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James woke in a similar manner to a regular day, which was to say reluctantly, and with the same attitude as a man being physically dragged from his bed. He immediately checked the clock beside his bed, only to realize he had been out for less than a dozen minutes, which, admittedly, was strange as hell....

This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. All characters are over the age of 18. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental....

I don't know what I expected when Alice suggested we stop by the sex shop on the way back from brunch, but I definitely didn't think it would lead to me being locked up in a cage with her holding the key.
We'd been joking about trying something new for a while--light bondage, spanking, a few toys here and there. But today she seemed... curious. Playful. There was a little sparkle in her eye as we walked into the shop together, hand in hand, the bell above the door jingling like some sleazy version of Chr...

This is my entry to the Literotica Nude Day Story Contest 2025
Michelle befriends her stepsister Isabelle
My editor Ken has done a masterful job editing this story. Thank you, Ken
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I was happy in my small hometown of Kokomo, Indiana. I had just finished 12th grade and graduated, walking across the stage to get my diploma. My high heels made my naturaI wiggle more pronounced. I saw Mr. Saunders gazing up at me. He was my World Religions teacher. He seemed to be trying to look up to see under my...

The sunlight was warm on her bare legs before her eyes even opened. Autumn stretched slowly beneath the sheets, dragging her palm across the cool space beside her--expecting to find warm skin, the solid weight of him, the lazy morning kisses he always started her day with. But he wasn't there.
Her brows pulled together as she blinked into the light. She was wearing one of his old T-shirts, soft and worn, hanging just barely past her thighs. No panties. Her skin still hummed faintly from last night--he'd ...

Note: This is a rewrite to hopefully improve on the originally submitted version.
I'm Brent and I've been married to Diana for fifteen years, and we have a great sex life. I have short blonde hair, blue eyes, and a good build for being forty-three years old.
My wife Diana has shoulder length black, hazel eyes, droopy C-cup tits, and a great build for being forty-one years old....

Dedication
To the Lion who found me. For the way you touched my soul before you ever touched my skin. For your fierce tenderness, your wild gaze, your worshipful hands. For turning my trembling into fire, and my silence into song.
This altar was always yours.
Author's Note
There are stories that whisper their way into existence, and then there are stories that blaze. *The Lion at My Altar* was born from the second kind--a story forged in longing, shaped by surrender, and blessed by the kind of l...

Thanks to M for requesting this story.
Standing in the light of the old street lamp, a summer breeze ruffles Remy's slicked-back hair, pink except for a single grey stripe. The freshly-buzzed sides of their head tingle in the wind, sending a flash of excitement to Remy's core. This evening Remy feels so filled with wild and mischievous energy that they could squeeze it out of their fingertips, like drops of glitter. It is a mood that grew in them all day. Remy arranged their outfit to match the evening's...

Please note that the characters in this story are fictional. "Marnie Schuppner/Scott" aka "the actress" is not a real person and has not appeared in any of the film/movie roles referenced.
Prologue
It started on a Friday in early October, 2024. I was making a rare appearance in my office building in a suburb of St. Paul, Minnesota. Much of the company switched to working from home a few years earlier, but I forced myself to spend a day in the building at the start of each quarter. It was motivation to...

"You two are dismissed. Good work tonight. Take the rest of the weekend off," Alden says to the guards once we land. "You come with me."
He's not asking.
We enter the smaller, but no less grand, second home of Mr. Riege. It's more modern, but just as luxurious. Black and white and metallics replace the warm wood interior of his other house. I follow him to his study....

This is another story from Roz that I wrote in an attempt to break my extended writer's block. Thanks very much to @Bluesea00 for their wonderful feedback.
Doppellust

I must admit, my first impressions of Sigi were not good.
"Hi there. I'm Sieglinde, but please call me Sigi," she said.
I blinked. She was not at all what I expected....

He found it difficult to settle back into work upon his return.
Even once his member returned to normal, there was a bewildering array of processes that he couldn't stop being aware of. The expansion and contraction of his chest, once an imitated habit meant to put humans at ease and now a biological necessity. Blinking, as apparently one's eyes were another body part that needed to remain moist. To say nothing of his first experience of defecation, which had been unpleasant....

Author's note:
This story, as many do, started as a simple idea, but quickly evolved into a lot of other themes as I wrote. I hope you enjoy it and find something in it that turns you on.
"]Alright, you ready to see some booties shaking?"
"Excuse me, this is a classy establishment. We're not here to check out some booties, we're here to appreciate some fine derrieres!"...

Shared Signal: Going IRL


Chapters 1-3


By Vera Monroe



Chapter One
The airport's loud speaker dinging right over my head, I jumped, bit the side of my cheek, 'cause fuck the fuck me, but this was stupid.
I swallowed, gave a little shake of my head at no one other than maybe the little girl who clung to her daddy's shoulder....

The confession that features in this story is told almost exactly as it happened, from a time before my wife and I were married. The beach scene happened soon after. For sure I will be elaborating on the original events... it is, after all, a story for literotica and the main directive has to be to make it erotic. The result is very much a Loving Wives story, so read on if that sounds interesting to you....

