Doc Sherwood
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Willpower, Part Two
Katie and I sat together on the bus as we headed back to hers after gym. She hadn't showered and smelled more than ever, but at least had changed back into her uniform which included a skirt, and stockings. These she was absent-mindedly tugging up as she sat beside me, one after the other. I stared, unable to drag my eyes away, even though I was fast becoming uncomfortably stiff in my underpants all over again.
By Doc Sherwood2 days ago in Filthy
Racing Against Anna, Part Two
The minute I tried to dive under the hurdle, upside-down Anna smartly swung herself the rest of the way to the ground and landed blocking my path, the heels of her sparkling sneakers clapped together. I stumbled, flushing. If I tried what I'd been planning now, I'd run face-first into her feet!
By Doc Sherwood5 days ago in Filthy
Robin's Fourth Girlfriend, Chapter Three
When Presh and Robin returned to Joe’s house there was no sign of their host, nor any of his other guests. That however made sense, since he had said earlier he was going to need his space-car. By teatime no-one was back, so the Mini-Flashes first fed the cats and then made the most of the well-stocked kitchen to load up a pair of trays for themselves.
By Doc Sherwood15 days ago in Fiction
Robin's Fourth Girlfriend, Chapter Two
Enclosed by three walls and up as many steps, the toy-department was a treasure-cave whose stalagmites were boxed playsets piled in pyramidal formations. No tide-eroded rock ever yielded such a vein as the intermingled hues of card-art adorning each vertical face, across whose richness clear plastic bubbles winked like embedded gems. Great chests on the floor spilled more bounty still, and beside them smaller lobster-baskets fanned stickers and transfer-sets.
By Doc Sherwood15 days ago in Fiction
Sports Day, Chapter Two
Sunset Point. Joe and Neetra had been in agreement that this Nottingham was going to need one. Now the solitary knoll stood dark and aptly-named against an incandescent sky, casting its enormous shadow over pitches and tracks. The most rigorous obstacle-course available, for nothing less would have served.
By Doc Sherwood26 days ago in Fiction
Netball Partners
Blushing, even though I knew the girls' changing room was empty, I stumbled inside and uhh! Right away I wished very much I hadn't. It really smelled of girl, so much so that it truly did compare to stuffing a grubby pre-worn pair of knickers under my nose. No way was I ever going to be able to take my underpants off, the first few in-breaths had already left me far too hopelessly stiff!
By Doc Sherwoodabout a month ago in Filthy
