The redheaded person is a rarity because the genes for red hair are recessive. This means that each person with true red hair must have received the gene from both parents, which is unlikely since this gene is rarer than almost all other genes for hair color. The only one rarer is the gene for absolutely platinum blonde hair. Naturally, this makes the redhe...
(to Janet, forever unrequited; and Sarah, forever unattainable) * I can never explain the how, or why of this, but for as far back as I can remember, I've been captivated by girls inundated with freckles. Not merely a thin scattering across the bridge of the nose, but a dizzying display from head to toe; the more, the better. To this day, when confronted w...
It had been years since I'd been to a medieval recreation event on my own, and the feeling was a strange one. Ordinarily, I'd be here with my wife(and, often, our two daughters). We'd be together much of the time, politely talking and flirting with others as well as with each other. But today, I was alone, a bachelor, a lone wolf. And, as I say, it felt weir...
There are no underage characters in this story. All characters are over the age of 18-years-old. * Writer shows how to entice readers to read her stories by using mother and son incest. With all the stories posted to Literotica and with all of the stories that I've posted to Literotica, it's still a mystery to me how to get you to read my story? Being tha...
For Janet; and Sarah; and Julie, a newfound freckled fan. (Please note: all characters in this story are over 18) ***** Setting up for a gig is a major pain in the ass. As much as I loved performing, we weren't exactly The Rolling Stones, with a battalion of veteran roadies to handle the grunt work. So it was on us to lug around the bulky equipment, wire...
I was so excited that my fingers clumsily misdialed her number twice before getting it right. The minute I found out, I couldn't get to the phone fast enough; Janet needed to know asap. She was going to flip out. My parents had just informed me they were going to Florida for a month to begin searching for a place to retire. Relocating to the Sunshine State...
They say when you do what you love; you never have to work a day in your life. This was especially true since I was leading my latest client through the woods. She was the farmer's daughter who could be found anywhere in the great northern plains. She had brown hair braided into a neat pony tail and freckles that dotted her otherwise clear face. She had matc...
"Can't you just try doing a slap bass? We need that percussive snap, more funk feel," I pleaded with Danny. "What the fuck do you want from me? I told you a million times," he growled, half angry, half frustrated. "I can't slap! YOU fucking play bass if you think you can do it!" "Shit," I muttered under my breath. "Alright, alright. I'll try'n work out an...
There isn't much reason to watch "Good Day, LA" in Los Angeles except for one co-hostess, the mature beauty Dorothy Lucey. She is blond with a beautiful body, great legs and very nice, substantial breasts. I sit through the first hour of the show before I go to work just to watch Dorothy and see what she is wearing that day. Usually she has very appropriate...
This story is XXX rated. Not only must you be older than 18-years-old to read my story but also, and this is tricky, you must be an immature adult. Are you over 18-years-old? Lean to the screen and nod your head in the affirmative or shake your head in the negative so that I can see if you are older than 18-years-old or if you're a minor and prohibited fro...