When I have sex with my husband, I fantasize I am with a petite, hot young woman.
I'll be needing a bridesmaid',she said. 'A tall one. That way, I'll look more petite and feminine.
I'm small. I'm petite. But I'm a bit of a fighter inside.
Ma petite is not a subtle woman. Unless you say it, she will not understand it.
There is no good word for stomach; just as there is no good word for girlfriend. Stomach is to girlfriend as belly is to lover, and as abdomen is to consort, and as middle is to petite amie.
He laughed, and it raised goose-bumps on my arms. "Oh,ma petite ,ma petite , you are precious. " Just what I wanted to hear. "So how are you getting here?" "My private jet. " Of course, he had a private jet. "When can you be here?" "I will be there as soon as I can, my impatient flower. " "I prefer ma petite to flower.
When people meet me in person, they're usually surprised at how petite I am because there's just [an] idea that because I'm black I just look a certain way.
Because I'm very petite, I try not to wear things that have a heavy pattern because I feel like they overtake you.
I am sincere, ma petite, even when I lie.
She was petite, small in that way that made a man want to slay dragons.
Oh, ma petite, you are growing gargantuan. " I looked at him and it was not a friendly look. "Never tease a woman about her weight, Jean-Claude. At least not an American twentieth-century one. " He Spread his hands wide. "My deepest apologies. " "When you apologize, try not to smile at the same time. It ruins the effect.
At times he could be very critical. He didn't like prints on me. He didn't like stripes. He didn't like boldness. He said I was petite and that was taking away from my looks.
My petite little platinum blonde beauty of a wife suddenly turned into a public-relations dynamo. "The business is Buzz!" she proclaimed, and indeed so it became.
Nothing is certain, ma petite, not even death. " - Jean-Claude
Never guess your wife's size. Just buy anything marked petite and hold on to the receipt.
He's no more human than I am, ma petite. " At least I'm not dead. " That can be remedied.
You ask yourself "What is love? Am I in love?", when what you should be asking is, "What is not love?", ma petite. What is it that this man does for you that is not done out of love?
I specialize in what the French call la petite histoire. I am interested in the individual thumbprint.
