Miniskirt Pirates Novels & Stories

The princess was about to fall because of her dizzy feeling but Randell caught her quickly so the princess didn't immediately fall to the ground. The princess still opened her eyes, her eyes still reflected the handsome pirate's face even though it was a bit blurry. When their eyes accidentally met, the handsome pirate was shocked by what Chandra did to him. Chandra raised her hand in the air towards Randell's face. The princess touched her palm to the smooth and soft cheek of the handsome pirate. This is indeed a bandit, a pirate who sails across the ocean whose only mission is to rob the town they land in. That's what those who know about pirates think. They are one of the seasoned thieves

Linaria responds with a knowing smirk. The girls get dressed to go cause some trouble. Linaria in a maroon camisole with magenta swirls across it, accommodated by a matching maroon mini skirt, black tights, and maroon combat boots. And Kir with green and purple camisole, a seafoam green plaid mini skirt with chains, a studded black leather jacket, and green and purple boots.

“He made the demand, after all. Also, it was him who initiated Pirate’s Day. He isn’t old enough, yet I swear he was a Viking in the distant past. Your drawers are here. “Crotchless. That was back then. Lelandi laughed. Lelandi’s head was covered by Silva as she wore a cotton, sleeveless, knee-length chemise. She pulled a robin’s egg blue satin corset out of the drawer that was highly boned with whalebone. Lelandi’s arms were crossed. The corset, please.

Who knew those lessons would come in handy now, playing pirates with two children? As the battle rages, more men steadily join the fight. Jeremy and Cruise, along with Carmen and the man Sawyer brought with her. Let’s just say I’ve never seen a non-binary man with long nails and wearing sparkly pink clothing fence so well in stiletto-heeled ankle boots. Their form is perfect. Griffen would give them high marks while the rest of us got welts left from the end of his whip on the areas we needed to correct.

They had bought a dozen sexy clothes for me, saying I needed to look like a celebrity model girlfriend. “You have the body, now give off the attitude.” Marco said while I argued with them over not being too sexy. Having three mates was intense but they were so adorable. I put on a baby pink puff sleeved mini dress in a shimmery chiffon material. I put on clear heels with clear straps. I hoped I could walk in these, I wasn't used to all of these. I only had the idea of going on a short yacht cruise with them, short in the sense it would last for one or two days but they never told me where we were going.

I tease. It’s not really a knock-’em-dead outfit, more like a makes-me-feel-cute-and-sexy outfit. I’m pairing a silky, black with white polka dots tank top that hugs tight to my breasts and waist with a black miniskirt that ends mid-thigh and high-heeled, black sandals. The heels with the skirt place my long, toned legs in the spotlight. Peyton says my legs are my best asset. To finish the look, I secure my hair in a loose ponytail, with tendrils framing my face.

Even though the shower was calling my name I decided against it because the soap options just didn’t sit well with me. Walking into the closet I decided to choose a dress that reminded me of peasant wear that I’ve seen in movies. If worn with a few different accessories I bet it would pass off as a pirate too. I chuckled to myself thinking dressing up as a pirate would be fun. The clothes are so complicated, this one outfit has seven layers in it already. I’m surprised that after putting it on it doesn’t feel heavy nor is it stifling. For a dress it’s rather comfortable and the added make shift corset gives support to my breasts. Even if I don’t care for dresses I don’t seem to have a choice

The Princess Peach. Soon the unconscious girl came to and was on her feet again though dripping with water. She cleaned up a little, and we hustled her out for some air. Even after that vicious coco-bump and drenching with alcohol, you could tell she was still great-looking. She was tall and slender, with a really natural look to her. She didn't put on makeup like most girls around here. Also, it didn't hurt that her miniskirt barely covered her fantastic legs. Legs that made men drool like a bulldog and women ached with envy.

I said, but my voice trailed off as I took them in. I didn’t know who they were, but the way they were dressed was… something else. They were wearing tiny, micro-mini skirts that showed off every inch of their thighs. My heart did a strange, uncomfortable flip in my chest, and I just wanted to ask them why on earth they would dress that way. "Why are—" I started, but I stopped myself just in time.

Derrick teases, making Wyatt snigger. To my dismay, Jartre sets me back on my feet, but on the bright side, I can now take in his full appearance. I blink in surprise when I realise he’s come dressed in the club’s theme. And oh mamma does he look fine. He’s wearing a low-cut, white satin shirt with open cuffs, and black crocodile-skin pants with matching boots. He’s like a sexy high-fashion pirate, and I’d walk his plank any day. I lick my lips and shake my head straight, quickly taking his hand in mine and guiding him around to the other side of the booth.