace.

This guy cut off his balls to go around dressed like a girl. - Faggot. – one says, grabbing his balls as if he feared someone would cut them too. One of the girls gets off her lover's lap and approaches. - I know you. This is the guy who dated that famous "shark." I thought you were prettier to turn a hetero's head. - Careful, Frida, he is more handsome than you. She lifts her shirt, showing her breasts. - These are real. She puts her hands between her legs.

We pulled up in front of her dorm, but she didn't jump out quickly she just stared at the door. "I feel something more here, right? You are being very passive, but I can feel it in the way you look at me, and the way you speak to me. I may be innocent, but I am not incompetent." She was offended. These young girls are not very thick-skinned. "Iris," I said reaching for her hand, " I am not saying your stupid. My personality and life is hard to explain. Sometimes it's harder for some to understand. I don't want to push it at you. It's more of a one-step-at-a-time thing." I said sternly again. Letting her know I wasn't treating her like she was stupid. She opened her door and looked back towa

“She’s small and cute. Why not?” Enkeli grit her teeth then sucked in her lip. “Okay.” She put up her hand in a stop sign. “I am not small. I am 5’4 and you’re only 7 inches taller than me so unless you suddenly become 6’6, talk to the hand.” She flipped her short hair in an ending statement. “7 inches make all the difference.” He shrugged.