"You haven't left your apartment in several days..." Lina's parole officer told her.
"What gave it away?" Lina said, still in her post-release funk. Prison had been constricting, but the lack of choice made getting through the days easier. Her family was of no help, shunning or being outright ashamed of the once drug-addict and robber. She'd been the lucky one; her boyfriend had been shot....

The Women of the House part 1
Tess, a twenty-five year old, raven haired petite woman was sat at the kitchen table with her mother Nora, a forty-four year old, also raven haired woman (black hair ran in the family) having a chat over a bottle of dry white win, when Leo, a tall twenty-one year old came storming through the front door like a pissed off bull, before throwing his wallet and keys on the counter and rummaging through the fridge in search of beer....

All characters depicted are above the age of 18 and all acts described are consensual.
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"Daddy, was I a good girl for you?"
Kenzie looked up with pleading eyes at her latest client.
'He wouldn't have used me as his fuck-hole if he didn't like me' she reassured herself.
"Oh ... ummm ... yeah, of course honeydoll!" Jason replied, seeming half distracted. "Yeah don't worry, you were the best punching bag fuckhole I ever had!" He casually smacked her face and chuckled as he zipped up his jea...

It was my third year of college and I had finally figured everything out. I had pretty good standing with my teachers and although I wasn't at a top of my class, my grades weren't anything to be ashamed of either. Parents still supported my studies, but I also scored a part time job in a local cafe bar. I had a steady girlfriend for over a year and she was crazy about me, as I was about her. My free time was filled with running and soccer, but I also managed to rest on a couch and read a good book from time...

I go to the roof a few times a week now to tan. It's higher than most of the buildings around, although you never know what people can see. I don't care though. I take off my bikini top and sometimes inch my bottoms down while I'm lying on my stomach. Who hasn't seen a butt?
My tan is coming along nicely. I still get a thrill out of tan lines like I did in high school, when I'd put a heart-shaped sticker right above my pelvis to track my progress. My shoulders are golden and the tiny hairs on my arms hav...

By Susan Greenway
[This story relates to previous stories, appearing in the series, Kate Returns Home, in particular, and Kate Loves Her Job. It's not necessary to have read any or all of these previous stories to enjoy this one, although many readers will find they will enrich their enjoyment of this story. This story involves bodily functions, as well as severe administration of discipline, so if either offends you, please read no further. All characters are well over 18.]...

Title: Claimed at Closing Time
Setting: Small rural bar on a slow Thursday night.
Part 1 -- Jessy (First-Person)
I ain't the type to go lookin' for anything outside
my marriage.
Not usually.
But sometimes, somethin' finds me.
I'd just come off the ranch, boots dusty, jeans worn in the right places, hands still smellin' like saddle oil and sweat. I took my usual spot at the far end of the bar, outta habit more than anything....

Chapter II - Am I Black Owned?
So the last thing I was telling you about was the first night that I cheated on my husband with Jalen. I woke up the next morning thinking how terrible I was for being a cheating whore, but as I lay in bed the more I thought about it, I was just living my life and I wanted to enjoy it to the fullest! I shouldn't be denied of having some fun and getting some good sex, should I? David and my sex life had certainly gotten stale over the past few years. We had sex maybe once ev...

This is a continuation of my story "Volunteer Work Pays Off" published by Literotica on May 19 2025. In that story, I described how I rescued a young woman, Susan, from an abusive boyfriend. She came to me literally with only the clothes on her back and I gave her a safe place to stay. I fed, clothed, housed, and helped educate her for three years until she could live on her own. During this time she was my live-in housekeeper, with benefits, for which she was paid. She moved out of my house about six-month...

Authors Note: Another story inspired by an incomplete roleplay. As always it will involve a lot of pantyhose. I try to build things up as much as I can and I do like to add a lot of detail. I want you the reader to really be able to visualize the scene and feel like you're right there in the action. Please do not hesitate to write comments. I love feedback good or bad and I really love hearing from others who share my love and yes fetish for women in pantyhose. Especially women who still actually like to we...

This story's characters are over 18.
My wife was downstairs cooking father's day dinner, I was with my 19 year old son who is an athlete while she was with our 22 year old daughter.
In his room, I had my rock hard cock deep in my son's ass. As he faced me kissing passionately, filled up his room with grunting and slapping noises, trying to be quiet....

The first time I ended up doing it with my own mother took place years ago. I was twenty two back then and she was forty six. I was studying at a university, she just had become the principal of the only school my home town had. But we didn't just do it, plenty of different things, events slowly led towards it....

Tom laid back against the bedsheets, tipping his head to rest on Marry's shoulder. They were both slightly sticky with sweat, their chest rising and falling as they tried to catch their breath. Tom turned to kiss Marry's cheek, and she gave a lazy smile.
"That was good," she said with an exhale, pushing her blonde hair out of her face....

Chris was getting excited, at nineteen years old and having finished technical college he was due to start his first job in Plymouth next month. His parents had paid for him to spend a few days down there before he started to find somewhere to live, growing up in North Devon it was too far to commute. After traipsing round loads of dingy bedsits and overpriced flats he stumbled across an ad in the local paper. Ringing the number he was delighted to find it was still available and arranged to go straight rou...

FUN UNDER A WARM SUN

It was a blisteringly hot day for early summer in Brittany. Still, she had planned their holiday well and chosen a small resort close to secluded bays, the rocky outcrops covered in sea pines where, if you wanted to laze in the partial shade that they cast, you could still enjoy the view of the sea, or take a cooling dip if you chose to do that....

