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Copyright © June 2025 by CiaoSteve
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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....

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....

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...

There is a first time for everything.
As well as writing our own adventures, Andy and I like to read other people's stories on Literotica. For the inspiration to write this story I am indebted to janon314 and their most recent story "Plain Jane out of her comfort zone". I have read a number of their stories as the exhibitionist and voyeur stuff is so well written. This one though had so many similarities to how Andy and I first got together that we felt inspired to tell that story....

Garden Club 01
So, listen, my peeps, I'm Todd and I'm old enough to know better, but that never seems like much fun, so, I don't pay much mind to all that. But what I do mind is, OMFG, just who in their right mind thinks that banging on a twenty something's front door at 10am on a Sunday morning is ever a good idea, huh? Because my idea of that is exactly the same as hearing 'what the hell is your problem' as I slowly answer the front door in a dazed and grumpy mood because......

"You're pretty damn good to keep up!"
I glanced at the two guys who kept playing frisbee in front of us girls, obviously trying to impress. Being the first day of summer, they didn't waste any time. Not that we minded. They definitely were eye candy.
"I didn't think you were this slow," the sexier of the two guys shouted back to his buddy. He whipped the frisbee, and it sailed, a red disk across the clear blue sky....

A romantic getaway. She packed light. Very light.
What begins as a simple trip to Paris becomes something else entirely -- a night of teasing, tension, and power shifting hands.
This is a slow-burn story about confidence, surrender, and what happens when the person you think you know surprises you... in public....

My apartment is always hot. My damn landlord is to cheap to get the AC fixed and he's a pervert who likes seeing the women come in and out sweating and our clothes clinging to our bodies.
I had a late night last night. Boys were buying me tequila all night hoping that my clothes would come off, no doubt, and maybe for one of them it would have worked but his friend decided to get handsy. Too bad, normally I love a man to handle by C cup tits a little on the rough side but when I returned the favor I swea...

I awoke with a new sense of joy at life! After Tommy's visit yesterday I was totally ready for him to "till my patch" again. I felt young and alive for the first time in ages, and I knew today I'd have another crack at that young cock!
I got the call while I was at the bank, getting out another little reward. I thought something might be wrong. He didn't call me Pam! My heart trembled. Was he not coming?...

This is part 64 of my continuing story.
I suggest reading Pt. 63 - One Night in Dallas as this story is a continuation.
All my characters are well over the age of consent.
This is fictional work. Fiction means made up. I am a storyteller.
Any mistakes are mine as I create and edit my own work. Please forgive my typos....

He kissed her shoulder like it was a formality.
A dry, sand-dusted press of lips--quick, impersonal. Then he rolled onto his back, muttering something about how the sun was stronger than he expected. Ryan always underestimated the obvious.
Ava lay still, skin warm beneath the bikini she'd bought just for this trip. Red. Cut high on the hips. Supposed to be dangerous. Flirtatious. A test, maybe--not for strangers, but for him....

Introduction:
It started with the wrong picture.
One accidental tap.
One hard cock sent to the wrong woman.
Stefan meant to turn on his lover.
Instead, he awakened something in an old friend.
Lea wasn't supposed to see it.
She wasn't supposed to like it.
She definitely wasn't supposed to reply....

I hope you enjoy this latest story. - Mona x
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I've always used Tinder for its intended purpose; finding guilt free sex when I need it.
I'm not looking for a relationship, I've already got one of those. No, I have an itch that needs scratching and Tinder gets it. Some days it's better than others....

An intro from Jayne.
Having now rediscovered the pleasure of having sex with herself and travelled through the various stages of adventures when masturbating, many women have got used to being touched and stared at, some even welcoming and encouraging it. At first, as I did, some may worry about what having a near, or full, obsession with jerking off might lead to and where it might take her. Whether it was the joys and the situations that went through my mind as that did such amazing things to my body, ...

Hi everyone. This is the next chapter in the story of the beginning of Amy and my married life together. Some people have said this should be a 'loving wife' tale, but I don't feel that is the case. Its not something we consciously wanted, the events I'm writing about occurred because of a desire by Amy to move our life forward shortly after we got married....

**Chapter One: Something About Him**
Lena had always been the "good girl." Sweet, responsible, soft-spoken. At twenty-two, she'd built a life that was simple but stable: a steady job, a decent boyfriend, a modest apartment on the edge of the city. She worked at a local kindergarten where she was beloved by both kids and parents. Every morning, she tied her chestnut-brown hair into a ponytail, slipped into her soft pink scrubs, and headed into a world of crayons, snacks, and songs....

