I spray cleaner over the table and start wiping. The thin black shirt rides up, letting the cold metal kiss the strip of exposed skin. I gasp, and my stomach flinches away, but settles against the cool surface. My five-foot-nothing frame can barely reach into the corners, so I rise onto my toes and stretch, raising my hips above the table's edge, and almost folding myself in half....

This is my entry for the Literotica Nude Day Story Content 2025.
This is a non-canon story that involves characters from my Tiafell series.
All characters, including fairies, are 18 or older. Horses are a part of the story, but are not involved in any sexual activity. There is some light teasing between siblings but nothing beyond that. There are also male, female, and futanari fairies....

In the middle of the block in a light industrial area sat a nondescript brick building with a green door and two side lights, an address under one and a sign under the other. The sign was simple, 'Encounters'. Nothing more.
The ad indicated clothing optional and private rooms, but was otherwise rather vague. Calling ahead for non-members was required and after a short screening process a card key was mailed with instructions to pass it over the 'count' portion in the sign, then to look directly into the ...

Note - I've written over two hundred stories, most without using an editor not because I don't think they're useful, but due to logistics.
Comentarista82 was kind enough to review this story. It is eye opening to see a master at work. The precision he brought to the process was amazing. I was gobsmacked. You will reap the rewards of his expertise....

Introduction: Deca-Camera
My name is Constance E. Moreau (yes, the irony is not lost on me), age forty-three, woman of letters and occasional woman of legs. I hold two degrees, three ex-lovers worth publishing, and a growing intolerance für emotional carbohydrates. I teach Comparative Literature at a minor but architecturally ambitious university somewhere between Heidelberg and self-delusion. I've read the Decamerone in three languages and slept in seven....

[This story is an entry in the Literotica Nude Day Story Contest 2025. If you like it, please vote!]
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WIFE IN A BOX
I met Paul online. It had been a hell of a year. He told me he worked with his hands and that he always got what he wanted. I didn't believe him. I do now.
I'm walking through the house, checking the doors are closed and everything's neat as I tap out an email on my phone. I close Rebekah's door because it's just easier to give up on my ten-year-old daughter's mess: out of sight...

Author's Note: This story has been posted to Literotica. Com with the full knowledge of the original author, JimBob44. No part or whole of this story may be reprinted in any other format or on any other web site without the express written consent of the original author.
Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age....

Every summer around mid-August our family would go on their annual camping trip. Because mom worked as an art teacher in the local High School it was fairly easy for her to take the time off work. Unfortunately my dad's situation was quite different from hers. He was often busy working long hours at the office and he had recently been promoted to the head of his company. He was currently in Dubai on an extended business trip with the 'top brass' of his company. Shirley, my older sister, had married last yea...

This has a bit of everything - anal, blowjobs, foot fetish, incest, lesbian, non-consent, nudity, redhead, and romance. It started with nudity.
All characters are over 18.
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"Get in there!" Asher demanded. The eighteen-year-old pushed Astrid, who also was eighteen, into the empty upstairs bedroom and turned on the light....

Chapter Thirty-Three
May 12 th, 2021
"Thank you for giving me a second chance, Andy," Melody said to him as she woke him up for the morning. She grinned a little bit, smoothing her hand over his chest before patting it. "I didn't forget about the text message chain. It just... feels more natural to say it in person every so often. It also seems to soothe the compulsion better. Don't worry, though. I know it's Lexi's turn, so I'm just waking you up and she'll be in within a couple of minutes for her do...

Devilla

"... How?" I whispered, my eyes locked upon the pitch black artifact that encircled Lucy's neck. "Why?! That collar... What is that thing doing around her neck?!"
"Like I said," Chloe replied, "we got invited to what was apparently poisoned tea with the Grand Patriarch. We both managed to fight off the effects, but... Well, let's just say I still feel like a centaur kicked me in the head, so I wasn't exactly in a proper state to prevent whatever the hell that thing is from being put around...

Author's Disclaimer: All characters depicted are over 18, etc., etc. Enjoy!
Authors' Note: As with the other submissions in this series, this was a collaboration between myself and JennyCapricorn, each writing a section and passing it back to the other for the next. Basically, literary improve. As always, there are some grammatical issues left in for style reasons. We hope you enjoy reading this as much as we enjoyed writing it....

I am Max Wender, a black citizen, 29 years old, of Kenyan origin, and what interests readers here is the not insignificant and precious treasure that I possess between my legs, as a sexual tool.
It is 8.6 inches of a thick, dark snake, with a voluminous head. And an equally blackish container containing two enormous balls with a capacity for prolonged and abundant shots that enable me to claim records....

[Author's Note: Thank you for the kind comments on the previous two stories. They are literally the reason that I got this out in one month, instead of seven. Read on, and enjoy. -Sworls]
Ch 3
Kate looked out the window to see her husband's truck pull into the gravel drive. This was unexpected. Dave was out camping for the weekend, not due back until tomorrow night, but here he was just before lunch on Saturday. Kate was lounging in the living room by the big window that overlooked the front drive and...

