My name is John Taylor. I grew up in a midsized southern town in Alabama. I met my wife when we were in high school together. Connie Smith was a real beauty, with long legs and curves in all the right places. Her hair was long and brown with a reddish tint. She reminded me of an actress I had seen on TV, on one of those soap operas, but I could never remembe...
I am tired of people giving me shit. It started in junior high school and got worse in high school. My brother Todd was the worse. In high school he was the typical sports jock, dating the cheerleaders and popular with all the cool kids. When I was studying math or on the chess club Todd would rib me pretty good and tell all the girls I was gay. His friends...
This is my entry into the Nude Day contest, so I would appreciate your comments and votes. It is a romance and coming of age story, and does not have any graphic sex scenes, so be forewarned. Enjoy!! * Prologue. New York, early this morning. In the early morning light, Danielle's sleeping body was beautiful. Since the first time I saw her naked, 8 months...
She had months ago learned why astronauts, dressed in their bulky white suits and helmets, waddled clumsily rather than walked like other people. The suit's plumbing made normal walking an impossible task. Astronaut Tori Nicole Anson half shuffled, half waddled from the suit room into the hallway. She smiled inside her closed visor at all the people assemb...
This is a new fictional story line, with new characters. If it's well received I will consider continuing with more parts. Enjoy! *** My name is April, and I am just another young bored and sexually starved housewife. I can't complain about our lifestyle, we make enough money to have nice cars, a big house with a beautiful pool, a hot tub and even a dedica...
Chapter 4: The Uniqueness of a Beautiful Girl The approaching holidays were both blessing and challenge. Europeans are much more tradition conscious than many Americans, and from my own time in Europe this could be a real time of wonderful experiences and family togetherness and spiritual uplift. The backside was that she could hardly overlook the fact th...
Sheila didn't want to publish this story under her own Lit name, so I let her post it under my account. I hope you enjoy her story, and if you have comments I'll make sure she gets them. I told my view of her early 'movie career' in my recounting under Sisters, Friends, and Lovers - Chapter 23. Enjoy her account; this has a lot more details than my reporting...
"Things need not have happened to be true. Tales and dreams are the shadow-truths that will endure when mere facts are dust and ashes." -Neil Gaiman, "The Sandman" *** October 31st, 6:10 PM: The house was dark except for the black-and-white flicker of the TV screen. Richard stared at it, passive, waiting. A voice wailed from the speakers: "It's alive, i...
Rain Dance Okay, now I know I shouldn't have done this. Let me set the stage for you: it's 95 degrees (a mere 89 in the shade!), and I'm 4800 feet above sea level. Not that there's an actual sea for hundreds of miles. Or any water at all, damn near. I'm sure a nineteenth century explorer or a Native American shaman or botany professor could scare up some a...
When I was 18 years old I was a lifeguard at our community swimming pool. I spent all day sitting on a stand with a raging boner watching all the beautiful ladies in their tightest bikinis strut around, swim and tan themselves. During my break I would spend most of my time in the bathroom replaying the images of water beading up and flowing down the mostly e...