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IMPORTANT: This story is a continuation of the short vignette “What About Charlie?” from the “It Isn’t Easy Being a Girl” anthology By Sue DeNym. Please read it first .

When I read the original vignette, I fell in love with it. The short on its own is perfect as a standalone piece, and eloquently ...

Chapter 4 – Wet, wet, wet

I assumed that this development was obvious and predictable. From the girls’ astounded expressions, it seemed like it was anything but. I was quickly learning it was far easier to be smart and devious and think ahead when you were the person dishing out the teasing and ...

Pulling up in front of his new flat, Aaron Hewlett engaged the handbrake on his Corsa and turned off the engine. 19 years old and feeling a strange mix of anxiety and optimism, he was just about to begin an archaeology degree course at the University of Edinburgh. While the optimism was easy to ...

After getting over his initial shock and embarrassment, Aaron found himself settled into the flat with relative ease. Everyone in the flat agreed that the girls all have gender neutral names was the likely cause of Aaron being housed with them, but figured if everyone was comfortable with the setup ...

After a relaxed week of introduction and orienteering, per the norm for freshers, Friday night had rolled around. Everybody in the flat had just finished eating a nourishing chicken and rice dish, courtesy of Ashley, and the girls were discussing their plans for the night, namely drinking and ...

Aaron was flabbergasted. “My...shirt?” Truth be told, Aaron had always been the modest sort. He always wore a rash vest when at the beach or a pool, slept with pyjamas whatever the weather and, since moving in with the girls, made sure to always move from the bathroom to his bedroom while wearing a ...

Aaron stammered, clutching his beanbag closer to his bare chest, as though someone was about to try and take it from him. He couldn’t forfeit; he had been exhausted past the point of being able to do any more press-ups. He was completely at the mercy of the four girls around him.

Aaron was lucky ...

Aaron looked down at Drew’s panties, stretched by his persistent semi as they hugged his crotch. How the hell was meant to fit ice cubes into these? There wasn’t enough room for his cock and balls, let alone anything else. Regardless, he had to find a way. If he could just get through these next ...

Aaron could only groan. He hated it, but he was resigned to his fate at this point - two more dares and he could finally put his clothes back on and sleep off the humiliation. He vaguely knew the infamous dance, but recalled it was only for the chorus and realised that he’d have to fill time during ...

Honestly I thought there wasn’t any interest in this thread. I figured I wasn’t cut out for writing this stuff because I don’t like writing the malice, so I feel like my build-ups are week because there’s less of an elemental of human cruelty involved, which sucks the suspense out of things a bit ...