She lay stretched out on the sunbed in the heat of the day, a cool breeze floated across her exposed skin, she wriggled to get herself more comfortable teasing the straps of her bikini top over her shoulders. Her iPod tinkling in her ears as she enjoyed the heat of the afternoon sun, the corner of the garden was secluded so she felt at ease as she spread her...
Debbie moved into her flat with a determination to make things work. Her injuries had all pretty much healed by now, and the brief nightmare that had been Rick's captivity of her, was fast becoming a distant memory. She had looked around the basic flat and wrinkled her nose in disgust, the walls which had been painted in muted colours, were stained and damp...
Copyright Oggbashan January 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. +++ The heavy snow reminded me of my long term neighbour Simon....
It's taken me some time, but finally, here is the third instalment in 'The Importance of Good Neighbours' series. You may like to read parts one and two before you read this. *** We had a beautiful summer. My neighbour Zack and I met regularly. Sometimes we just sat together chatting at the porch, but often that would end in some good old fashioned sex. I...
Franklin Branson, or Frank, as he was known to his friends, was a very ordinary man. He was average in every sense of the word. A typical suburbanite, if ever there was one. He had lived at 15 Walter Street all his life, even after the passing of his wife just a year ago, he continued to live in a house that was filled with memories of the love of his life....
I was in the backyard cleaning my car, wearing only the bottom half of my bikini. The backyard was surrounded by a 6' wooden picket fence and with very few trees, the neighbours could see in, if they looked hard enough. Today was a scorcher and I had plans of taking a quick dip in the pool after my car maintenance. I was leaning over the bonnet, giving it a...
My mind probably shouldn't have been wandering but as my tongue rolled over and prodded the swollen nipple it was all I could do to not laugh out loud. You just never know where life is going to take you... Last week I volunteered to take my neighbour out to the Syracuse airport to pick up her sister-in-law who was coming in from Ireland. I took Terry out a...
All characters are fictional and it isn't autobiographical! The reference to the lad being a nerd is intended to be his own, and other people's perception so please don't think there is any attempt to stereotype! _______________ Thomas struggled all day to concentrate on his work. A couple of times colleagues had to nudge him or repeat themselves and rai...
Standing in the purple lights, the noise of the women in the crowd enveloping me, I had slipped my underwear down, and my limp cock and balls just plopped out into view. By the time I had kicked off my boxer briefs and stood up straight, I had finally crossed the line. I was naked, completely fucking naked in front of a room of screaming, jeering women. "oo...
Chapter Two -- Abigail Thompson Now... Steven Balfour was sitting at the desk in his bedroom staring intently at the computer screen where an attractive mature woman dressed in a business suit was bent over an office table being fucked by a young man. The man had kicked her heels apart and was holding her down on the desk with her skirt hiked up, her pant...