This is dedicated to the gifted author, Emily Plaything whose work may be found on Literotica. ***** I was just twenty-two then, 1975, a single white female, living in Brooklyn, seeking, something, I didn't know what exactly. I had a cell phone, but no television. I had a little single burner stove and a mini-fridge. I had an I-Pod a friend had forgott...
Chapter 1 I'm a pretty relaxed guy, I don't get upset about most things, I can usually go with the flow but I did realize that I did have an obsession that started about five years after we were married. It started when I was looking through some boxes in the attic, trying to find my high school yearbook. I had a reunion coming up in a few months and wante...
You know, one of the things I miss most is the view out of my office window. You never know how much you value the little things, until they're gone. Just sitting there, watching the traffic, watching the people walk by, Tommy Dorsey, Bing Crosby, the Andrews sisters singing on the radio, yeah, there's no better way to spend the afternoon. Maybe I should in...
Our street is, as they say, “bottom of the heap,” you know, in distinct contrast to old Frank Sinatra who proclaimed in song he wanted to be “Top of the heap.” Back some time in the middle of the twentieth century some politicians and town planners decided they wanted to build a sort of Utopia for us down the bottom people. Utopia, “No place,” was about rig...
Chapter 1: Arrival There was a loud knocking at the door. "I'm coming!" yelled a twenty-something blonde woman wet and wearing only a towel. She paused briefly to check that her breasts and lower half were all covered enough before opening the door. On the other side was a happy middle aged delivery guy smiling as he held a long thin package and a clip boa...
Chapter 01: The Curator's New Position Sue quickly questioned her career choice. Archaeology was a lot more Joe Accountant than Indiana Jones. After finishing her degree, she went straight to field assignments figuring that was where to find the action. When some of her finds appeared in archaeology journals credited to the dig leader she knew it would be a...
===================== A pizza delivery boy's first naturist experience. Everyone in the story is above the age of 18. This story was written as part of the Nude Day 2009 competition. I began working on it over a year ago, but stalled. The competition was the incentive to finish it. I hope you enjoy it. ===================== My first two years out of hig...
Officer Joe Stevenson was a happy man. He sat sipping his post-dinner coffee across the table from his beautiful eighteen year old daughter. She was still dressed in her prep school skirt as she absent mindedly twirled a strand of blonde hair that had fallen loose from the bun on her head. She was intently studying her school work oblivious to everything els...
His face pushed forward between the tall tree trunks with the thick green canopy above. The tread on his boots twisted the fresh dirt and pine needles as his toes pushed off. The morning air, expelled from the trees, was so crisp and rich that it was palpable in his nose and lungs. The rich oxygen fueled his large thigh muscles to a fast pace. A sliver of sl...
This story is fantasy, not intended to offend at all, no hidden negative messages to any group of people: it's JUST a fetish. Saying that I'd greatly appreciate feedback, suggestions, comments, prefer private messages as I like to directly communicate with those that send messages. Everyone involved in anything sexual in this story is of the legal age limit...