Doc Sherwood
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False Messenger, Chapter Two
They parked at a vacant lot, which the cowboy explained would afford him the space he needed. Joe, and for that matter even Mini-Flash Splitsville, had thus far only heard tell of his mysterious power to telepathically imprint himself upon the surrounding landscape. Already a light drizzle had started up, which Joe knew at once for the psionic illusion it was. Sonica unfolded her tiny pink umbrella.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
Kyle, Timmy and Me
I’d noticed Kyle, been annoyed and distracted by him in equal measures, and there was no use my denying I’d even caught myself straining after glimpses of his underpants. This Kyle-fever was upon me now, as I watched him goofing round with our other friend Timmy on the netball court. In fact it had never been worse. I had a dizzying, head-spinning, heart-in-mouth yearning to see Kyle's underwear. It seemed the single most important thing in the world, and the intensity with which I felt I’d never be able to rest until I did was of the kind you might experience once in the average year.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Filthy
It's Not a Race
Well, this was awkward! Timmy and my cousin Artesia had been having one hot and heavy romance, but poor Kyle was desperate to treat her to her first good popping too. I was staying at Artesia's house and had invited my two friends for a sleepover, so we all kind of knew this was going to be hers and Timmy's night! That was why my heart ached for Kyle a bit as the four of us sat in the garden cooling our feet in the pond, which was all we ever seemed to do on hot days.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Filthy
Dejection
“Well, you didn’t do too badly,” Artesia said meekly. I almost preferred my unbearable little cousin when she was teasing me, to when she was saying things that simply weren’t true! “I wouldn’t exactly call Sally shoving her…her knickers in my face for half an hour not doing too badly!” I flung back.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Filthy
4-H-N's Secret
4-H-N had that sand-in-her-hair feeling that came of a day at the beach, even though they’d spent the day roaming vapourous fens that were more cloud than land. Now paving-stones sang with lingering heat on the gentle uphill climb back to civilization, while this out-of-the-way system’s sun mellowed slowly over dusky trappings of brick and arch.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
Keep-Away
He was the kind of boy who couldn’t stand being teased, and this had been a whole morning of teasing thanks to the girls and their netball team. They were all cheeky smiles and show-offy confidence and little netball skirts – the very opposite of what he was like. The girls may have been the younger team, but they’d sure made the boys feel small today!
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Filthy
Stardom
They interviewed us after the game, or rather they interviewed Heather, who was the one they were interested in. The one question I was asked was "What did it feel like to lose to a girl?" which happened to be something Heather herself had already asked me! It wasn't very nice to think my embarrassment and helplessness were going to be splashed all over YouTube.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Filthy
Pink Plaid Fun
The girl in the extremely short pink plaid skirt leaned slightly forward over the desk to deposit her library books. That motion made her skirt pull up, and the sight I'd been going frantic over since first setting eyes on her was finally before me. The knickers on top of her fishnet stockings were black.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Filthy
Isobel
I couldn't have been madder at Isobel if she'd had a thumb and forefinger down the front of my underwear all through the first half of our game, and had been tweaking and tweezing and jiggling me that whole time. At half-time we took a rest, plonked side-by-side in court chairs. She was drinking from her water-bottle, making me feel thirsty.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Filthy
Tag!
I felt my heart skip as a breeze lifted the light blue pleats of the girl who was walking ahead of me. That'd teach her to wear a skirt that short, even if she happened to be a pretty princessy sort! I saw the panties she was wearing underneath her sheer stockings, and went weak. Little white cotton ones, seriously? She was perfect!
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Filthy
