Robb Wells Height Novels & Stories

"My mom is going to straight kill me if I survive this.'' I said out loud. My voice sounded meek and frail, muted out by the large stone structure I was entrapped within. "Then we might as well get you up and out of there, don't you think, little one?" A voice that sounded like liquid gold, purred from somewhere above me. I froze. That sheer and utter terror that grips onto you when something unexpected happens, tore through my chest like a freight train. I thought I was alone… but apparently not. The shock and terror that flooded my chest quickly started to dissipate, and I snapped out of it just long enough to look up. Standing at the top of the well was the most gorgeous man I had ever in

As he spoke, he was looking over at me; his eyes squinted a bit at the wind that was swirling in the smokers' hell. I just shrugged and replied, "I don't get offend too easily. So shoot." After a pause, as I recall, it was like he was bracing himself in case I did get pissed. While he was older than I, I had a good six inches in height on the guy. Robert was in good shape for a thirty something, but I was built pretty well. Robert was a slender guy, though by no means frail. He just wasn't someone who would intimidate anyone.

Her son's cock went from semi to stone almost instantly. He thought back to what he had seen earlier in the bed as he put on the clean sheets. His mother was tiny compared to Carol. She was more than double his mother's weight and nearly as tall as Rob's six feet. Carol's large breasts were about the only feature that signified she was a she. Carol had a manly appearance. At twenty-one, Rob was a hundred pounds heavier than his mother, muscled, and handsome. He was attending the university full time while still living at home. He occasionally dated but was mostly a loner.

"Not considered short, about 1.78m. I'm not sure, but I think he is a little short." He raised his eyebrows. "Then what do you think about my height?" She gently looked at him and chuckled. "Very good." Seeing her reply so straightforwardly, Wills Watson was a little worried: "You are trying to lie to me, right?" "No! Isn't Aven Harris a good example? You guys are around the same height." "I'm a bit higher,"Wills Watson said as he raised his eyebrows. "So, I am better than him, right?" She must be sick, why did she mention Aven Harris? "That's right."

"Likewise," Josh withdraws his hand, and then he says something that I don't find that friendly. "I thought you would be taller." "Oh," I'm not sure how to respond to that. "You did?" Is there anything clever to say in this situation? "Yeah..." Josh grins. "Robin is six-foot-five, and you're what? Five-foot-four, or something?" he whistles. "How do you walk after you guys have sex, because damn—"

Father? Cass was dumbstruck. Marcus's father, Mr. Gabe Wells, was Standing tall at around six feet; he possessed an air of authority and confidence that commands attention. Mr. Gabe's ruggedly handsome features were so similar to Marcus's, with a strong jawline, chiseled facial structure, and piercing, intelligent eyes that seemed to hold a wealth of life experiences. His salt-and-pepper hair, expertly styled, added to his distinguished appearance. Despite the touch of gray, Gabe's hair retained a lustrous sheen, hinting at a meticulous grooming routine and attention to detail.

Rob said. I was surprised he'd bid on me again. He'd just shared me with his brother. On the other hand, without Edward to bid with, the only other person he could bid on alone was Lisa. I think Rob appreciated my extra height. We fit together better than he would with the smaller Lisa, though once you are on your knees, height doesn't make much difference. "$150," Jerry said. "$175," Rob answered. Master shoved two fingers into me suddenly and I gasped and orgasmed, straining against his hand.

"That's right, my sweet Kylie. You're so clever. Go quickly and invite Mr. Harris for a drink!" Kylie obediently stood up. This girl had a height of about 1.7 meters, even taller than Richard Harris when she wore high heels. When women are too tall, it doesn't give the feeling of a small bird nestling against them. Sometimes it's better to be a bit shorter. As he thought about it, the adorable figure of Roxana Nelson appeared in his mind. Strangely, he was thinking about Roxana Nelson, a girl only about 1.6 meters tall.

It was a guy she had seen around the gym a few times before. They had said hello to one another a few times and chatted briefly, but that was about it. She knew that his name was Rob. He was a well-built, athletic guy with a deep tan, a handsome face, and dark hair with dark green eyes. She had to admit that sometimes she liked to check him out when he was working out. He was definitely one of the best-looking guys in the gym - and there seemed to be quite a lot of good-looking guys there anyway. He was in his mid-thirties - at least, that was what she thought. He looked great for his age.

I wasn’t trying to impress him. A firm knock rattled the door. My heart skipped as I opened it. There he was. Mr. Blackwell filled the entire doorway, easily 6’3” of solid, muscular Black man. His dark skin gleamed under the hallway light, and he wore a simple white tank top that strained against his broad chest and powerful shoulders. Grey sweatpants hung low on his narrow hips, the drawstring tied loosely. A tool belt dangled from one hand, but my eyes barely registered it.