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Chapter 6

Ronnie parked the convertible in front of the house and took her time alighting. I, on the other hand, had leapt out and was huddled nervously by the front door. Ronnie sauntered up to the door and let us both in. She sensed that I was going to make a mad rush up the stairs and pulled me ...

Sorority Tales
By Little Robbie

Notice: the names, characters, places and events in this story are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. All characters are over the age of 18. Any similarities to real persons, living or dead ...

Sorority Tales – Part 2
By Little Robbie

Hi! Marianne here again, back for Part 2. So, just to catch up: I will be entering university soon, and there is one thing I’m nervous about: sororities and initiations. I’ve heard so many stories about humiliating initiations, and I am pretty shy about my ...

Thanks for the encouragement. Working on it.

Brilliant story! Pray continue.

Sorority Tales – Part 3
By Little Robbie

Hi! Marianne here again, and now there’s a Part 3! You all wouldn’t believe how many new replies I’ve received since I started posting! Here are some of the new ones:

#Jamiexlsu
OMG, Marianne, just reading the other stories brought back a hugely ...

Working on it now, TiramiSu. Thanks for the bump.

Jeannie’s Laptop Disaster – One Year Later
By Little Robbie

NOTE: This is a sequel to Jeannie’s Laptop Disaster, which can be found here: https://www.girlspns.com/viewtopic.php?t=3129&sid=de33cb572a2931cef09cfe9536f3e193. Jeannie is now 19 and in her second year at Southern Nevada State ...

Jeannie’s Laptop Disaster – One Year Later
By Little Robbie

Part 2 - AFTERNOON

“Okay, Princess Jeannie, open box C now.”

This box contains what I take to be an outfit for me to wear. A pink sundress with spaghetti straps, a barely-there bra and matching thong, and a pair of flip-flops.

“You ...

Jeannie’s Laptop Disaster – One Year Later
By Little Robbie

Part 3 - EVENING

I feel defeated, but I still have to get myself home. I’m not sure exactly where we are. I ask Pig-face, “Hey, could you please direct me back to my place?”

“No I don’t think so, dear Jeannie, you’re going to have to ...