Miss Stacey on Gromet's Plaza Archive

The Wrong Mail

Wed, 20 Mar 2013 00:00:00 +0000

Sheila Greenberg was appalled when she saw her next door neighbor Sybil Grant leave her house yet again dressed like, for all intents and purposes, a brazen slut in her opinion. Sybil was in her early twenties and a newcomer to the neighborhood having just moved in a four months ago. They were about the same age build but that was where their similarities stopped. Sybil was very flashy, outgoing, and constantly on the go while Sheila was more home grown sort and very conservative. Sybil had attempted to begin a friendship many times but it was Sheila who kept was unreceptive and distant. Now certainly in this day and age, people are free to dress as they want but Sheila wouldn’t dream of going out in public dressed so provocatively as Sybil does. She knew it wasn’t fair avoiding Sybil based solely on her appearance lifestyle but she couldn’t help it.

The Wrong Mail

Wed, 20 Mar 2013 00:00:00 +0000

Switcheroo

Mon, 08 Aug 2011 00:00:00 +0000

Twenty four year old twin sister brunettes Lisa and Connie Michaels each stand at 5’ 6” and 125 lbs and are the epitome of cute and curvaceous femininity. They use their identical beautiful faces and sexy figures and alluring charm to scam unsuspecting people, usually men, out of their money. Their doppelganger appearance coupled with extravagant ruses have netted them several hundreds of thousand dollars over the years. Tonight the female swindlers are in disagreement about their next score.

Wrapped In Time

Fri, 13 May 2011 00:00:00 +0000

Professor James Kendal stopped dead in his tracks in the laboratory when he saw the time-distortion ellipse begin to form about eight feet in front of him. It been six months since he’d seen the identical anomaly for the very first time right in this very laboratory. The time-displacement machine, his creation, vanished into thin air taking with it Professor Karen Barnes during a test of the machines functions. He thought he would not live to see the formation of the time distortion again. He was glad he was wrong. The professor rushed to the intercom and shouted into it.

Boys Night Out

Wed, 01 Dec 2010 00:00:00 +0000

Brian and I were spending so much time together that we determined it would be healthy for us to do things apart once a month to break the uniformity. On that night, generally referred to as Boys Night Out or in my case it would be Girls Night Out, we would go our separate ways and enjoy ourselves. It has been working out great. I’m blessed that my Brian, who is 6ft 2inches with an athletic physique and dashingly handsome isn’t a wanton man. Brian works out at the local gym and I attend my yoga classes to keep my figure well toned. We make an attractive couple and have been happily married for years. Never since we began our mutual night’s outs has he come home with the scent of a woman on him. In fact, usually after one of his Boys Night‘s, Brian returns home somewhat invigorated and takes me into his arms as if he hasn’t seen me in weeks. Our love making has become even more passionate than ever as a result. Whatever he is doing to relax certainly has been doing wonders for our sex life. I have no complaints there.

The Gift Wrapper

Mon, 25 Sep 2006 00:00:00 +0000

“Hon, I’m home. Can you come in here for a sec? I want to show you something.” Mike calls out to his girlfriend.

From the couch he sees her silhouette approaching from the bedroom down the hall leading to the living room. He admires her sexy female form walking with swaying hips taking sensuous alluring strides. A well toned barefoot 5’5” tall curvaceous girl with shoulder length curly dusty brown hair, cut off jeans and halter top steps into the living room barefoot. She sees him sitting on the couch with a medium size plain brown box about one foot square in front of him. After hopping up on his lap sideways with her legs draped over the side of his thighs with her small bare feet crossed she grabs him around his waist. They kiss. The box on the table has her curious.

The Soup Guy

Tue, 09 Aug 2005 00:00:00 +0000

Jackie woke with a start. Her eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness in her bedroom revealing George, one of her regular patrons from the diner where she works as a waitress. He’s the last person she’d expect to see in her bedroom. A week after she began working at the Concord diner, George began to show up soon after her shift began to order the soup of the day. It was all he would order each time came to the diner. This earned him the nickname The Soup Guy among her coworkers. She felt there was something odd about him. George only wanted soup and it was important to him that it was Jackie who serve him and refused to have any of the other girls wait on him. Jackie did her best to remain professional and do her job. He seemed to be polite at first but over time he began to ask her personal questions.

Damsels Under Wraps

Mon, 15 Nov 2004 00:00:00 +0000

It’s 5:30pm, Rita Miller has finally finished her work so she calls home to her roommate Barbara to see how she is doing. After three rings she hears their answering machine.

“Hi there, We’re tied up at the moment, so leave your message after the beep, thanks.”

Rita smiles to herself upon hearing the answering machine.

“Hey Barb, its me. I’m on my way now. I’ll be there in an hour. Don’t go anywhere.” She chuckles.

The School Project

Mon, 28 Apr 2003 00:00:00 +0000

Judy Wilson arrived home feeling great after completing her daily five-mile jog. She enjoys a good workout and loved keeping her 5'6" 118 lbs curvaceous figure in good condition. She knew she looked good because she noticed many heads turning, male and female alike, as she trotted down the jogger’s path in a white tank top, skin tight black spandex Capri jogging pants over a thong panty. Judy even caused a three-car pile up as she crossed the intersection at Read Street leading to her apartment. Unlocking her door, she checked her watch. “It’s 5:45 pm, good, it’s still early.” She said as she entered her small, but neat, apartment quickly taking off her running shoes and sweat socks. She had plans to meet with her boyfriend Wayne tonight and wanted to take a warm bath and freshen up before seeing him. As she headed for the bathroom, her door bell rang. Judy opened it to find Marty, her thirteen-year-old neighbor. He’s big for his age slightly taller than she is. He stands smiling at her with his colorful poke-mon backpack flung over his shoulder.