1. New Life in Rianate 3


    Date: 12/22/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: Lustful11, Rating: 91.7, Source: sexstories.com

    you won." "I'm taller, so hah," I smirked. "Taller? Since when?" I stood on the couch and stood just an inch taller than Bear. He pulled my leg and I plopped down on my ass. The guys were always fun to hang with because they always made fun of me and treated me like a little sister. Dallas and Bull were playing MW3 so Bear raided the kitchen for food. My phone started to buzz but it wasn't in my pocket. Bear walked back into the living room with my iPhone 5c in his hand. "Chelsea is calling you," he said. Bear threw the phone to me and I shoved it into my pocket while saying, "Well fuck chelsea." "Is that your lesbo buddy?" "No, Bear. It's Stank Bitch!" Dallas called over his shoulder. "Stank Bitch?" Bull laughed. "Actually," I said, "she seems like a girl Bear would date." "Uhm, is she cute, smart, funny and tall? Because I'm all over that if she is," Bear smiled. "I mean, she's a skank, stupid, not funny, and only 5'4. You'd be perfect!" "Hell nah. Bear doesn't do short girls," Bull said. "Remember Poiri?" Dallas snickered. "Shut the hell up." Bear turned to me and continued. "I dated this girl before she left. Poiri was only 5'0. I completely broke my rules, and she was annoying!" "Short girls are cute," I giggled. "Some are," Bull added. "Yeh, some. More bump and grind to do." I gyrated my hips with my hands over my head. "Tall is the way to go. I don't wanna break my neck looking down 20 feet to see your face," Bear explained. "It's okay, I'll find you a hoe with ass, ...
    tits, and tall. Wait, why not Iggy Azalea? Whoa!" I slapped my hands on my cheeks and Bear smiled. "No. She's too much." "TOO MUCH?!" Bull and Dallas exclaimed. "What? Why not Beyoncé?" I asked. I waggled my eyebrows at Bear. "Anyone will take Beyoncé." Bear gave me the same look. My phone started ringing again and the guys looked at me. I slowly retrieved the device then looked down, Chelsea, oh Chelsea. 59 text messages and 4 missed phone calls. I rolled my eyes as she started texting me some more. “Can I text her?” Bull asked. “She doesn’t want you, fag,” Bear grumbled, looking him dead in the eye. Bear and Bull rolled their eyes and Dallas and I just glared at them. “Isn’t that a derogatory term?” Dallas blurted. “Not if it’s used by one,” Bull sneered with a cute look after. “Hah, funny,” Bear flatly said. I was too busy to respond because I was scrolling through my text messages, realizing that Chelsea was like a fucking puppy. Ya know, emotionally connected, always following you around? Yeah. Chelsea: Hey Chelsea: Omg, wher r u? Chelsea: R u fuckn dead?! Chelsea: Plz respond, I gtta tell u somethin! Chelsea: ERIS Chelsea: OMG, ERIS! please! Every single text message had some type of emoji. I started to get a headache from looking at the text messages, annoyed by how annoying she was being to annoy me. Honestly, I was so caught up in the messages that I hadn’t noticed the guys were behind me and practically breathing down my neck. Dallas and Bear and Bull were all glued ...