My family have lived in the same town, for more generations than anyone can remember. The house in question, is a large three storey, red brick, Victorian house. The middle one of three. It had been a terrace with more houses. The ones either side, had been bombed out during the war. It looked rather incongruous. Three tall houses, now flanked by more modern looking, lower buildings. Even how I came to be here is odd....

Waves crashed against the sands of the beach while sunlight glittered on the open blue and seagulls squealed high overhead. Blake sat on a towel under the shade of an umbrella, reading a comic while Liz had gone swimming. While he was enjoying just sitting back and listening to the waves as he read, he often found his eyes shifting back to her as she swam on the surface and occasionally submerged herself. Between both their busy schedules and Blake often lacking the energy necessary to sate his partner's ap...

Justin is offered a temporary consultant mission to help a large marketing firm lower its environmental impact. It is meant to be a couple of months (bullshit) job and he has no expectation over it... Until Joshua, a former college classmate, suggests he moves into his suburban house for the time of the mission....

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Deep beneath the sands of the desert, a subterranean river flowed through the ground. The water roared inside a tight underground channel, and the stone walls reverberated with the force of its deluge. No sane person would explore such a confined underground cave system, especially after such strong rains, but Georgia Stone wasn't known for her rational tendencies....

Margaritas at the Mall
"I'll have another Mimosa," Sally said, and I noticed her eyes weren't as focused as they had been when lunch started. She'd been innocently flirting with the server - young, maybe 20, maybe just over half our ages - when we made our first orders, but now an hour later his newness had worn off, the food and the drink had taken hold and she was looking vaguely dissatisfied with everything. I sensed our own conversation wasn't holding her attention, either....

.... After a life changing moment, I was placed into witness protection, but things were about to change!
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It was now Saturday morning, excitement was building inside me. It was a mix of nerves and fear all wrapped up in one. So, I started my daily routine as usual, but first, I ran a bath and plopped in a perfumed bath bomb and then soaked in the bath to soften my skin....

Savannah Affair Part 08
A Few Weeks in Savannah After the Harvest
This story is fiction--as any student of the history of the Civil War and the Post-war period will attest. I strongly suggest that you read the first chapters before this one. All characters in this story are over 18. © Copyright, 2025, Brunosden....

Celina had just settled into her desk when the message came through: Greg would like to see you in his office at your earliest convenience.
She didn't think much of it. She'd just returned from a presentation in Montreal that had gone well, and she assumed Greg wanted to debrief.
On the walk to his office, her mind drifted to the weekend. Jo had gone to their usual sex party without her. Normally, they went together - Celina loved watching other people fuck Jo. Loved seeing someone try to make her com...

The next few days had my apartment abuzz with activity.
The downside of my improved business success was an increase in the hours needed to prepare for each meeting, as well as additional travel time. Some of the rituals required assistance from one of Cindy, Rose, or Aubrette, which further cut into the available hours we could collectively devote to our newly adopted criminal endeavors, though Zarina did her best to work double-time to make up the difference....

TW: drowning (no death)
Evening sunlight filtered through the tree cover. The sun's dying rays lit the forest in gold. Wind swayed the great bows, casting gently shifting shadows over the hidden path. A careful eye would pick out the signs; a mark in a tree there, a rock smoothed by the river tucked between two roots here....

Disclaimer:
This story is a work of fiction. It is intended for entertainment purposes only and is not affiliated with, endorsed by, or representative of any real individuals, including the public figures mentioned. Any resemblance to real events, actions, or personalities is purely coincidental. The depictions of real people are entirely fictional and do not reflect their actual behavior, beliefs, or personal lives....

Part III
Young men desperate to work in the cannabis industry are dime a dozen in California and Leo quickly replaced me with a new helper. Leo did not take my leaving well though. He seemed to be dedicated to fucking with me at every event after that.
For some reason that remains unknown to me, Mistress Azule came up with a new policy for after party clean up. Leo was now in charge of approving whether the dungeon was cleaned enough after every party. Parties typically ended at 2am and clean up began...

"Mmmm..."
Lexi rolled over, green eyes fluttering open. She lay in a warm bed, her naked body covered in a heavy fur blanket. She sat up, tossing her red hair and running her hands through it, clearing it from her face. She yawned. Suddenly she froze. Memories were flooding back. Brooke, Nicole, the strange ship. The tentacles....

This is erotic fiction, about a man's dream of how he ended up giving his first of many blowjobs.
My wife, Jane, had heard of a drag bar-cabaret downtown and wanted to see a show. One night, we attended the show and had a few drinks. It was quite different from what we were used to, but we had a good time, and the drinks were cheap and strong....

In college, I met Kathy (Kat) who I thought was the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Light, almost otherworldly blue eyes framed by gorgeous auburn hair and a smile that lit up my universe. We shared a chem lab station in our sophomore year at UC. She was smart - brilliant even - in every class but this one. After the first (nearly catastrophic) lab class, the instructor assigned me to be the person who was in charge of keeping her safe with all the chemicals and flames around us. He promised me a good ...