Marion was beginning to wish her best friend Caitlin hadn't persuaded her to sneak back into school with her to retrieve her purse. The two 18 year-old sixth-formers were best friends. Marion was Head Girl and Caitlin was Sports Captain, yet as they stood by the sign reading 'Staff Only -- Entry to all pupils forbidden' that stood on the gate to the courtyar...
"Dave, I've something to show you." Alan's excitement was palpable as he leant over the fence. "Come around," he looked left and right, "you're going to enjoy this, Dave. Bring your cock!" Actually, Dave's cock went with him wherever he went, but he took the hint. What Alan was going to show him was not some interesting insect he had found in the house or g...
This story was inspired, in part, by a little dilemma that one of the other Lit writers was - and perhaps still is - experiencing. 'I'm Florence,' she said when they first met. And she reached out and shook George's hand. Firmly. 'Florence? I thought Max said that you were Susan.' 'He did,' she said. 'I don't want everyone knowing that I'm Florence. I cer...
* * * * * Copyright Oggbashan October 2006 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. * * * * * Years ago, a Halloween tradition used to b...
I don't know why I had left them so exposed – usually I kept them well hidden, even when I wasn't expecting anybody to be coming around. I suppose I had just been careless the last time I'd worn them, but it was still a stupid mistake to make. It's true Lauren's visit was unexpected – why the hell would she be coming round my place? I mean, she was a good fr...
I'm one of the few male teachers at St. Matilda's Academy for Young Ladies, a rather expensive English private school. For me its a voyeur's paradise. I teach a final year class of about twenty girls aged eighteen to nearly nineteen. They're all at the peak of their sex hormonal surges and very much aware of their ripening sexuality. They also all seem to be...
The Knicker Thief is someone you know. It could be a friend or a relative. Or a workmate. It might be you. When you next hold a dinner party, or a barbeque, have a good look around. The chances are that one of your guests is a Knicker Thief. How will you know them? You won't. They will be a most perfectly ordinary person, not strange or peculiar or sinister...
We were out shopping when we saw that they had a sale of underwear on in the ladies lingerie section of the store. My wife, Debbie said to me. 'Jack, why don't you come with me and help me choose some nice new knickers?' She had that naughty sparkle in her eyes so I was hardly going to go and look through the sock sale was I? I have to admit to a thing ab...
August 8th 1991 It was stifling in the bedroom with the windows closed, the door tightly shut and the two bodies giving off a sexually aroused sweat. Tom sat on the left and his best friend Jamie on the right, both their naked backs leaned against Jamie's bedstead and their legs splayed out in front of them, jeans and underwear shoved down to their ankles....
Sir grabs my hand and pulls me towards him. He stares at me and my chin falls. "Susie, you are to be punished," he states. He leads me towards the spanking horse. Taking my hand, he pulls me over it. My skirt rises, revealing my maroon gym knickers. Each leg of the horse is fitted with a leather cuff. Sir binds me tightly by the wrists and ankles. I hear...