As the front door of the house I was standing naked outside gradually opened I saw who was behind it and I panicked. Cupping my genitals with both hands I turned and started to dash for safety. Of course, there wasn't any. An open driveway leading to the road, neat hedges flanked it with nowhere to hide. I ran towards the hedge to my right and crouched down...
It was a soft night as if the whole world was gone mute. In the streets outside the snow was still coming down, but no one seemed to care. I know I didn't. Hell, I might stay here and play out the rest of the night simply because the joint next door was always open and their breakfast hash was second to none. My fingers drifted ghost-like across the worn ivo...
My mum split from my dad when I was sixteen and after a succession of boyfriends she recently started dating a guy called Vern. Big Vern as I called him worked in the British Army, stationed in the North of England. They met through the internet. The first time they saw each other mum and I travelled up by train and stayed at his house in the barrack grounds...
Copyright Oggbashan October 2019 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. I have realised that I am NEVER going to complete all my part--w...
Aging fishermen tell stories about "the one that got away." The one that got away from me was a girl named Loni. ***** It was the summer of '69. I was fresh out of college with a completely useless diploma in a major that had zero job prospects without a Master's degree. The amount of partying I did in college ensured that I wouldn't get into any kind of g...
Debra lay on her bed. The sun streaming through her open window blinded her sleepy eyes. She lay there basking in its glow. She knew she had to go to work, but the alarm hadn’t gone off so she dozed somewhere between asleep and awake. The insects were humming with activity outside as she pulled herself up and looked outside to see her neighbours doing what n...
Previously, on Lawyer, Lawyer: In the 2020s, Jason Thompson, the protagonist of Living Dolls and Living Dolls: The Director's Cut has become a best-selling, award-winning writer (much like the author of this piece, except for the best-selling, award-winning part). He is stunned to learn that the one of the "living dolls" he enjoyed in his senior year of high...
Please read part I and II on here for the background. You will not be disappointed I have pictures for the dresses in the last scene. If you want to see, ask me. ******************************* In the car I made Devyn, sit with her knees on the seat and her hands on the dashboard. This way her pussy and ass were accessible to me in that extremely short m...
Author's Note: This was originally going to be one long story but I didn't want to turn this into a novel after I realized I was making this part a little too long. Hope you enjoy anyway. ***** For their 18th birthdays, most kids get either a car or a house if they're lucky. Philip Carlyle got a house alright, but also a 2 thousand year old curse passed d...
Sarah (21, black hair, c-cup, shaven) was university student just three days ago. Now she lives in her flat that consists of: a bathroom (bath & shower, toilet, and sink), a kitchen (oven, microwave, stove, sink, cupboards, and counter), a small lounge (with just a couch, a tv, and a coffee table), and finally a bedroom (bed, wardrobe, desk, laptop, and...