Tall Women Novels & Stories

"Don't enjoy being thanked?" "Not by hysterical crying women." Looking at this hysterical woman up close, I notice that her eyes are almond-shaped and a bluish green color. She's almost as tall as Reese with the heels on, but she might only be about five and a half feet tall without them. That's still taller than me...

He had talked a good game but once he’d hit the field, he hadn’t pitched worth a damn. She entered her room and grabbed the first shirt lying on the bed, a blue tank top. It was big on her but she wasn’t surprised since all the New Species females living at Reservation were experimental prototype females for the drugs they’d used to make them so big and strong. The smallest one she’d ever seen stood about five foot ten. The tallest had to be about six foot three. They were sturdily built women who could bench press the average male if need be. The supply store carried spare clothes for the

At that time, O’Hara was that muscular woman, who everyone knew was a woman thanks to her breasts, which were so muscular and hard, that they looked more like muscles than breasts. At this time, Jonathan was on his way to fuck his apartment neighbor, the neighbor, warning about the screams and the sound at the last volume, which came out of that apartment, so that she could team up for a big threesome sex party, the woman loved those muscular tongues, she was small in comparisons to those two athletes. The woman was just over 1.70 meters tall, compared to two Hercules-wielding muscle gods, which was that woman doing push-ups while sucking her breasts, the man fucking her vagina.

There were three young women in the room. Each dressed to seduce, each carrying a distinct allure. One looked mature and sultry. Her figure was ripe, like an overripe peach, as if she might burst at the slightest touch. Another looked petite and innocent. Her proportions, however, told a very different story. The contrast was deliberate and extreme. The last had a cold, world-weary, high-fashion look. She stood close to 5'9", all long lines and flawless proportions.

(Fuck! The stunning woman on his arm, however, demanded my attention. She was tall—easily six feet in her heels—a feat most women couldn’t achieve as I towered over nearly all of them at 6’4. Yet, she exuded a magnetic allure that dominated the room with effortless ease. Her caramel-toned skin gleamed under the soft, low lights which illuminated a figure wrapped in a black dress that clung to her like sin itself. The sight made me imagine, albeit briefly, how her body would feel beneath me—or perhaps, above. To be honest, I’m not picky. And those heels, deadly in more ways than one, only amplified her commanding presence.

Rain was talker than most women, which made her stand out in a lot of places. Her 5ft8inches height was intimidating to most men but not all of them…Rain shook her head, clearing the thoughts if that man out of her head. “I have been knocking for close to ten minutes and yet here you are saying such rubbish, shouldn’t you be like… apologizing?” the lady’s voice was squeaky, as small as her voice… Rain mused. “Is that the reason why you’re standing in front of me looking like a fucking sippy cup for toddlers?” she stared at the woman waiting for a reply. The woman gasped in outrage, her face now red with anger. Rain noticed how the woman’s fists clenched tightly.

Her real height is probably between 5'1" and 5'4" "Hah! So girls do round up! I'm 5'2" barefoot, but I always tell people I'm 5'4". "Same! I'm 5'1" and swear I'm 5'4" if anyone asks." "I'm so jealous of those model heights. Tall girls in maxi dresses look amazing. If you're short and a bit chubby, you just end up looking like a total marshmallow." "Short girls should try miniskirts with scrunched socks. That style makes your legs look longer."

But the moment her gaze fell on the woman strolling in a wheelchair beside him, her smile vanished. Fu**! Why is this ugly cripple paired with my outstanding brother!? The other females were in a similar fix. The instant they saw Long Tian, their eyes lit up as bright as the stars. But the moment they caught sight of the cripple beside him, their eyes went dark. Long Tian and Qing Yue arrived before the group of women. Standing in front, was a beautiful woman in a fashionable knee-length, tight white dress. Although she didn't look anywhere above 30 years old, the elegance and pride with which she carried herself wasn't one to be overlooked.

The women are slightly smaller in stature than the men, but all of them appear lithe and strong—and very beautiful. My heart sinks as I look from one tall, gorgeous woman warrior to the next. What chance do I have with Kai when he lives among beauties such as these? He could probably have his choice of almost any of them—the unattached ones, anyhow. Radar moves up alongside me and nudges me with her elbow. “I know what you’re thinking,” she says softly. “And stop it. You’re as cute as any of them.” She grins. “Not as tall or as strong, admittedly, but just as cute.”

What we did to each other. The memory sends warmth crawling up my neck as I pad to the door and crack it open, trying to ignore the persistent soreness. Four women stand in the hallway. I have to tilt my head back to look at them properly. They’re all tall—easily a head taller than me—with the kind of presence that makes the air feel heavier. Strong builds, confident postures, expensive clothes that speak of nobility and wealth. Two have the same dark hair and keen, green eyes as Seth. The other two have different coloring but carry themselves with the same intimidating grace.