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A flirty email sent to L...
As we wake up and stretch out last nights excursions, I slide down your body and kiss you as I make my descent, tasting you with light kisses. My hands on your skin, finding your soft breasts, squeezing them gently in my palms and kissing them, opening my mouth up and letting my tongue circle and flick your nipples before kissing them lightly again and again as they grow firmer in my mouth....

Thanks again to alphabetacajun for editing.
Disclaimer: All characters are 18+. This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to persons living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Friday
Dan came downstairs and saw his wife, Callie, standing outside at their patio table looking next door. He walked out and put his arms around her. "I know it's worse for you, sweetheart, but I'm going to miss him, too." He kissed her shoulder....

Freud would have an absolute fucking field day with me. Is it unresolved daddy issues? Is it a need to relinquish control after a day of stressful work and responsibility for others? Is it fall-out from my now-deceased marriage to a control freak with zero imagination in bed other than to make me feel worthless? Who knows. What I do know is that, as a single woman with a very new and exciting playing field before me, I find myself looking beyond the 'vanilla' for my kicks....

*All characters are fictional and are not intended to represent any real life individuals. As always, I value any feedback and hope you enjoy the series.*
It's Sunday morning yet again, a whole week gone by in a blur. I sit in my car, replaying the interactions from last week. The sight of you, the flirting, the thoughts of passion that continue to play in my mind. My chest rises with a deep inhale, before letting out a slow sigh. Surely this isn't all in my head, that spark, that beginning little flame ...

Swim Week in Miami was everything they said it would be -- lights, bodies, tension, and heat. After a year of clean eating and brutal workouts, I'd earned my place on the runway. I was fresh off my first walk, drenched in sweat and adrenaline, and harder than I'd ever been in my life.
Fifteen congratulatory hugs from some of the hottest women on Earth didn't help....

James bent down, locating the spare key before unlocking the door to Emma's apartment. He had already knocked five times, but Emma had told him that she rarely heard knocking on the front door, with it being so far away from her bedroom. Knowing this, he entered, calling out to her.
"Emma, love," he called out, "I just wanted to check you were alright after what happened earlier."...

Serendipity
I had made one mistake. And it was a big one. Now I had to figure out what to do about it. And no matter how much I tried to come up with varied and imaginary solutions, I ultimately realised all of them were impractical.
Aside from remaining where I was until I slowly starved to death, I could only see one solution. I needed help. Fuck....

Office Temptations
This story was co-written with April602. You should check her page here if you like this story. Thanks.
The phone rang at about nine, just as I was getting into my oversized t-shirt, which was my usual bedtime apparel. It was David from work.
He said, "April, you know that guy Doug whose business we've been chasing? Well, he's in town staying at the Plaza. He emailed me a little while ago, and it sounds like he has some time tomorrow to talk business. Why don't you come and pick ...

An off-limits beauty.
A shocking proposal.
A million-to-one shot.
What would you do if your wife caught you leering at your impossibly sexy, devastatingly curvy next-door neighbor and, instead of chastising you, encouraged you to go 'have some fun'?
John Logan has spent the last decade working around the clock to climb the corporate ladder and prove his worth, both to his wife and to himself. No small feat considering she is an heiress to an unimaginable fortune thanks to her captain of industry...

Principal Characters:
Ben - 51. Divorced. Lives alone.
Britney - 32. Divorced. Lives with her two children.
Kate - 45. Married. She lives with her husband and daughter Niah.
Moriah - 35. Married. No children.
Niah - 18. Single. Kate's daughter.
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Ben woke up, stretched, stood in front of his floor to ceiling window, and looked out over the lake behind his house. He could see Moriah and Britney out on the path running and he smiled to himself. The two of them were like clock...

(Writer's disclaimer - all characters are of legal age and all sex is consensual.)
I was playing golf recently with a friend in Alabama on a Saturday. The fees are more expensive on a weekend, but the course isn't as busy and it's easier to get favorable tee times. We were on the 16th hole when the "Beer truck" pulled up to our tee box....

Author's note: Just a quick story that just wanted to be written. It's not long, but I thought it was hot.
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The Assistant
She started working for my company six months ago.
The first time I saw her, my dick leaped in my pants. After the first week, she wore tight shirts showing off her hot cleavage and even tighter skirts that accentuated her perfect bubble ass. At times, I could tell the outline of her thong, and I wanted to touch her, to run my hands over her ass cheeks and give them a squ...

Tuesday was the longest Lena had ever experienced.
Her subordinates felt it: combined with her whirlwind emotions, some junior dumb ass almost lost a big account. They felt her wrath all day. And she saved the worst for that dipshit. First thing when she came in, he got called into her office. The unassuming junior manager decided would swagger in and be charming. He thought he was getting a pat on the back....

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I have always enjoyed being a travelling salesman. I loved meeting new people, Road trips, hotels, my own time and the money wasn't too bad. I sold milkshake machines to road diners. This story happened in the summer of 2005. I had two successful weeks selling 12 machines to 10 diners....

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...

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....

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, ...