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I woke up before the sun, the room still cloaked in that grey, pre-dawn quiet that never lasts long in this house. My phone buzzed with the alarm I set the night before -- 4:45 a. m., brutal but necessary. Our flight was at nine, and I knew how this circus usually went. If I didn't start moving early, my husband and daughter wouldn't....

Queen Mother
It was a week after her son's 18th birthday that he was crowned King. And it was a week after that that she first heard the knock of his footman at her door. As Queen Mother, Elizabeth had the second largest suite of apartments but it was still diminutive compared to the Royal Chambers where she'd lived for almost twenty years. Still, the rooms were big enough for her needs as a single woman and her two maids were able to focus more on her and not the cleaning of her room....

I was in the parking lot behind the office, unhooking the trailer, when my phone went off. I tapped the Bluetooth earpiece. "Harris Trucking, how may I help you?"
"My driver just walked out on me, and I have to get this truck back to my studio."
I hadn't heard from my mother in over two months. She's a sculptor, and a successful one, whose creations adorn the public squares of over ten cities and twelve entertainment venues. She lives in seclusion two states away, in the northern plains, to inspire he...

All parties involved are over 18 years of age.
This story involves incest cheating, and voyeurism. If none of that appeals to you, please move on.
If it does, enjoy...
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After sitting in his car for 15 minutes, JJ made his way back to his parent's house. Upon entering he quietly looked for his mom. Then he heard her. It was very faint, but no doubt it was his mom....

When my fiancee Kendra introduced me to her stepmother Valarie for the first time I could tell right away that they were very close but I never would have imagined that they were as close as they really were.
Her dad and stepmother live in a gated community and have a nice pool in their backyard. We would go over all the time on the weekend and hang out by the pool and drink beer. If we had too much to drink we always had a place to stay....

I sat in the car, reading through one of the comics I had been curious to check out recently. I had wanted to read it with Hazel, but she was sleeping soundly next to me. It was a little difficult to read through a comic on my phone with only one hand, but I was managing to make it work because there was no way I was going to stop holding Hazel's hand. I was a little sad she'd chosen to sleep on our mom instead of me, but also glad that it meant I was able to move around relatively freely without as much wo...

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With Dad still standing there, falling back on the wall, and still holding his big cock in his hand. Zoe grinding out of the last of our orgasm, and before I can gather my mind enough to respond. My dad pulled himself from the wall and headed to his room.
That was three days ago now. No one has mentioned anything, and the sexual tension is killing me. I've anticipated with great desire the last two nights to carry on my newfound attraction to Zoe, but it's like nothing happened....

Kelly and I walked back to the house, pits in our stomachs, both on the verge of throwing up. What was waiting for us in that house? Who was watching us from Kelly's room window? Was it really someone watching? Or was it just the A/C unit blowing the curtain? I'd never seen our A/C do that to my curtains before, but maybe there was a vent right under Kelly's window that I never saw before? And even if it was just the A/C, how quickly would the Michaelsons send a text to mom and dad letting them know what wa...

An older story of mine, now published for Literotica. Enjoy!
All characters are over 18 years old and are purely fictional.
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"Jan, come on, hurry up, we want to go right away" I hear my mother's voice.
"Yes, I'm on my way" I say, slightly annoyed, and put on some loose shorts....

For weeks, Abby couldn't get cock off her mind. The brain space that was once dominated by ambition and laser-like focus on academic perfection was now under the slow siege of awareness that every boy in every class, every male teacher, even the old, ugly janitor had a dick in his pants. Curiosity consumed her. Who was uncircumcised? Who had a tiny penis? A fat one? A skinny one? What did they all smell and taste like? Most enticingly--was anyone as big as Dan?...

Darlene was 25 years old a five foot four tall bundle of energy. Her shoulder length straight blond hair framed her face in such a manner that she oozed sexy, not slut sexy just sexy, her deep brown eyes, with her smile that could make you feel like you had won the lottery. Her breasts were on the smaller side, however her legs and ass more that made up for any deficiencies....

# Author's Note
Thank you for your wonderful feedback! My sincere apologies for the delay in continuing this story. The creative process sometimes faces unexpected hurdles, and I appreciate your patience as I navigate them.
Singapore provides an exquisite backdrop for this narrative. The city's juxtaposition of ultramodern architecture against traditional neighborhoods, abundant greenery within a bustling metropolis, and the sensual atmosphere created by the tropical climate all enrich the setting for...

This is a story of fiction. All relevant characters are 18+. Enjoy.
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February 10th.
4 days.
4 fucking days until I was going to make 18 months with Rachel, permanent. Little did I know that a series of events and one thing she "conveniently" never told me, would destroy everything....

All people having sexual activity in this story are over eighteen.
Mum looked gorgeous in her new silk kimono; I took her in my arms, and she pulled me against her; she felt so good as I felt her crotch push firmly against my stiffening cock. As I fondled her massive left breast, I whispered, "Babs, you have given me a lovely erection; let's go to bed now, as I think you want me as much as I want you."...

