Little Miss Tiny Novels & Stories

Missy eyed him coyly, as she slowly lifted her thin t-shirt from her chest, reaching high with her arms as the material gave way, and her tiny breasts bounced free as she threw it to the floor. Matt sat mesmerized by the hot, horny girl in front of him, just inches away. He breathed heavily, lifting his hips to slide off his shorts. Missy gasped at the sight of his thick, heavy cock as it stood straight up at her. She smiled, nervous and excited all at the same time. She continued undressing; lifting her long, thin legs from her shorts, kicking them off to the side. She now stood in nothing but her thin cotton panties.

Beth returned to the changing room with a mini dress which has Sabrina sleeves that Logan chose. She took off her clothes and gave them to their maid, through the gap in the door, the maid would wrap up the Cherry print miniskirt to be paid for later. Beth wears a pink mini dress that fits her body perfectly. Her chest seems to be wrapped in a fit and bigger impression, her waist looks slim and with flared bottoms, she looks like a teenager who wants to go to the mall for a date. Beth tried to spin, the bottom of the mini-dress she was wearing flew up like Marilyn Monroe's pose when her dress was blown by the wind. Beth smiled amusedly. So silly!

I tried to psych myself up as I rode the elevator to their floor. As the door to their apartment opened, I knew that tonight was on the right track. Missy was grinning up at me in lingerie. It could be a dress, but I’m confident this was lingerie. No woman would wear the pale pink scalloped lace with ultra-skinny tie straps and rosette accents, ultra mini length dress with built-in bra out to dinner or even a club… well, maybe certain clubs. Her lips spread into a smile as she eye fucked me. “Glad you made it, Clay. Now get in here.” She pulled me into the apartment by my button-down shirt.

But they were old wolves, who had been in the market for many years, I did not know what I could do to get some information from them. I shook my head, drank a cup of coffee, tried to concentrate on my work. When I finished my work, I was just getting ready for the party. I rushed back to my hotel room and prepared for the party tonight. A basic black long-sleeve mini dress and a gold high heels were a good choice. I made a low ponytail and wore a natural makeup. I stood looking at my reflection in the mirror. I looked simple and not too prominent. Yes, it was simple and not too prominent, these was the adjectives that should be used to describe an assistant like me.

“Get ready, the show will start in three hours, and Miss will be waiting to be picked up by you. This is the access card, room number three zero zero eight, twelfth floor.” Chan-yeol reluctantly hands over the thin square object. Then he asked, “What kind of event am I going to attend?” Whatever the reason for coming here, he had to keep adapting. “The forty-eighth anniversary of the company Miss. Your clothes have been provided by the hotel….”

"Sorry to disturb you ma, one Miss Rue is here to see you, She doesn't have an appointment but she is insisting that you know her. Rue? What was Rue doing here? "Let her in," Octavia ordered. "Alright ma," the secretary nodded leaving to get Miss Rue as she closed the door behind her, It didn't take long before the door opened again as Rue walked in dressed in a transparent knee-length gown but she was wearing a black knee-length tube inside with a black heel. "Your secretary said you were in a meeting, doesn't look like it?" "How are you doing? I am surprised by your visit," Octavia smiled,

Liv I wheeled back into the room with Kacy pushing the chair and my whole body already starting to feel like it had been run over by a truck twice, and the second we crossed the door the blonde baby was still going full siren mode, that loud piercing cry bouncing off the walls like she owned the place and everybody else better shut up and listen. Zoe had her up on her shoulder doing these ridiculous little bounces while Mia was right there beside her waving a pacifier like it was a magic wand yelling, “Come on you tiny dictator, take the damn thing before we all go deaf, your mama just got back from the dead zone and she does not need this right now.”

"You look like you're walking into an exam." "I don't do well with people staring," I muttered back. "Get used to it. You're mine tonight." She said it so easily, like a line from a script, and I told myself that's exactly what it was. A performance. Nothing more. We hadn't even reached the drinks table before a girl I didn't recognize appeared at my elbow, all lash extensions with a rehearsed laughter. "You must be Clyde." She said my name like she'd been practicing it. "I'm Natasha. I've heard so much about you."

CHAPTER 12 /MAVERICK/ The music was pounding so hard that I was beginning to come down with a headache. We were at an off-campus house party, the living room packed to the brim with sweaty bodies, red plastic cups, and the strong smell of cheap alcohol. Over by the beer pong table, Saige and the rest of the guys were completely occupied, trying to impress a group of girls from the lacrosse team. I was leaning against the kitchen counter, taking a slow sip from my cup while scrolling through my phone. I had opened my chat with Nathan for the third time in ten minutes, staring at the little grey checkmarks. He hadn't replied to my last text from an hour ago. He was probably studying. How typic

She just left and never say a word about why she cheated. "Oh! You hate attention and Celine was perfect. She's pretty lowkey so you don't need to worry about having people's attention towards you." "You're saying that Celine is average?" I looked at him flatly. "Have you seen Ivory? She's drop dead gorgeous! I swear she's so beautiful if you see her in real life." Jack said as he's daydreaming. "Focus!" I clapped my hands in front of him. "I mean you're right.." I said as I took a sip of my wine.