Little Miss Tiny Novels & Stories

My friend suggested I try online dating, I told him I don’t need a fake little or a gold digger but he assured me that this website is legit. After making an account and logging in I found out that he is right, this website filled with doms and littles from all ages and all over the world. I did make few friends along with my dominants friends, the littles were either very shy or very forward coming, but most importantly most of them were taken. Scrolling through the news feed I saw a little had a post about her birthday, I clicked into her profile and saw a sloth for a profile picture which is adorable. Her info said that she’s shy, loves to sing, and new to the whole dom/little dynamics.

Damm she's easier to deal with with than my problems, wish I could just give them all sweets and everything will be good. Mia has been the little ray of sunshine in my life since I moved here she doesn't pity even when she knows what I am going through and somehow I am grateful for that . She's human but she knows about warewolves , she's 5'2 with blonde hair and brown eyes but she mostly wears pink contacts still don't know why, she dresses like we are going for a party like every single Damm time, like right now she's putting on a pink crop top and a pink jacket with a black skirt and boots with her hair in a neat ponytail and a classy makeup ,says she's has to look her best for when she d

Don't say I'm here. Ryan laughs. The girl was fun. He stands up as footsteps approach. - oh! Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. Did you happen to see a little one around here? Ryan, pointing back, replies: - I haven't seen any girls around here. The woman smiles, understanding Ryan's gesture. - Where did she hide? - She says, smiling and advancing to the tree. Quickly, she throws her arms and catches the little girl, who screams. As she holds her, she tickles her and the girl giggles.

But then she found something appropriate for her. She saw black gym shorts and was without wasting anytime wore them but as soon as she left them they slide down and pooled against her feet. They were too losse for her tiny waist. Angrily she pulled them back on her waist and tied it's strings tightly securing around her tiny waist. When she was satisfied she started walking more because no way she will go out of this room and let those monsters hurt her again.

I arched my eyebrow in confusion, and it was then I noticed the tiny peephole, and I twisted my body desperately, looking through it. Weirdly, Mrs Williams stared directly at me; my heart missed at least two solid beats and immediately shrunk away. “ Dante, I’ll be expecting you for dinner tonight, and also, you can bring your friend who is under the table. She can get out of there. I'm sure the poor girl is all cramped up there.” I turned an impossible shade of red literally. I was glued to that spot till I heard the door close shut, Dante pushed his chair back and bent, mischief in his eyes.

She nodded, her eyes fixed on the tall, imposing structure in front of her. Emily was dressed in tattered clothes, dirt smudged on her face, her hair disheveled. Today was her first mission, and it was happening in a five-star hotel that catered to the elite. The lobby was bustling with elegantly dressed people, a stark contrast to her current appearance. "Are you sure they'll let me in, dressed this way?" she asked softly, glancing down at her ragged attire.

Everyone froze. Even Donovan and Rebecca—always chasing money—just stood there as I walked out. I drove home. I stepped into the small place that used to be full of laughter. Every step hit like a punch to the chest. Every corner, everything—ten years of us living here together. Memories I thought would last forever, now cutting like glass. I forced myself to pack. Just kept moving, like that could fix anything. On the shelf sat The Little Prince—the copy we picked together. A faded movie ticket still tucked inside. Our first date.

"I just want a rich fucker to pay my rent for a year and get me the latest iPhone. Bonus points if he has a fat cock to bounce on." We all burst out laughing like the airheaded sluts we were. Finally I picked out a lacy micro mini dress that barely covered my ass. Beneath it, I wore a tiny bra that could barely contain my tits, nipples standing like fuck buttons. I also wore small panties which would make it easier for any rich prick who wanted to bend me over and slam into my dripping cunt. Ready, I turned back to Mira who was still on the bed, playing with her now drenched, sloppy snatch.

Her fingers were a little shaky, but her voice was soft and brave. “It’s okay,” she whispered. “I… I can answer.” Everyone looked at her. “My name is Missy,” she said, twisting her fingers under the table. “I’m nineteen. I love drawing and singing a lot. I don’t… have a boyfriend.” She paused, as if expecting someone to laugh or scoff or roll their eyes. No one did. Even Enzo stayed quiet now. “I live with my mom,” she finished. “Yeah. That’s… that’s it, I guess.”

"Do you miss me, Karen?" Little Karen stretched out her hand to hold Mia Kyle's face and said seriously, "Yes I do! I miss you! I want my Little Aunt to 'whoosh' at me." "Whoosh—" Mia Kyle blew on Little Karen's face and rubbed her little face. "Little Karen, I think you're more and more beautiful. You look more and more like Little Aunt." Little Karen replied, "I am more beautiful than you, Little Aunt." Mia Kyle twitched her mouth and looked as if she wanted to cry. "How can Little Karen be more beautiful than me? I will be so sad."