Chapter One - Paths - The wind gusted strongly through the small town. Fat flakes of snow fell, whipped into a frosty froth by the powerfully gusting wind, from slate gray skies gradually turning black at the unhurried approach of evening. I like snow, I always have. I could dimly remember cheerful childhood memories of running around through knee-deep...
The music in my studio headphones faded away and I relaxed a bit, finally satisfied. That take had been just what I'd been aiming for. After fourteen shots at that passage, I'd wondered if I was ever going to be able to sing it exactly the way I had envisioned it in my mind. Some of the takes had been very, very close, but I was a bit of a perfectionist. My...
Chapter 1 Kyle Whitley was getting tight. He wasn't falling down drunk yet, but he was getting there. That was why he was trying to fumble open the sliding patio door leading out to Paul and Ann's rear deck. It was a nice one, solid as a rock. They'd only had it for a couple of weeks. After having seen it earlier in the evening, Kyle was thinking of buildin...
Some of the ideas for this story, and certainly the inspiration, were adapted from a Japanese hentai cartoon, Express Train (there are, of course, quite a few bus and train versions of this theme in Japanese idol movies). I placed the story in the fetish section, as its primary theme is frotteurism. However, it does clearly shade into exhibitionism and voyeu...
***** I think it must have been some kind of temporary insanity. What other way is there to explain where I found myself that day? Driving in my car, naked from the waist down, not knowing exactly what was going to happen when I reached the address that was written on the paper lying on the seat between my bare legs. One thing I was sure about—the arousal...
Here we go, another submission in the LW category. I truly appreciate all of the thoughtful comments to my last posting here, and I decided to give it one more try. I am warning all of you now, though, that this story is woefully deficient in several categories. First, there's almost no sex here. Second, no wives are going to die in the writing of this story...
Adam couldn't help but notice how nice Rachel looked in her leotard. It must have been a new one because he hadn't seen that particular color. The purple tights only drew more attention to the young girl, and her 18-year-old body was shown off quite well. The loose-fitting white top she had on also allowed her big breasts to bounce around a bit, as her bra...
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...
Monica Kelly silently slipped out of bed; trying not to wake him. She searched his bedroom floor for her panties, but couldn't find them anywhere. Most of the floor was littered with his own dirty clothes, but she spotted her bra lying by the doorway. Monica tiptoed across the floor and grabbed it, and quickly slipped it on. Brandon, or was it Brendan- Moni...
I love writing exercises. Yesterday I posted an anti-loving wives story. Today's is a normal LW tale. I am interested in your reaction to the two. The title is another Hemingway short story. It hints at the outcome - enjoy – DT ***** The Rising Storm There are lots of ways a guy can find out that his wife is cheating. There's the ever popular, "unexpect...