The Itch I Couldn’t Scratch
A Fictional Story by NYdommymommylover. I had been dating Colleen for about three months, and as far as I knew, everything was fine. I’m pretty small—just over four inches hard, and barely anything soft. I’ve known this my whole life. Measured it a hundred times hoping for a different result, tried every angle, every ruler position, pressed into the bone like I could will an extra inch into existence. Four inches. Maybe four and a quarter on a good day,
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