Miniskirt Pirates Novels & Stories

She left behind a trail of discrete images of herself but it was as though she skipped a couple of seconds in her speed. As the pirate jerked her body back up from the lean, Aki had already kicked off the mast, flipped, and delivered a kaiten geri or falling kick that hit the pirate squarely on the face and drove her to her knees. Aki landed on one foot and took the Stork stance. “I ought tah hoist ye over th’ yardarm fer that,” the female pirate hissed, blood oozing out of a broken lip. “’Tis a pity ye’re more profitable tah us alive, Aki-hime.”

Werewolves were used to seeing each other naked, so I didn’t really care about being undressed in front of Ukina. Ukina holds the skirt down for me to step into and slides it up. It was nice and flowey, it rested on my hips and went all the way down to the floor and was made of tulle. I twisted a little and watched the skirt wave around me. The skirt I loved, it was a light beige color and was so long it covered my feet. The took was a corset, white with gold trim.I took a deep breath and held it as Ukina squeezed me into it.

Gosh, Zayne, use your head. Larissa was wearing her signature red combat boots with black lace, she loved those boots. She wore that skirt Serenity likes wearing at home. A pink peacock feather printed knife-pleated skirt, a mini skirt, and a white crop tube top. She likes that type of top. Since when did she start wearing skirts? She wore it for him.

“Easy mode for you. You could wear a trash bag and still look like a model.” Mariah rolled her eyes. “Please. Do you know what it’s like being tall?” I blinked. She leaned closer like she was about to confess something deeply traumatic. “Normal skirts,” she whispered, “are not normal skirts on me.” I laughed. “Oh my God.” “I’m serious,” she insisted. “I’ll put on something that’s supposed to be classy and knee-length, and suddenly it’s like… hello, welcome to my accidental mini skirt era.” I snorted. “That’s tragic.”

It was more like; I did not have much clothing she classified as clubbing material. Whereas tonight she was wearing a tight black leather dress with some nice pumps to match, I was wearing an old shirt from a Halloween costume a few years back. It was when I decided to dress like a sexy pirate. Of course, Mel had a say in that too. It was a burgundy off the shoulder blouse with puffy sleeves and a corset like torso that really expressed how heavily blessed I am in the bosom department. It paired well with my dark high waist flare leg jeans and sneakers. I refused to wear heels. I would kill us both.

I put on a yellow blouse and a black miniskirt, underneath them a decent set of underwear, the skirt was so short that when he slammed my back against the door his fingers were inside my panties in seconds. — Change the skirt, or say goodbye to it.- He hissed against my neck. — I dress as I please, Amíntoros. Don't go thinking just because I let you fuck me that means you are my owner. — Mh. Have it your way.- he murmured and ripped my skirt into three large parts. I screamed. —Are you crazy! Look what you've done.- I protested indignantly. — I warned you to change it, tigress.

“The hotties have arrived.” Leesa's pirate outfit consisted of a white button shirt tied in a knot just below her breasts to bare her abs, a pair of black shorts, and loose, knee-high black suede boots Cali had found at the local Goodwill store. Caitlin's gold hoop earring dangled from Leesa's left ear and her red bandana covered the top of Leesa's head. A curved plastic sword hung from a black sash around her waist. The two highlights of the costume were both Cali's idea. The first was one of her bras, which as promised, pushed Leesa's breasts up into an enticing amount of cleavage. The second was to cut a jagged slash into Leesa's right boot and to cover the suede and Leesa's leg with red

"And what purpose is that? To make sure you look the part while you're playing pirate?" I glared at her, then pulled the shirt over my head, tossing it on the bed. She blushed, blinking like an innocent schoolgirl as she looked away from my bare chest. "Say you get tangled in the rat tails while climbing up to mend the sails, or thrown overboard," I said, enjoying the progression of the pinkness in her cheeks as I unbuttoned my pants. "Heavy fabric weighs you down in water, and a high neckline can choke you if you're snagged on something at the right angle. You need something you can slip out of easily...." I began to pull my pants over my thighs, slowing as I caught her gaze. She swallowed,

GENEVIEVE, had chosen to replicate the Bratz doll "Wild West Yasmin." Her hair was a cascade of chestnut waves, secured with a bandana that matched her bold turquoise eyeshadow. She tugged at her fringed suede miniskirt, ensuring it fell just right over her cowgirl boots. The corset top she'd found at a vintage store cinched her waist, emphasizing her free spirit. She was the kind of girl who'd climb the highest tree or dare to kiss a frog, all in the pursuit of a good story.

A silver cross hung around his neck. Like their male counterparts, the girls were definitely dressed to party. The first one had long, straight blonde hair and soft, pouty lips. She wore bright green "hot pants" and a teeny tiny tank top that was cut off just below her breasts. She was holding hands with a very petite little hottie who had done her blonde hair up in pigtails. She wore a very short hot pink miniskirt and a tight black top. The word "Cumslut" was written in silver glitter across hr chest. The last girl was a curvy, voluptuous knockout with long dark hair. She too wore a short skirt—light blue. Her large breasts were packed beneath a tight white blouse that just barely containe