Chapter 1 -- Player 2 has entered the game
Orientation day on campus was framed with the warmth of a late summer's day. The campus was alive, students lounging on the grass in their groups, others running from one end to the other, desperately hoping they were heading to the right building. The scent of freshly cut grass, freshly made coffee and anticipation filled the air....

Woohoo it's the holidays, you have decided to drive up to a holiday cabin in the forest for a couple of days after finishing a long week at work with a close friend of yours. You have been on management course that week and need a good time to relax and enjoy some good fun.
You arrive at the cabin and totally love that place. Like the big brother house. All the mod cons and fancy furniture. The fridge full of food and has its own wine chiller stocked with every drink own....

I woke up groggy and sweaty to the sun shining onto the pristine king size bed. The events of the night before played through my head like a highlight reel and I checked my surroundings for any evidence of my captor. "Alex?" I asked to nothing, my voice hoarse from screaming. I tried the door--still locked. The clock on the nightstand read 11:34AM, shit, my fiance must have been freaking out not hearing from me, and I still didn't have my phone to call for help. I decided to go through Alex's belongings to ...

Mistress' note: I edited Take It, Pt. 04 after some very helpful feedback (thank you xxx.) I suggest you go back and reread, unless of course, you'd rather be corrected later.
And now, back to our tale. Assume the position...
When I walk in, I see it immediately. A St. Andrew's Cross. Black leather. Steel hardware. Centered in the room like an altar built for undoing....

Hey. I'm just a regular guy, albeit a very fit and somewhat muscular man. I lift weights, run, cycle, and do other various exercises daily. I'm 5'10", and I weigh 175 lbs.... and I have a hairy chest.
But sometimes I just don't want a hairy chest, or hairy anything for that matter. So for a number of years I've been getting wax treatments. At first it was just my back (which is not very hairy) and chest. But then when I moved to a new state, I decided I wanted to try going all the way....

HE WAS RAPUNZELED
She let her hair down, but not with him.
Preamble Ramble- Some people hate my rambles but I like them. It gives me a chance to explain my thinking behind a story. Its the only way I have to communicate with people who read my stories. And those who do thank you.
THIS IS VERY AND I MEAN VERY LOOSEY BASED ON THE FAIRY TALE....

Author's Note: Hey I'm jaylake! Some of you may remember this story which was written by me. I'm here to continue this series and write more stories.
Reason for my going: It may sound stupid but what i started as just a fun thing turned very stressful for me that's why i decided to leave. However I also took my stories with me which prolly wasn't a good idea....

~~~ Chapter Notes ~~~
Loki and Kira continue snooping around Sven's kingdom - after leaving a mess on his bed. All chapters in this tale are complete and have been submitted. Hopefully, the kind, gracious, smartly-attired, and gorgeous admins will release a new episode every day or so.
~~~ Sven's Palace ~~~...

15 Days with the Smith Family - Part 1
The first 6 days from Greg Smith's perspective
Day 1
Greg was sitting at his desk in one of the tallest buildings in the city's business center. Their office is on the seventh floor, high enough to flood the minimalist, chic, modern office with a generous amount of natural light, but not high enough to provide a breathtaking view of the city. While the office itself is inviting with two desks, a sofa, two armchairs, and a small coffee table--conducive to busin...

Copyright © June 2025 by CiaoSteve
CiaoSteve reserves the right to be identified as the author of this work. This story cannot be published, as a whole or in part, without the express agreement of the author other than the use of brief extracts as part of a story review.
This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons....

Cursed by the Bottle
This story was originally written for the Literotica Nude Day Story Contest 2025.
The idea for the story came from a public domain photo I found on the Library of Congress website titled "Francis Joseph Bruguière - Juniper, erotic photography" from 1915.
This story doesn't include any sex, but it does include descriptions of realistic naked people....

Steve's girlfriend Debbie steps through the sliding glass door and onto the patio. "Steven!" she scolds. "You've got to be fuckin' kidding!"
"What? You don't like the joke?"
She huffs and shakes her head in disapproval at him.
"Well, for one thing, it's redundant. Everyone within 100 miles of this place knows the rules here!"...

This is, of course, a standalone story, but it slots into my other tales somewhere after "Clean Slate" and "The Girl In The Green Dress." It's only very loosely connected to either of those, though. I'm entering this in Lit's annual Nude Day Contest, which asks us all to celebrate the power that a naked body can have. I hope you enjoy it! Please read all the Nude Day entries and grace your favorites with five stars....

National Nude Day -- July 14th, 2045
Chicago Prime
It always started with a lie.
"I'm not going out this year."
"It's not for me."
"I don't need to get naked to feel free."
But as dusk crept over the skyline and the temperature settled into its warm summer hush, the clothes came off. Slowly. Awkwardly. Sometimes with laughter. Sometimes with a glass of something strong. By nightfall, the streets were full of skin....

Author's Note
This story was written for Literotica's Nude Day 2025 Contest.
I hope it invites you to look closer--not just at nudity, but at what it means to be seen. Truly seen. To be vulnerable. To be rendered not as an ideal, but in the raw truth of flesh, time, and memory.
A quiet piece. A slow burn. A meditation on the body as a vessel--for longing, for story, for the weight of what we carry and what we choose to share....