Welcome to a brand new spanking and wanking series! Based on a couple comments and emails I've received, I started work on this new series, with a new cast of characters. Hope you enjoy.
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Disclaimer: Due to an apparent inability to read or comprehend for some of you, this story has massive tits. massive cocks and loads of filthy language, hardcore sex and incest. You have been warned....

Ten years ago, give or take a couple days, I published my first story on Lit, Dirty Naked Poker. I don't know exactly what I expected, but it definitely wasn't a decade of this. All I can say is that I'm overwhelmed, humbled, and truly honored by the responses my stories have received here. I hope I can continue to live up to those expectations for another decade or two....

My name is Emerald Watkins. My friends call me Emmy and have done since I was a girl. That was a long time ago. I'm now 64 years old and live alone since I divorced my useless husband over 15 years ago. I had done well out of the divorce and was living very comfortably, so I had no need for a man to be living with me on a full-time basis. I like being on my own, it gives me time and space to enjoy my secret life. You see, I just love sex. Over the years, I've experimented with all kinds of sex. You name it ...

Lisa had been divorced for three years when she turned 45. She had a son who had just turned 18. She also had an older daughter who had recently moved back in after a falling out with her fiancé. Their four-year relationship had ended abruptly, and since then, the girl had been miserable. Lisa believed her daughter needed to find a job and move in with a roommate, but instead, the twenty-three year old girl remained stuck in her comfort zone--unemployed, withdrawn, and still arguing regularly with her young...

Introduction
The seaplane arrives at a luxurious but remote tropical island resort water dock on a small Pacific island around 9:40 am.
Mr. Roarke and his assistant, Tattoo, are at the top of the ramp that leads down to the gangway that connects the dock to the shore. Mr. Roarke shouts to his staff, "Smiles, everyone! Smiles!"...

The Folly of Fuck-ups
The next morning Jake was driven by Maxis to the Base with Walsh and Atlas in the back seats. When they drove up to the gate, the security there questioned Jake about them, "Sir, I do not recognize these two gentlemen and I need to see their identifications, please."
Maxis spoke up, "Corporal, we do not have identification cards, we have serial numbers."...

This is is a story of fiction. All characters of relevance are 18+. Please enjoy.
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"Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!"
Early Sunday morning, the sounds of the bedsprings lightly creaking with an occasional thumping of the headboard against the wall has now become "part and parcel" in the Jennings household. As the sunlight began its' journey of breaking through the darkness that had consumed the sky, the moans and grunts floated throughout the bedroom....

All participants represented in this work are wholly fictional, and over the age of eighteen. This work required no small amount of editing from the original I published to my patrons, so I'd like to thank my lovely alpha readers for assisting me in getting it where it needed to go for wider publication....

This is a work of fiction created by the author
All caricatures involved in sexual acts are over the age of 18.
My name is Jessica Brighton, the youngest daughter in the Brighton family. My father, George Brighton, is one of the most successful businessmen in our town. He built his fortune primarily in real estate, but he also owns sprawling farms outside the city. His ambition is unmatched, and his reputation precedes him wherever he goes....

Author's note: This is the fifth chapter in the story of Rebecca and her father John, in which Rebecca and Janie have a sleepover, and she crosses another line with her dad.
I strongly recommend reading the first four chapters before this.
The warning still applies that this story is very heavy on daddy-daughter and female orgasm denial stuff, and that it's a slow burn with heavy romance elements. This time, there's some consensual clit torture in there too (there was a tiny bit of that in the last ch...

Lana hustled through the quad, eager to surprise her boyfriend for his birthday. She and Chad had been dating for a little over a year, but lived on opposite sides of the campus. Sadly, this suddenly seemed to be a bigger rift than in the past, with Lana sensing the two drifting apart a bit these past few weeks. Determined to get things back on the right track before going home for semester break, Lana picked up some celebratory snacks and treats for his birthday, eager for some alone time as Chad's roommat...

Chapter One
Maggie hated herself at that moment. So much so that in her thoughts, when she cursed herself, she called herself by her given name of 'Margaret' instead of what she insisted everyone else calls her, Maggie. She lay there with tears swelling in her eyes, but refused to allow one teardrop to fall down her cheek....

(Incest with an anal fetish, just so you know.) All characters are 18 or over.
Love in the Time of COVID - Part 1 - Out of the City and Into the Hot Tub
Sydney, 2020
There was Sarah was at the school gates, beautiful and blonde in her short green skirt and white blouse. Her mother was in the passenger seat, her older sister in the back....

My wife, Alex, and I had never been what would would call particularly well off. We weren't destitute by any means, but we certainly weren't living in the lap of luxury. We had a modest sized, if fairly overpriced, apartment, working mundane office jobs to pay the bills. But despite that, we were happy....

No person in this story is less than eighteen years of age.
This is the second part of my village life.
I would love to know your views on the events that follow and request all my readers to spare a few minutes and write whatever they felt after reading all my stories, if possible.
What I am writing now, other than my own experiences, are the experiences of my cousin, written as told to me in Bengali, more than 20 years ago and can have discrepancies from what he exactly mentioned then, lost in tr...