Southside Shawty Novels & Stories

He greeted her, as she gave him a hug. At that same time, Alexander was coming our way. While Chris moves to my other side to give room for Alex. "Addie, I was waiting for you. You look, beautiful Princess." He whispered in my ear, his tone was a bit threatening but sexy at the same time. He was making me giddy on the inside, especially when he lowered his voice down as he called me Princess, which made me wet instantly, and from his smirk, he definitely knew. "Oh sorry. Alex, this is Shane the owner of this establishment and one of my college buddies. Shane, this is my boyfriend Alex." They shake hands briefly, and a bit tense. But from Shane's looks, I assumed he was used to this kind of a

Shania flinched when she realized she had been staring at him without blinking. “You should marry her…she's rich, famous and your type,” Shania said and averted her eyes from him. Christian heard her loud, but he chose to remain quiet. Shania frowned and crossed her arms over her chest. “Are you planning to keep me as your side chick, huh…your fuck toy?” She asked disdainfully, her eyes holding nothing but anger as she stared at him. Christian glanced at her and his lips quivered upwards into an amused grin.

I remained defiant, despite the fear setting in. I stood my ground even though I knew everything could go sideways here. Sasha’s eyes narrowed. “You’ve got some confidence for someone who…” her lips curled slightly, “...looks like that in a bodycon dress.” The words hit, really hard, like they were meant to. For a split second, everything went quiet in my head. The music faded, the chatters disappeared…It was just me… and that familiar sting. The same one I had experienced for far too long.

Blue, for once in her life, hadn’t been ridiculously overdressed. Stood beside the petite blonde woman almost half a foot shorter and certainly far smaller, she was sure she could wear her wedding gown and still feel underdressed. Dressed in a brown floral two-piece with a top that hardly covered her swelling breasts and skirt that hung from her ribs to her ankles, she was certain she could look the part of wealthy heiress she had been so well prepared to play. But looking at Sandra’s suit and luxury camisole peeking out from beneath, Blue couldn’t help but wish she’d traded her colossal canvas wedge heels for a pair of sneakers… she’d certainly feel all the same; plain, unextraordinary.

Sasha sighed. "Me?" Brooklyn asked. Brooklyn had learned to accept her body type, but she didn't exactly like it at times. Where Sasha was slim all over, Brooklyn had wide hips and a small waist. She was insecure for a while about her thighs and ass, but she was learning to like it. "I want to be slim all over. This ass just makes buying trousers a nightmare." "You have tits and an ass and a small waist," Sasha said and raised her eyebrows at Brooklyn. "I'm like a stick."

she teased, her Southern accent thick and musical. He laughed, the sound echoing through the grand dining room. " Yes, really ," he replied. " How about we go to Nocturne on Saturday? " Surprise flickered across her face, quickly replaced with intrigue. " The jazz club? In Denver? " she asked. She was born and raised with the rhythm of blues and jazz in her blood, a gift from her Mississippi roots. But Jeremy, willingly to not attend his own team's game in Topeka, Kansas. That was unexpected.

"Mathias has to make everything fucking difficult." For the rest of the ride, I was silent. Josh and Slick talked about everything, and also nothing at all. I stared out the window until we pulled up on Sixth Street. I've never been to this side of the city. It was still the south side, but it was far away from Josh's club, "intentions."

You don't know anything, I even can't live with the girl that I loved the most, there is no one to understand, that I'm alone - you're not, I'm here for you, everyone here for you No answer, I thought at first that he won't accept but after a minute... - I don't have any brothers, would you accept me as a brother? - for sure, trust me, no matter what happens, I'll be always On your side... - thank you, your words made me happy, I appreciate that, I'm in

A few years ago, knowing San Antonio was still the place he wanted to put down roots, Matt bought a large townhouse in the northwest area of the city. It was furnished in what one woman had called industrial male. So what if everything was steel and leather and monotones. The couch was comfortable, the flat screen television huge, and he spent most of his time in the third bedroom anyway, which he'd set up as a gym. Off-season was devoted to developing his upper body strength and getting laid. In his very large bed with the leather headboard.

Maybe because I had high hopes of having fun with him in the club, not watching him hold another woman. "You are also very beautiful, Lisa, and call me Astrid, please," I said to her and she nodded. She looked good, very good, actually. A slim-thick figure like mine, with a fat ass, and a respectable chest size. I thought to myself that Mateo apparently loved women withbig asses. Before I spent the whole evening sizing up Mateo's girlfriend, Brenda thankfully came running out of the house and finally let us take off. When we got to the club, Ethan and Mateo went ahead and reserved a VIP spot for us.. The girls and I walked over to the spot and sat down together.