Join the best erotica focused adult social network now
Login

Growing Stories

growing

The Little Lady

I stopped growing when I was eight years old. I was a midget, but my intellect developed normally.

On my twenty-first birthday, I married Sir Peter Hargreaves. We must have looked comical when we stood at the altar. I was four-feet, seven-inches (but taller in high heels) and he was just over six feet. I was attending a seminar with my normal-sized bro...

I Have A Silly Little Smile

I have a silly little smile, I wear upon my face, and it’s been given to me by you.

I have a silly little smile, I wear upon my face, and it’s been given to me by you. When we met, you had away about you. The sweetest things you did, to get a smile on these lips. I have a silly little smile, I wear upon my face, and it’s been given to me...

A Wife's Plea

A Plea For Caring To End Despairing

One bird has a beautiful songanother a throaty plea;Perhaps it longs to just belongWhile the other sings cause it's free.One stream travels to a stagnant poolAnother the open sea;Neither knew where they would endBoth took the turns that made them be.One f...