If you started reading my story at this chapter, I should help you catch up! My name is Peggy, but my dormitory friends all call me Pygmy. It's a play on my name of course, but it's funny because I'm so small. I'm four feet -- ten in stockingfeet and weigh less than 90 pounds. A hormonal problem kept me from developing normally. Oh sure, at age 19 I'm se...
A pleasant-looking woman who likely was close to 50 walked into UnderCover, the town's popular lingerie shop, accompanied by her 18-year-old daughter, who bore a disgusted look on her face. The elder woman stepped smartly up to the counter and introduced herself to Annabel, a well-dressed woman in her late 40s who worked part-time in the shop and was filling...
Let me tell you about Jessica, this girl I've known since the 11th grade. At first I thought she was a nerdy musical theatre girl, but as time went on she became a real rocket. She's about 5' 3'', 32-20, thin brown eyes with hair colour that changes literally every month. Although her tits are only a B cup, they go great with that amazing ass of hers. She st...
In addition to teachers, school dances were chaperoned parent volunteers. Jeanne just happened to be standing in the principal's office when she overheard the end of a conversation one of the secretaries was having with someone on the phone, one that concluded, "Why certainly Mr. Ashe, I'll make a note of it right away." She watched as the woman retrieved t...
Ann sat, shifting uncomfortably, at a small table in the coffee shop's farthest spot from the front door. Her meeting had not started. Mark had been on time the last two times. She was desperate for a job and didn't thus mind trekking halfway across town each week to meet with a new member of the board. It was, despite her tolerance, starting to seem fishy....
Lazy, soft snow was floating from a winter-pink evening sky. Crisp, cold air rushed up the back of her coat in an assault to her warmest places, "Oh God, please don't let anything happen at the airport this time...."Kelsey pleaded to into the thin rocky mountain air as she remembered with a shudder the minor fender bender the last time she was there.. There'...
World War T is a series of independent, vaguely interconnected stories about different tentacle monsters invading earth, very much an erotic homage to World War Z. These very short stories do not need to be read sequentially. * There are two types of baths... I know I'm not alone in tickling myself with the water. I know, I know, I sound stupid but somet...
It had been three days now, three days since Angela returned to the facility, three days since she had seen Master Steven, three days of this chastity belt, and sitting on that damn chair letting everyone cum on her. Worse than that, three days since she last orgasmed. Angela hadn't been allowed to clean herself up, the ball gag was removed so she could eat...
(It's been a long day at that boring 9-5 job of yours. Sure, it brings home plenty of bacon, and keeps your wife happy and living in a lifestyle you've both become accustomed, but you can't help but feel like something is off when you pull into the driveway of your classic suburban home, on that boring street of other suburban homes, just as affluent as your...
Chapter 11: Trick and Treat I'd never been more excited about a male before, and I certainly didn't know why. It wasn't the same type of feeling that led me to the guy I married. Looking back, those feelings were juvenile in comparison, more my mom's than my own. Those feelings no longer fit with modern society and my life became one of trying to fit round...