The thought of rubbing up against a man's groin makes me want to cum. Especially if that groin is all bundled up in jeans. I can picture it all so clearly: the scraping sound it makes, the burning of the skin, the temptation to put it in. It reminds me of being back in high school, you know, the days when you were convinced that making out in the bathroom st...
Mitch kissed his mom goodbye and drove off to his place to clean up, the oil change and fence repairs having covered his body dirt and sweat. On the way home he schemed ways to best to convince Jess to stay in Dry Valley. He knew it wouldn't be an easy, most likely taking the entire six day limit imposed on by Jess or possibly longer. Once home, he headed...
When Amelia and Garett had made it to the boy's bathroom, she was happy to find it empty, if messier than the girl's bathroom usually was. "Okay, wait out here, and make sure no one comes in, okay?" She said to Garett, who nodded. "Yeah, no problem. But you better hurry up, some classes are going to be ending soon." With Garett on guard at the door, Ame...
This was the first real vacation that Stan Jarvis had taken in years. He usually take a few days off and do some work around his house but that changed when Stan was at the funeral of a good friend who had died from a heart attack he made a promise to take a long vacation. His friend's fatal heart attack was due to stress he had worked as hard as Stan and ne...
It's been pouring all day and you are drenched and shivering. Your tits are pressed tight against the shirt, the water making it cling perfectly around your tits. The bottom of your shirt falls just above your fine ass. You have to pull it down around your ass to cover it. Water is running down your body and your hair is a wet tangle of knots. I don't even k...
Copyright Oggbashan April 2003 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. This story involves some of the characters in "The Silver Vixens"...
It was another usual evening. The usual well-dressed gangs of upscale cheating cunts gathered around the usual decorated tables with the usual fruity cocktails. The usual snide gabbing paused when a tall young guy in clean denims and a shoulder pack pushed through the door and grabbed a seat with the bitchiest bitches. I kept cleaning glasses and nodded to T...
Hot and dry, that described me. Of course, that described just about everything else around here that summer. Hot and dry and, if you want to add the other descriptor heard around town: miserable. We'd had dry spells before- who hasn't- but none like this. None so bad that everyone walked around like they were about to break, like their skin was made of old...
In the feeble glow of my torch the mist was swirling across the freshwater marshland as I trudged along the twisting country road clutching the empty petrol can. My euphoria had vanished as soon as this sodden mist would do in next morning’s forecast sun when I realised I was out of fuel and my mobile phone had lost its charge. I was stranded in the middle...
********************************** Copyright Oggbashan November 2003 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. Edited July 2006 *********...