There's this pretty librarian at the town library who is always there, quiet and promising. Her name is Lillith Washington. She wears round spectacles that slip down her nose most of the time, and she never wears any other body adornments besides the chain that connects to the eye glasses, which hold them in place when she puts them around her neck. She's no...
If you've read "The Birthday Suit Club, The Beginning" you know how this all started. If not, then here is a brief recap. I was severely burned, including my face, as a child which lead to me becoming very reclusive as a teenager. My sister, Gail, decided that I needed to have more social contacts. She caught me trying to overhear her telling a friend of h...
My senior year in high school, it looked as if it were going to be a bigger bore than all the rest. I had just turned 18, the weather was getting warmer and here I was with no job, no car and that meant no girl. On the rare occasions my father let me use his; I'd head to the local drive-in restaurant. I'd sit there ogling all my buddies' girls, not to mentio...
That was the first of many visits to the laboratory, but I didn't get to play with the futabot again. Instead, I was the subject of investigation, and spent hours being interviewed, answering seemingly random questions, electrodes all over my head, a vibrator pressed to my pussy and purring away. Or sometimes I was strapped into the chair while feathers tick...
Special thanks to my editor WokeUpOneDay. He has done fantastic work. I hope you all enjoy this chapter. Chapter 2 I was struck with awe. Karla, this mysterious employee I had no idea about, will be working on my floor for the foreseeable future. She was beautiful, standing there with long brown hair framing her angelic face, flowing over her shoulders...
I owed him part of the rent. The agreement had been clear when I'd taken the room that I would pay 30% of the rent and bills for one room and use of house amenities. But this month I'd been hit by a cut in overtime and some car repairs. I won't talk about money here. It's always a source of depression. My flatmate's name was Carl. We sat at the kitchen tab...
* * * * * Copyright Oggbashan January 2007 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 following are fifty-word stories. The...
My name is Helen. To summarize myself, I'm a 26-year old married secretary in Manhattan. And I don't mean to brag, but if you saw me, you wouldn't think I'm sexy - you'd know it! I keep my dark brown hair trimmed straight at the top of my shoulders. I have long, silky legs attached to a thin waist. I have pretty big breasts and a flawless face with full lip...
It is funny how it all started. I grew up watching football. My husband neither grew up watching it nor had any interest in it. So from the beginning Saturdays and Sundays, at least during football season were my days. At first, of course, he would follow me around and try to feign interest, but over the years he relinquished the weekends to my football feti...
Edited by Willyb220 Chilley Willey talked me into re posting some of my stuff, so here goes one of my better ones. If you don't like it, don't trouble yourself, or me with your comments. It was the best I could do some years ago, and I'm too old to do any better. * My name is Jack Foxx and I work for the state in the engineering department. I run the de...