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“God bless the city folk of Logjam!” Mary thought out loud as she waited for little Fiamma to make her way to her countryside home.

Logjam was a private school the richest city kids attended, or so thought the 16 year old girl. Truth was, the city wasn’t as big as she thought, and pretty much ...

Anne felt awkward.

Well, more than usual. Being regarded as a bit of a nerd —even when she knew she was, in fact, a bit of a geek, big difference!— she was used not to fully enjoy massive gatherings and huge social situations. For her, there were just too many people, too many eyes running her up ...

“What?” Anne let out before she could even control her mouth. Did she really expect her to flash her? At a very public beach, no less!

“You heard me, Annie, and I don’t like repeating myself. If you don’t do it, I can always go home and tell my friends about the awesome new phone I found… along ...

“Y… yes I-Iam.” Annie said.

“And is it as white and lacy as your cutesy panties, Annie?”

“Y-yes…” Anne’s heart skipped a beat as she realized where Mica was going. Yet she didn’t found it in her to lie.

“And is it as tiny?”

“Yes.” Anne sniffed back the tears. The questionnaire was torture ...

Hi Aussie!

I'm sorry I didn't read this before, I would've replied quickly. Though, I've gotta say, that story was a one-off, so there will be no more chapters. I'm also quite saddened to say that I lost the file in which I had backed up that particular story, so there is no way of me posting it ...

Matt liked the beach. He really did. The sea, so vast and mysterious —and so good to swim in! —, the sun, shining brightly on one’s face, and unforgettably, the soft sand for one to lay on. Of course, the sixteen year old boy, would never admit to having thought such phrases. He was already regarded ...

Timmy squirmed and struggled against his cuffs sheepishly.

“What are these for, again?” He asked, his voice seemed a pinch of fear from breaking. The seventeen-year-old seemed only now coming to his senses. Had he really not realized his compromising position until then?

Ana couldn’t help but eye ...

Sixteen year old Juliette Miller always followed the rules. Why wouldn't she? They were there for a reason, right? She never got in trouble, she was the model student. Of course, such a sense of obedience might attract some unwanted attention, say, from a veteran tormentor looking for a new obedient ...

Elise Davis stalked her soon to be toy.

The seventeen year old watched her schoolmate with preying eyes. Juliette Miller was a pretty girl. Not hot per-se, but rather cute and charming. Her innocent demeanor, paired with her pale, somewhat child-like features were the main reason for that, Elisa ...

“I… I guess so…” Timidly said Juliette.

“My, my, so quiet…” Elise teased. “Always so quiet, so obedient, so proper. Tell me, Jules, do you like following rules?”

“Please don’t call me Jules.” The black-haired teen’s voice —much to Elise’s delight— was trembling as she all but pleaded. Do I scare ...