Before I tell my story, I need to share some background on my upbringing. My name is Kelsey and I am an only child. I was raised from the age of ten by my mom as a single parent. We lived in a nice house that my parents had built in a small suburb of a major midwestern city. My dad was killed by a drunk driver going the wrong way on the interstate. It was a...
Author's note: Another one that builds to sex - if this isn't your cup of tea, move along, or not, but be prepared for a build-up :) ~*~*~*~*~ Throughout my teenage years my sole focus was becoming a nurse. I had dreams of working in paediatrics helping sick children see light in their darkness or perhaps one day doing some further study and becoming a mid...
Prologue: The below narrative is a continuation of Photographing Julie, which I recommend reading first. And while the introduction to the big event for Julie and her husband is longer than I'd like, I felt it was best to document everything which took place prior to. Hopefully I did in such a way as to keep you from getting too bored until the big day arri...
Joanne quickly unhooked her bra and whipped her knickers off before diving, completely naked, under the duvet; she snuggled up to her husband, one arm across his chest and a leg across his. Steve lay on his back, eyes closed; she knew, given the amount he had drunk tonight, that he would soon be snoring softly but she was determined to make the most of an ev...
I awoke from my slumber when a light cool breeze hit my back. It was soon replaced by a large warm mass pressing into me. Will's arm wrapped around me and grasped one of my breasts in its large palm. He pulled me tight and nuzzled my ear. "Good morning, sweetheart," he whispered before lightly sucking on my earlobe. I pushed my butt back and his dick press...
Intro: The exploits of a man whose given name fit him perfectly, Randy, and he certainly was that. He was a high-school history teacher and coach until he hit the lottery and retired early at 52. While he was not averse to returning flirtatious quips from the girls in his classes, he did avoid giving in to the urge, telling the more enticing of them to, "com...
Olympian Laughs to Conquer The warm, humid air of the pool inside Your Local Gym was heavy with chlorine, but since she had not gotten in yet, she smelled of apples and was dry in her one piece Speedeo, here to improve her freestyle stroke from me--the aquatics guy. We were both 20 something, me well-muscled but slim, she—Jill I learned—though not heavily e...
Surprising Dowdy Dani - Again © Literocat 2011 This is a 'timely' Nude Day entry, so please vote and vote a BIG 5! ;-)) thanks. After far too many drinks, my old friend and author-wanna-be, Joe M. Starki, convinced me to tell him more about Dowdy Dani. Like everyone else, he believed my Surprising Dowdy Dani story was all fiction. We were alone in my kitch...
Dr. Emeril Cox sat at his desk, watching Linda Foster, waiting for her response to his long description of his group fertility procedure. He'd delivered this speech so many times, each time altering it for his audience. In this instance he hadn't even been entirely sure about offering this technique to Mrs. Foster. He felt he was a good judge of character an...
It was Katarina's fault. Had it not been for her I would have continued living a basically monastic life as I had done since the death of my wife, in an auto accident, three years ago. Katarina Florentina Magdelana Corianna . . . , or Kat, as I call her, is my youngest daughter, who graduated from our local university last year. For reasons of anonymity an...