Pantsing and Stripping Forums

As we made our way back to the main campus building, Miss Sanchez asked me, "Have you decided who to have in your 'Representative Cabinet' yet, Amber?" "My cabinet?", I asked. "You really didn't read a single word of the application before signing it, did you?", she responded, in a disappointed tone ...

I entered my 'Journalism' class and found out eight of the students were on assignment somewhere else on the campus. That meant I could only hope to gather 22 signatures, 23 if Mr. Harris would sign. That would get me the more than 75 signatures I needed, but I wanted the school board to see the ...

I was in such a hurry to get out of the view of the theatre class students, I never considered who might be on the other side of the auditorium doors as I burst through them. I panicked and dropped my clipboard as I was standing in front of a bus load of freshman boys from the local all-boys high ...

The first thing I noticed as I entered the main office, were my clothes. They were neatly folded on the counter. I handed Miss Sanchez the petition and quickly started to put them on. She was able to see I was noticeably shaken, and said, "Amber! Don't tell me you let those 'Prepubescent Boys' get ...

I didn't reply to Carla's questions, afraid I may disclose how turned on I had been by the depravity of the experience I had with the three teenage boys. I may have been looking for an escape from the indignity of the encounter at the time, but I knew deep down I would do it again, at least in my ...

Using a laptop that's probably as old as half of the protagonists on this forum, I was finally able to type up my entry for this contest. Since my original event plan for this December got postponed until next year, this little tale serves as an origin story for Snegurochka (pronounced Sneh-gu-row ...

The year was 1934. Krampus walked his warped body into Santa's living room, burlap sack over his shoulder. The sack was quickly dumped on the floor to reveal a beautiful platinum-blonde teenage girl in a blue coat. Her hair was long and almost white in color. Her eyes were an icy light blue. It was ...

Or have I? Well, here I am now. I'm sure you're overjoyed to see me, so to speak. My name is Eliza, like the chatbot . The namesake chain intersects the study of metaphysics as early as the turn of the 20th century, but it’s the intersection with Alan Turing’s work that really speaks to me. I have ...

Part 1

There once was a girl named Ronnie, that everyone thought was as sweet as could be. All of her friends and coworkers thought she was the most kind and caring person they had ever met. But Ronnie had a little secret. She enjoyed writing erotic fiction.

Ronnie was a little humiliation slut ...

Part 2

By the time Ronnie had booted up her computer the next morning, she had already received another message from SuperEvil.

SuperEvil: Good morning, Ronnie. It seems you’ve been a very naughty girl.

DameBella: What? What do you mean? My new story?

SuperEvil: No. Though I really enjoyed it ...