Author's note: This is a very sensual story with an extremely gentle, female-led encounter. If you are turned off by stories with sensitive, vulnerable men, this is really not gonna be your thing.
This is for everyone who feels a kind of loneliness that can come only from our connected, modern world, and for everyone who has trouble turning off the thoughts they'd rather not have -- especially on a certain night of the week. I see you (:...

I am Gloria. I am 23 and I need to feel the desperate arousal of another. I feel it even when I'm walking down the street. I'm not just looking for a quick fuck, though I've had lots of those. I want a connection, a meeting of souls. But instead I got "wham, bang, thank you ma'am" sex.
jean. my good friend, once called me "a slut" because of the number of men I have slept with....

I've lived in my apartment complex for about 4 years now, and i like it because it's close to the things I use, it allows dogs, and it's relatively quiet. Another nice feature is that each apartment in the building overlooks a shared courtyard: on my slide of the building we get the morning sun and on the other, the afternoon and evening light I have met my neighbors on each side of me, and though we speak, we're not in each other's business....

Friendly Neighbors


By J. D. V.


Chapter 1

"She had not known the weight until she felt the freedom." Nathaniel Hawthorn
Police arrived at Applegate's residence and were called by neighbors. Two officers approach the door and hear a woman screaming. The two officers break the door down and see Carlene on her knees, holding her wrist and face, crying. Her husband, Gary, runs away from the officers, but one catches up, tackles him in the backyard, and places him under arrest....

Author's Foreword: This series has themes of romance, sex, friendship, humor, safe and consensual BDSM, and above all, intimacy and the concept of memory. Any resemblance to real people or events is coincidental. I want you, reader, to come away with more empathy, appreciation, and joy for yourself and others than you began. As I did when writing this....

Episode 1- The Party
Dashawn was already three sips into his Don Julio soda when he ducked into the kitchen. Lights low, counter sticky, and the bass from the living room thumping through the floor like it had somewhere to be. The party was in a brownstone Airbnb off-campus--some junior's cousin booked it, word got passed through group chats, and now it was wall-to-wall with bodies too grown to be anybody's RA problem. He posted by the fridge, hoodie half-zipped, fitted low, watching the swirl of red cup...

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....

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...

**Author's note:**
Welcome to Ibiza - where the sun's hot, the nights are wild, and the girls didn't come for rest. This is Episode 1 of an erotic holiday series that follows four friends, one unforgettable week, and all the ways a good time can get complicated.
Each episode dives deeper into one of the girls - her temptations, her choices, her sex. Expect friendships, tension and teasing - and the messy truths that emerge when the cocktails wear off....

My wife Kate runs a small specialty business and does quite well with it. People order specialty items of an unusual type. One of a kind items usually. Something they want that is only done by the "I'll do it Store." You think it up and Kate will try to make it. She has run her small store for six years now and makes a good profit each year....

"On today's episode of My Secret Past, Zack tells us of an afternoon encounter with an unexpected twist. Zack,"
"Thanks for letting me tell my story. So, yeah, it happened several years ago and it was a first for all of us..."
It was a hot September afternoon, when, after work one day, Anna and I decided to stop by Travis and Becky's house for a beer, and a bowl of some good smoke I had just picked up. Travis welcomed us at the door of their small house and led us to the bedroom. Becky was at work, an...

Disclaimer: This story might contain exaggerated portrayals of body parts and consensual adult sexual acts. Please exercise judgment to set realistic expectations for yourself about sex and sexuality.
Claimer: This story might just be a revelation to you about man-woman love!
This is a little story about a lecture that began as an expression of outrage, a lecture about love, a lecture a woman gave me -- a woman who was a nymphomaniac and self-confessed semen addict; a woman to whom I was married....

Chapter 2: Becoming the Sketch
The story so far (Synopsis)
Anita, a married Mumbai literature teacher, is increasingly facing harassment by a student Aditya who is from a powerful family. Her husband, Kunal, surprisingly responds in an erotic way when she confides in him, unlocking a secret layer of shame and desire. The boundaries between power, fantasy, and humiliation are blurred as Anita fights to keep control in both her home and school. After receiving a provocative sketch of herself one day, sh...

Chris Trimble stood in front of his floor to ceiling window in his corner office. He admired the view of downtown Los Angeles on this Friday evening. A break was needed for him having been working long hours on a big project. He wanted to get as much done as possible before the weekend so all he had to do was put the final touches on it before the presentation on Wednesday....