Ouji Shorts Novels & Stories

It was a different club than the one we belong to now. Being that it was a Luau theme party, she was only wearing a small flowery wrap type mini skirt and a tube type top that left the bottom of her tummy bare. Her shoes were low heeled strappy sandals with a strap between her toes. They were kind of a casual to dressy flip flops if you will. I will never forget how sexy she was. She likes her toes brightly painted and loves sexy feet. Her hair was up at the beginning with flowers in her hair. I admit that she had an, "I'm fuckable" look to her. Her look said "I'm sexy and I know it." Her skirt was short enough that her panties could almost be seen if she bent over.

May, her mum, said from the other end of the couch, not looking up from her wine. Ocean pouted. “I'm not crushing him. Am I crushing you?” She turned to look at her daddy, looking like she was ready to cry if he gave the wrong response to her question. Jonas' jaw tightened. “You're not. It's okay.” Ocean smiled and shifted. Her bare thighs pressed against the denim of his jeans. She'd worn the shortest skirt she owned tonight. It was a denim that rode up when she sat, not that she'd planned it. She'd just… grabbed it from the floor of her closet. It was the same one he'd told her was too short for church.

she said Yoonji removed a mustard colour rushed short jumper which had frills at the bottom and spaghetti straps to hold the top in place. It was a cute number Yoonji had to admit it. "Its so cute!" Yoonji implied her honest thought and Sashi breathed in relied. "It instantly reminded me of you" she said knowing the bright personality of Yoonji. "Awe. Thanks Sashi. I love it" Yoonji said with genuine happiness on her face. "You are welcome. I wasn't sure if you will like it or not" she said with embarrassment.

If his were. I stepped back into the room, the towel tied tight around me, my skin still warm from the shower. My heart was beating way too fast, but I didn’t even try to calm it anymore. I went straight to the small dresser and pulled out the outfit I’d been pretending not to think about wearing. A really short pair of black shorts. The kind that showed more leg than they covered. I bit my lip as I slid them on, the fabric hugging my hips, sitting high on my waist. Then I grabbed the soft thin strapped, low neckline, fitted top I’d not worn in a long time.

I cross to the duffel I packed this morning. Inside, near the bottom, in a soft black drawstring bag, are four items Oliver bought that we have not used yet. I pull one out and toss it to him. It is black. Lace. A pair of shorts cut high on the thigh, a satin waistband, fine scalloped edges. He catches the fabric mid-air. Turns it over in his hands. His mouth opens and closes. "You will wear that under your trousers tonight," I tell him. "And when we are at the club, you are wearing only that. On the cross. For everyone in the room to see."

Something that was more me, and when I did, I bought every color they had. They're not like the ones I usually see guys wearing, the kind that are loose, baggy, and hang down to your knees. These are different; they're short. Very short. They stop just below my butt cheeks, and are tight, showing off my butt. They're colorful and have a little slit on the sides that shows a little more skin, and makes me feel pretty. They're more feminine, more me. As I walk toward everyone, they say hi, and no one bats an eye at what I'm wearing. It's like they've seen me wear something like this a million times, and they've already accepted it.

Her eyes were sparkling as she said, "This must be cooling." Keegan was taken aback. 'This is the kind of shirt that male strippers wear when they dance, isn't it?' "And these shorts." Stella held the shorts up with her hands. Keegan was silent when he looked at it. The shorts and the fishnet t-shirt were a set. They were tight grid boxers. And what was more demoralizing was that they were freaking crotchless pants! Stella only noticed that when she held them up. 'I was wondering why this shirt was so revealing.

it was so short, she was sure if she bent down, her undies would reveal itself. "Why? It's so pretty," Octavia said. She was not planning on backing gown on from wearing this gown, she didn't have any gown that she fancied in her wardrobe right now, and she was planning on inviting Keir so what better way than to wear something seductive? "You do know I have like stretch marks on the back of my legs right?" June said pointing at her legs reminding Octavia as it seemed she might have forgotten already. It was something she felt insecure about and the reason she always wore trousers instead of skirts and even if she ever wore skirts, it was always long enough.

I wonder why she wants me to use this? Once I have finished, she turns the water off and tosses me a towel before passing me a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. They are both gold with these weird sun logos on them. Something inside me doesn’t want to put them on. I feel it press us in my mind as my anger spikes.

I guess her own childhood plays a huge role in the sympathy she's showing here. Today, she's wearing a short light blue jumpsuit, which looks cute and sexy at the same time. I will definitely have to compliment the shopping assistant once we're back home, as she has done an outstanding job with Kiara's outfits. Oh and not to forget the hot as fuck lingerie which kills me every single day.