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Nice Things Come in Small Packages

I have successfully raped a dozen women in my time. By “successful”, I mean, I have yet to be caught by the authorities. Which is a good thing because being caught would mean the big house, and I would not want to go there because I have it on good authority that the life expectancy of sexual predators in prison is quite short. For this reason I am very careful in carrying out my “hobby”. Being quite intelligent has been a big plus for me. One day I might get caught. Or, I might “retire” before then. We’ll see. My tastes are varied and the only thing these dozen ladies have had in common is that there were all hot, in one way or another. Some were blondes, some brunettes, and then was an unbeatable redhead once. The girls raged in age from 18 (I am not a pedophile) to late thirties. They also have tended to range in size, and I thought it would be interesting to relate my experiences with the smallest of my victims. At a later date I can provide an account of what it was like with the largest of them. Sort of “book end” stories, if you will. I normally am not that attracted to smaller women, but I do take things on a case-by-case basis, and if a girl has what it takes to make my head swivel as she passes, then I don’t care if she could fit in a match box. The girl I am going to tell you about almost could have fit in a match box. Her driver’s license listed her at 5’1” and 95 pounds. Well, that would have to be a pretty big match box, but you get my point. And no, she wasn’t ...

... in the sixth grade, as her size would have suggested. Like I said, I’m not a pervert. (Well, not that kind of a pervert.) According to her driver’s license she was 24. I was intrigued by her when I spotted her flagging a taxi late one summer night in front of a night club. It was dark but the bright lights in front of the club gave me a good look at her as she climbed all by herself into the back seat of the cab. She was quite pretty and her body was perfect in all ways—with all the bells and whistles you could want—just on a small scale was all. What made me fixate on her as a victim worth stalking was the tight fitting, mini-skirted summer dress that showed off all of her petite but shapely assets in marvelous detail. They say a woman shouldn’t be blamed for getting raped due to the way she dresses, but let’s face it, if this little honey had been wearing baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants she most certainly would not have ended up with a pint of my bodily fluids in and around her pussy. The shortness of the skirt showed off a tantalizing expanse of short but well-turned legs, especially as the skirt hiked up as she was getting into the taxi. The dress was tight around the hips and equally so at the bodice, showcasing a compact but tantalizing body which lacked nothing when it came to serving as catnip for this horny feline. I had been cruising in my rape-mobile—a windowless utility van complete with mattress and restraining devices—scouting for victims when she hit my radar ...