DVS
A ghost from your dreams
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This is something I wrote long ago for some Lit thing that required 600 words. I never entered the contest, so I've just had this thing sitting around, collecting dust. Does anybody understand what's happening in this story?
One day, not too long ago, there was this doolie. A doolie on the prowl for a good tight frank. And, he had a jully that was a favorite of his. She was a favorite, because of her diggie. It was nice and tight, and there is nothing better than a jully with a tight diggie.
He would just love to bend her over and frank that diggie until his womper zoomed. She loves that, too. She’s a jully, and all jullys are submissive. And because of that, she gets her diggie franked as often as she wants. It’s funny, how that is. Doolies are walking around, looking for some little jully to frank, and jullys are walking around canceling them out, one doolie after another.
He spied her, and could smell her diggie from across the room. She was a hot one. He knew then that he wanted to frank that diggie. He decided to give it a go. “Say, howz it going? Can I buy you a nip?”
Looking up from the micro, she cringed when she saw him. She noticed his womper bulge, and just the sight of it made her diggie smile. But, she was tired, and she needed to recharge. “Nah, but thanks. I’m just on my way out. I have to go home. Maybe another time.”
He couldn’t understand it. Was he losing his touch? Never has a jully ever turned down a frank with him, before. He had to rethink his plan. “Another time? How about I offer you a ride? My ride is right outside. I just gotta go out and fire up the tubes, and we’re off. So, waddaya say? Do we have a date?”
A date? What was he thinking? What kind of line was that to pull? Although she was ready to bite off his head, she decided to play nice. She was too tired for a battle of the minds. “Well, although it is a wonderful offer, I must decline. I need to go home and go to bed. I’m one beat jully.”
With that, she got up and started walking toward the door. He watched her walk, and she didn’t even look back. He was shocked. He thought sure she would. In fact, he knew she would. After all, she was a jully. That is what jullys do. Their diggies talk to them. Well, actually, their diggies are in control. To see a jully refuse an invitation was very unusual.
He got up and followed her out the door. He called out to her, but she kept walking. He ran to catch up with her. He grabbed her arm and she stopped. She swung around with a right cross to the side of his face. He took it on his jaw, and stumbled to the side. He saw stars at first, but he quickly regained his composure. When she saw who she had hit, she cried out, “Oh, I’m sorry! It was just a reaction. I didn’t mean to hit you. Are you OK? I hope I didn’t hurt you.”
Still seeing a few stars and rubbing his jaw, he tried to look like it didn’t hurt. “Yeah, I’m OK. You gotta hit me harder than that to hurt me.”
“Well, you shouldn’t grab me unexpectedly. I’ve had training.” She opened her bag and pulled out a card. “See? I graduated just last month.”
“You got your money’s worth, I tell ya. I guess not just any doolie with a womper bulge can offer a jully a nip and expect to frank her diggie.“
Frank her Diggie
One day, not too long ago, there was this doolie. A doolie on the prowl for a good tight frank. And, he had a jully that was a favorite of his. She was a favorite, because of her diggie. It was nice and tight, and there is nothing better than a jully with a tight diggie.
He would just love to bend her over and frank that diggie until his womper zoomed. She loves that, too. She’s a jully, and all jullys are submissive. And because of that, she gets her diggie franked as often as she wants. It’s funny, how that is. Doolies are walking around, looking for some little jully to frank, and jullys are walking around canceling them out, one doolie after another.
He spied her, and could smell her diggie from across the room. She was a hot one. He knew then that he wanted to frank that diggie. He decided to give it a go. “Say, howz it going? Can I buy you a nip?”
Looking up from the micro, she cringed when she saw him. She noticed his womper bulge, and just the sight of it made her diggie smile. But, she was tired, and she needed to recharge. “Nah, but thanks. I’m just on my way out. I have to go home. Maybe another time.”
He couldn’t understand it. Was he losing his touch? Never has a jully ever turned down a frank with him, before. He had to rethink his plan. “Another time? How about I offer you a ride? My ride is right outside. I just gotta go out and fire up the tubes, and we’re off. So, waddaya say? Do we have a date?”
A date? What was he thinking? What kind of line was that to pull? Although she was ready to bite off his head, she decided to play nice. She was too tired for a battle of the minds. “Well, although it is a wonderful offer, I must decline. I need to go home and go to bed. I’m one beat jully.”
With that, she got up and started walking toward the door. He watched her walk, and she didn’t even look back. He was shocked. He thought sure she would. In fact, he knew she would. After all, she was a jully. That is what jullys do. Their diggies talk to them. Well, actually, their diggies are in control. To see a jully refuse an invitation was very unusual.
He got up and followed her out the door. He called out to her, but she kept walking. He ran to catch up with her. He grabbed her arm and she stopped. She swung around with a right cross to the side of his face. He took it on his jaw, and stumbled to the side. He saw stars at first, but he quickly regained his composure. When she saw who she had hit, she cried out, “Oh, I’m sorry! It was just a reaction. I didn’t mean to hit you. Are you OK? I hope I didn’t hurt you.”
Still seeing a few stars and rubbing his jaw, he tried to look like it didn’t hurt. “Yeah, I’m OK. You gotta hit me harder than that to hurt me.”
“Well, you shouldn’t grab me unexpectedly. I’ve had training.” She opened her bag and pulled out a card. “See? I graduated just last month.”
“You got your money’s worth, I tell ya. I guess not just any doolie with a womper bulge can offer a jully a nip and expect to frank her diggie.“
