Cain Kershaw had been riding his paint horse, Patch, for six days since he'd left Tyler, Texas. He hadn't intended to stop for supplies before he got to Evant, but three days of spring rainstorms had kept him holed up under his tarpaulin. He'd run out of corn meal and he was getting low of coffee.
It had taken Cain until almost sundown to find a town. Meridian, Texas wasn't very big, but it was big enough to have a general store. Cain figured he'd buy five pounds of corn meal and two pounds of coffee and...

B was hiding in her room. She wasn't remotely scared of Caitlin; she just didn't want any interaction with her. What would be the point? She would be gone before summer was over, even if she made it past then, definitely by the winter holidays. Tyler had always been predictable in that regard. By Christmas there would be a new vapid blonde she would have to be civil to. Hopefully not as insufferable as Caitlin. It did make her wonder what Jace had even seen in her, but then remembered that so many men had a...

The Sleaze Please Sex Clinic 01
By: DickThePimp
Totally Fake... So Fucking Sleazy
The Stars:
James (Me)
My Wife Kelly (Porn Queen Of Queens Kelly Madison)
(Really loud music playing... Smoke fills the air... So does the smell of sex, drugs, and vomit... Piss too for that matter)
Billie (Billie Eilish) and I are dancing. Her back to me. Kelly joins in. A bottle of Jack in her hand. A joint hanging out of the corner of her mouth, barely hanging on....

CHILDREN OF THE VORTEX: MIDNIGHT'S SON
Chapter Two: Known Fugitives
By FinalStand
*Not all prisons are made of steel and stone*
[MOSCOW, RUSSIAN FEDERATION]
[TWO DAYS AFTER NEVERWHERE'S DEATH]
"I'll have you know entering Russia was a cast iron bitch," were the first words out of Candid's mouth once she joined Atticus Styx/Midnight's Son and Nightingale at an upscale café alongside the river they were eating at....

Dear Kelly,
I'm writing to you on the lanai as the afternoon sun does its worst to the shoulders and foreheads of naive late-day beachgoers. My travel buddies went on a double-date to the tiki bar down the road, and to be fair, they did welcome me along, but I said I'd rather relax and write you this email....

A Novel by J. K. Ermon (jokermon)


This is a work of erotic fantasy fiction for the entertainment of adults only. Everything in this story is imaginary and is not meant to represent any real-life people, events, or medical conditions. It contains explicit futanari (hermaphrodite) content. If that's not your thing, or if reading this type of material is unlawful where you reside, don't read it. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years of age or older, even if it seems otherwise for dramatic...

Part 1 -- Aftertaste
The wine bottle is still on the kitchen counter.
Half empty. Room temperature. I didn't mean to leave it out. But I didn't stop myself, either.
The glass beside it is already waiting, like it knows I'll need it.
I pour a small one.
Just to land. Just to sleep.
The first sip is bitter. The second, softer....

Five minutes until the next call, Joanne thought, feeling her heart rate rising. "This time I'm doing it", she murmured to herself, noting a slight tremble in her voice. She stood up and walked to her bedroom. Three years of a global pandemic and I'm still living alone, she thought. At first, working from home had seemed like a fun break from her routine. But now, she was just tired. Tired of showing up to work in her pajamas, just making sure her hair, face, and top were presentable for video... And that's...

Author's note: This is a continuation of a story I wrote about a young man forced to stay in his room while his sister's bachelorette party rages all around him. The initial idea was only about what it would be like to have having a 'keyhole' perspective on what was surely a debaucherous night, along with some sexy fun with the amped up women behind the main character's door....

"Pizza's here!" Mason shouts from downstairs.
I finish licking Shay's cum off my lips and smile at her shy grin. I love how she's so demure and quiet until we start fucking around. God, she's so sexy.
"Are you hungry, baby?" I ask her. "I just had a delicious appetizer, but I could go for a slice or two. Maybe some dessert later..."...

She doesn't like to wear underwear, except on special occasions. This day was not to be one of those occasions because much as I like it when she wears her silk underwear I do like it when all she wears is one of her flowing sundresses, they usually flow over her full figure and I think she looks stunning. She has often told me that she likes to have a breeze blow over her body when we are out. Being by the sea meant that there was a sea breeze which Sam really likes! It sort of turns her on as you will see...

????️ FILE LOG: UNSANCTIONED CONFESSION
The subject engages in a prolonged act of vocal dominance, rationalizing betrayal while seducing the listener into climax. Civilian effect reports include: panty flooding, loyalty fracture, and subconscious infatuation.
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????️ " He told me how pink your pussy was. I’m Sorry… I Couldn’t Help Myself.”...