British English language and spelling. In some stories the processes or facts may be incorrect, it's only a story and in my world that's how it happened. A warning to those who steal stories to use on YouTube channels, I am watching and will hit you with a copyright claim.
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Bear went back down on Kelly's cock. They'd both cum a lot that afternoon and while Kelly was hard in Bear's mouth, he placed a hand on Bear's shoulder. Bear looked up, cock still in his mouth.
"Let's take a break from that and talk about meeting the others."
Bear closed his lips around Kelly's shaft, trimmed pubic hair tickling his upper lip and then slowly drew his mouth up along Kelly's hard shaft, pausing at the head to run his tongue around the crown before letting it pop out of his mouth....

Mike was quietly researching a new camera lens he's had his eye on for several months when Carrie abruptly opens the door and walks in authoritatively. She just returned from the gym, her favorite place, still glistening with sweat, chalk visible on her hands and upper chest from the barbell. Her shirt was off and hanging from waist of her silkies (very short nylon running shorts), exposing her abs and impressive shoulders and her NoBull sports bra, beautifully containing--yet hinting--at her body underneat...

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In my high school there was a strictly enforced caste system, or there was when I was there, in 1980. I never thought that made my high school unique, among schools or civilizations. But I was mindful of it.
Unlike the other parents who had country club memberships and careers, mine had chores to do and mere jobs. Someone has to repair the cars and work in the grocery stores, right?...

TITLE: Zack & his Ex's Dad - VERSION ONE
PLOT: A young man runs into the father of a former girlfriend on the street.
This story has been split into two versions. The opening and starting first half are the same - the second half of the story is what changes in the dynamic of the couple involved. I hope you enjoy!...

*Elliott*
It was hilarious seeing Spencer so overwhelmingly uncomfortable and trying so fucking hard to hide it. I think he scowled after every bite. He didn't care for the place--big surprise--but this? This was exactly where I needed to be tonight. And the fact that he was here with me?
That made me happy. Genuinely happy....

The next few days had my apartment abuzz with activity.
The downside of my improved business success was an increase in the hours needed to prepare for each meeting, as well as additional travel time. Some of the rituals required assistance from one of Cindy, Rose, or Aubrette, which further cut into the available hours we could collectively devote to our newly adopted criminal endeavors, though Zarina did her best to work double-time to make up the difference....

I never thought I would wind up as a teacher's aide. With a degree in finance, I thought I would soon be working on Wall Street and pulling in six figures or more. I was on my way getting on with a small oil company in the town I was living in. Then the unthinkable happened. A glitch in the oil market caused the firm I was at to fold and just like that I was out of work. Many of the other oil companies in the area I was in either went under just like mine did or had tightened their belts and weren't hiring ...

I woke up in a mass of bodies. Breasts and curves and hair were suffocating me.
Each of my bonded had one of their limbs around me. Meryl was on one side of me, her leg draped over mine. Emilia and Carmella were curled into each other. Emilia used the First Knight's arm as a pillow, and both had hands resting lazily on my chest. I closed my eyes, letting their existence wash over me again. The three women's sleeping hearts all beat slowly....

My writings are works of my imagination. All the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are the product of my august imagination and used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental, and sometimes fun....

By Emi Tsuruta
Back when I used to live with my family, one summer, my father took my mom, my sister Norika and me to visit one of his old classmates from university, Russell Crane. Mr. Crane worked as an architect. I remember us staying a night in his beautiful chalet in the mountains near the ski resort Lake Tahoe northeast of here on the border of California and Nevada. After that, my father mentioned Mr. Crane once in a while, and had been asking, now that I was living in California instead of Japan,...

Billy didn't know how much time passed before he realized what had just happened. It had to be ten minutes or so as his knees were getting tired and sore. He stood and went to the mirror over the sink to see what state he was in. His face was covered in a mixture of cum and piss with thick globs in his hair and neck. Not entirely sure what was motivating him, he started collecting it with his fingers and licking them clean. The flavor of Joey's cum once again filled his pallet, triggering him to moan to him...

I hope you enjoyed part 1 of this little tale. If you haven't read it, it is worth reading Pt1 before reading this so you understand the situation Chris has found himself in.
All feedback appreciated. I have had a good second and third read of this one, so hopefully reduced the number of typos etc....

My lovely wife Sam is very much a big beautiful woman, she has gg cup breasts and she doesn't like to wear underwear, except on special occasions. We were on holiday at the coast and we had already been quite adventurous with our love making out in the open.
We were on the fifth day of our holiday. Sam wanted to get a tattoo, I was happy to do this, we were going to have matching ones on our hips, mine would be on my left hip and Sam's on her right. We got up and showered then we got dressed, Sam was goi...

This is a continuing story. The beginning of the story was called Drywood for no apparent reason whatsoever. If you want a presentation of the characters and start of the plot read the first parts.
As noted in part 6 the story now becomes four different stories, all overlapping in time but best told as one at a time. The other ones are called "Sailing", "Monas story" and "Carrie" and the prolog is in drywood part 6. This is another one starting in part 6 with Helen telling me about her friend Annette and...

Dear reader: I'm experimenting with a different style of writing here. Let me know what you think.
I roll onto my side, my head resting on my raised hand, one leg demurely on top of the other, but the neckline of my nighty droops, showing off more of my breast.
This op-shop nighty is annoying, it doesn't drape around my body like my satin ones do, but it will serve its purpose later....