Wedgie Stories

"What the hell is going on?" James muttered to himself, staring in bewilderment at the book in his hands. It was a peculiar tome, one that had been gathering dust on his shelf for ages, until tonight's insomnia had led him to it. The pages fluttered open of their own accord, revealing images that were definitely not part of the library's usual collection. He blinked, rubbing his eyes, sure he was hallucinating. He receive...

Alice leaned her head on her pale, freckled hand and looked out the window of her classroom on the 3rd floor of St. Ignace’s Academy for Young Women, longing for adventure. It was three weeks from Christmas and the Cincinnati snow floated down ever so slowly, almost as slowly as her senior year was going by. Somehow turning eighteen at the beginning of the school year only added to the torture of waiting to leave. Sister...

I could feel Jane’s hand move from my shoulder, to below my waist. “If you make a fuss out of this, I will make sure you never find your shorts again. Mhm… just imagine… little Rachel, all alone in her slutty shirt and thongs… or do the thongs even stay?” Jane’s teasing was perhaps enough to make me wet for the whole of the day. I was glad that my panties weren’t too tight. The idea of having a wet spot so obvious to her...

It was a cold, wet December night. Here I was in my room, feeling exhausted, and laying on my bed doing the whole Netflix and chill thing. I had just pulled a long afternoon and evening event with my college study group. We spent the day as total masochists painfully cramming whatever we could into our tired brains for our finals. It had worn me out so much that I didn’t want to do anything, including exercising, which wa...