Another play session. Enjoy me laying on my back with my legs spread. Listen to my sounds as I cum then rub my clit and squirt more. playing in my puddle filled pussy.
I am new to audio and would love feedback, please


Emily Cums Undone 2 by Emilyssoundgarden







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Author's Note:
Votes and comments let me know which stories you want more of in the future.
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Lora loved her husband. He was a good father, loyal husband, and eager submissive. After their son was born, sex had taken a back seat. The dutiful wife kept up her appearance for her husband. Accepting his lustful advances. Over time those advances came less often. Masturbating to porn was surely part of the reason....

The week that followed consumed every second I had. There was no time for any distractions. Work was madness. I barely slept. I kept thinking I'd call her, should call her-but each time I reached for my phone, something stopped me. Maybe it's too late, maybe I ought to call in the morning instead. Or the creeping feeling that it had been too long....

Ball Girl/Boy Training - Part 1 -slave girl sara.
Bartholomew's is always `THE` school to attend if one wants to get your son or daughter into sporting academies. They take girls from eighteen to twenty-two and boys from eighteen to twenty-one.
A lot of parents also like Bartholomew's for their old school strictness. Excuses are never asked for so never offered. Possibly all parents were brought up by the leather strap or rattan cane. Bartholomew`s has one addition, the willow switch....

Elizabeth waited in the dark. Knees wide, head down, palms up on her thighs. Other than the collar and leather wrist cuffs, she was naked.
Exactly as he'd commanded.
Random sounds echoed down the hall and under the door, but mostly she could only hear the fan above her and her own breathing.
Finally, the door cracked and Christian stood backlit by the dying sunlight, but she quickly dropped her eyes back to the floor, hoping he hadn't noticed....

I want to watch my boyfriend fuck a hotter, younger woman as he tells me how much better her tight pussy feels around his cock than my loose, worn out holes.
He would browse ads of hookers online and pick one out. I would then pay her to come over and let him fuck her in front of me.
I'd rub my huge hairy hole while I watched his eyes roll back in his head as his cock forces its way into her barely used pussy. She is so young that hooking hasn't had any effect on it yet....

(Story Continues from here: )
Lokesh quietly moved toward the device that lay in the middle of the bedroom. Just beside it was their marital bed. He knew that he was not allowed on the bed tonight if he is getting the plank.
The plank was a scary contraption. There was horizontal foamed plank which is about 2 feet from the ground with four legs. But it had two additional planks attached like an open scissor with leather ankle cuffs to tie the legs. There was a wheel that upon moving spread the legs ap...

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!"...

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....

Another boring Friday night at Rick's house. I'd come here at the end of the week to wind down from the problems and pressures I faced at the office. Work kind of sucked, but when you're the highest ranking female and in charge of an entire department, that sort of goes with it. Luckily I found and hired a competent team to handle routine things, so I was never needed on weekends. That gave me from Friday evening until Sunday night to be here and decompress....

The sound of traffic disappeared as the front door to my apartment building shut behind me. The weight of the groceries in my hands was already taking its toll, the vinyl handles nearly ripping through my fingers, but it would only get worse. I hadn't thought about logistics when I'd signed the lease and moved in back in February. Back then, my only concern was the frigid Chicago winters. Now it was late June, Chicago was a sweltering temperature I hadn't expected, and I had to walk up three flights of stai...

The Walk by the Lake (NUDE DAY 2025)
It had been Howard's idea. At least, that was how we'd agreed esoterically to remember it.
We were driving north from Albany in a rented convertible that felt too open, too loud for the quiet, hesitant plans forming inside me. I wore a long, white summer dress that floated against my knees in the breeze, a sunhat I didn't need, and under it all: nothing. That had been his request. I'd agreed with a theatrical roll of the eyes, though part of me had shivered in anti...

It was my idea. Sort of. More accurately, my idea triggered a series of things that led to it. But the team still blamed me for what happened. But I am getting ahead of myself.
I work at a coffee shop called Coffee with Cath. Named after the bubbly, curvy, red-headed owner. It had a small team of staff: Angie, Becky, Karen, Tori, and me, Jack, the only man. It was a good-natured group; there was always a lot of laughter and banter between us and with the customers....

Getting to Know Tracy
I've always liked mirrors.
Not for vanity—at least not only that—but because they tell the truth. And the truth is, at forty-three, I look good. Damn good.
Blonde hair, cut just past the shoulders, usually swept up in a loose knot or cascading over one shoulder. Blue eyes that hold a little too much control for some men to handle. Five foot six, toned from years of yoga and barre, with a figure that turns heads at every dinner party. I had my breasts done just after my fortiet...

Author's note:
This is a story for the Literotica Nude Day Story Contest 2025. All characters are fictional.
The story title comes from the finale of the 1968 tribal musical 'Hair': The Flesh Failures / Let The Sunshine In, written by Galt MacDermot (music), James Rado and Gerome Ragni (lyrics). Quoted lyric snippets are the property of the authors. A complete list of songs mentioned appears at the end of the story, and the songs are widely available on streaming services....