Larry Shorts Novels & Stories

I was hopeful this wouldn’t be too bold. “Holy shit!” I gasped to myself when I saw Franny coming back down the stairs. Franny had removed her tight designer jeans and was now wearing a pair of indecently short gym shorts. Her red satin halter top has been replaced by a cut of sweat shirt that is sleeveless and is cut off so short that it barely covers her pointy cone shaped tits.

She said as she fell on his shoulder, Lauren's tears dropped, he hated himself, he had come between two loves, he didn't know that Mandy and Noor had such beautiful moments, from their everyday class to their outing, watching the stars, her crazy pose, he saw it all "Whoa! It's passed one in the morning, I need to sleep." Larry said, Pulling Lisa onto the bed very well, she had already fallen asleep, and he too slept but Lauren hadn't, he grabbed the laptop, he watched every video in it, not one escape, the last one was her completely nude. Even though he saw the title, don't open, he did open.

Larry is here and he seems to be brimming with anger. And, holy hell! I'm completely naked and dripping wet.

I grabbed my matching clutch then headed for the door. I walked next door and went up to their porch. I rang the doorbell, then waited nervously for someone to answer it. When the door opened, I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me. Larry, the guy I had flashed earlier, I mean met earlier, was standing there. He had jeans and a button down shirt on. The jeans and shirt were very tight and could almost make out his package and abbs. He looked amazing. He reached out his hand and took mine. He leaned in to kiss my hand, then said "You look amazing! I forgot to tell you it was semi-casual, but I think you look beautiful in that dress."

“I tucked it away in my boxers and made for the door, hoping it would deflate before she noticed, but it just got more rigid and by the time I walked out into the hallway, it was tenting my shorts. You can hide a hard-on in regular jeans or shorts, but you can’t hide one in a pair of boxers, so I hurried back to the room so I could slip my shorts on. Before I could get them up my legs, Lily walked in and noticed I was sporting another woody.” “Busted!” “Yup. And there was nothing I could say. I remember getting that feeling inside, you know when your whole body kind of goes numb and you just want to crawl into a hole and die?” “Well, maybe not that bad, but…yup, I’ve been there before.” “I p

Ivan’s eyes fall on his wrist watch, and he gives a small nod, only then did I realize that I had been holding my breath, and only started breathing at his nod. What was that? Someone clears their throat nosily, prying my eyes away from Ivan to the man standing next to him. He is in colorful shorts and a matching shirt, his smile is too wide, too eager, he reminds me of Barnabas as he looks between us. “Nice to meet you Mr. Valentine. Larry, people call me Little Larry.” I nod, clearing my throat, unsure how to proceed from here. “My Izzy hasn’t had breakfast yet, is there a place we can have something?”

one of the attendant girls shouts and all eyes turn to her in curiosity. That's when I sense him. "Oh God!, look at him" girls in the salon become crazy gawking and checking out the male walking in, to my displeasure. What is he doing here? "How do I get him to notice me?" the one doing our nails asks dreamily as her eyes hungrily follow every step my mate is taking. They are not exaggerating. Lance looks fine. He decided to dress casually today and he nailed it. He has black jean shorts which accentuate his strong curved legs, a white fitting short-sleeved t-shirt that holds onto his arms tightly, making his strong veiny hands obvious, he has white sneakers, and two silver chains hanging on

She walked and ran to get closer to them. Laurel was wearing a short that was too short, she thinks that it can be seen because it was too short. And paired with it is a sleeveless that shows too much chest. She frowned. Since when does this friend dress like that? What he knows Laurel always wears is a t-shirt and jogging pants. She doesn't like that because it's too revealing. Sawyer came closer to her. She was still stunned when his arm wrapped around her waist. "Laurel? Don't you have a game today?”

Larry and his friends sauntered down to the basketball court, their shoulders held high, feeling as if they owned the world, completely unaware of anyone else around them. They tossed the ball back and forth until they spotted Anne standing at the corner, arms folded. Neo nudged Victor to get his attention, as Larry hadn't noticed Anne yet. With a grin, Larry approached Anne. "What's going on with you guys this morning? You are..." Anne began. "Save your compliments, Anne. We know we look good already; we don't need to be reminded," Larry interrupted, raising his hand dismissively.

"Uh, yeah, pretty much. Think you could do it?" Larry stares, and stares, and stares some more. I almost slam my fist on his desk to stop him from blinking so slowly. Larry is your typical fat cat slumlord. He is a large man that only seems to own a dirty white tee and black slacks that he leaves unbuttoned.