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Perronelle
Two girls were in front of me as I headed inside for afternoon school. For all my embarrassment, I was pretty excited too about any opportunities for seeing girls' knickers, and with little tiny miniskirts like they were wearing I just couldn't resist creeping in quietly closer to take a look. It honestly seemed that if the two girls so much as bent forward a bit, I'd get to see!
By Doc Sherwoodabout a year ago in Filthy
Jenny's Asking For It
Somehow, I knew. From the minute I saw that Jenny was wearing her too-tight long pants in the grey plaid, I knew. Those things always made me catch in my throat. They way they stretched and strained to cover the awesome broadness of her butt still had the same effect on me, and likewise the way they made the most of her triangle. That was to say, the little space of daylight framed by Jenny's inner thighs where they came together at the top, and above them the horizontal of her crotch. It made the neatest and sweetest perfect little upside-down delta of emptiness, right at the part of Jenny in which I was most interested, and nothing showed it off as well as her tight grey plaid. Jenny was proud of her triangle, with some justification I thought. Chubbier girl-thighs squeezed snugly together at the top, but that sly little space of Jenny's was special.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Filthy
First Steps
She'd seemed perfect for me at the nightclub. Not just her big glasses and her tight colourful tee, but most of all that absurdly short denim mini-skirt with pleats. Oh, I so hoped those were coming back! Now I trotted after her up the stairs to her room, my toes tingling, feeling weak and shy all over. She must have known my eyes were pinned to her pleats, because she teased me, pulling out the skirt as far as it would go to one side.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Filthy
Letters to S.: The melancholy whores of my mind . Top Story - December 2022.
I woke up in the middle of the night and felt a strange sensation of skipping a heartbeat. Perhaps, it felt like I was missing an organ so I tried looking for her. She was not beside me and I did not have any recollection of her presence. My eyes wandered deliriously looking for all places that she could be at but there was no trace of her.
By Hullas Arora2 years ago in Filthy