A Long Awaited Package

A lonely woman enjoys her postman.

Based on a post by LindseyLuv. Listen to the Postman in Connected.

Samantha awoke with a start, the beeping of her alarm clock ringing in her ears. Groggily, she rolled over and hit the snooze button. Five more minutes. Rolling over onto her back, she gazed up at the ceiling, trying to find the motivation to crawl out of bed and get ready for work. Her mind wandered to the day ahead, the meetings, the paperwork, the boredom of sitting in her cubicle waiting for five o'clock to roll around.

Adam & Eve's First Time

Adam and Eve meet and mate in the Garden of Eden

Based on a post by MrJack. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.

Readers: Biblical and historical accounts of Adam and Eve's early relationship are very sketchy. This imprecise information leaves much for the imagination to fill in. This tale is an interpretation of events. To paraphrase an old Simon & Garfunkel song; 'You'll hear words you never heard in the bible'

The Little Girl Scout Leader: Part 2

Hot Chocolate and homemade cookies.

Based on a post by MrJack, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at My First time.

The afternoon and early evening hours dragged on uneventfully. I had bathed (again), and put on a dark wool shirt and faded jeans. While the snow continued falling, I snacked on cookies and absentmindedly tried to watch part of a football game. Flipping off the TV, I tried surfing some porn, but the flavor of mint chocolate cookies drew my thoughts back to the taste of a luscious young Girl Scout Leader's lips and the feeling of a tight pussy enveloping my cock.

The Little Girl Scout Leader: Part 1

Cookies & sweet treats are given to a 'special man'.

Based on a post by MrJack, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at My First time.

Stepping from the shower, on this blustery cold November Saturday morning; I caught a reflection of my masculine nude body in the full-length mirror on the back of my bathroom door. I'd always wished I was taller than my 5 foot 10 inches, but I had no other regrets about the muscular build of my toned 36-year-old body.

 

The Demure Sex-Maniac Wife

When Ed met Elena, he knew she had a few secrets.

Based on posts by Total Turn On. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.

As they say, it was a whirlwind affair.

Marriage happened after just three months. Even our most cynical friends, tossing confetti over us as we left the register office, had to admit we were made for each other.

The only person with any doubts was me.

Not because I doubted our relationship. I knew Elena loved me; and I, her.

I just doubted myself.

Elena was not just out of my league. She wasn't even playing the same game.

Offers I Couldn't Refuse: Part 2

My Wife’s Mob Kin Folk.

Offers I Couldn't Refuse: Part 1.

Ditzy Donna and Ralphie's first Christmas.

Based on a post by Kirk 48 2002, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.

There was a crash in the living room and Paulie Toucan's head popped in the semi open door. "Hey you love birds, where you want the tree?" Three more heads looked around the door. Donna and I scrambled for our clothes.

"Don't get dressed on my account," said the pickpocket.

"Don't you believe in knocking? What broke out there?" I asked, shielding Donna from their gaze as she got decent.

Offers I Couldn't Refuse: Part 1

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Andrew’s Delightful Attributes.

The women in Andrew’s life, are getting frisky.

Based on a post by Meow 5 meow. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Mom catches Andrew Solo.

Eliza woke up to her Saturday morning and rolled over to look at her clock, it said 9am, which was an hour before she usually rose. She knew Andrew would already be up because he was an early riser; like his father had been. So she pulled a robe around herself and headed downstairs quietly. When she entered the kitchen there was no one there, she checked around the house but didn't see him. Still sleepy she let the mystery and worry go and made herself some coffee and a bagel.

My Girlfriend's Neglected Mother: Part 2

I was asked to Fill In For Her Husband?

Based on a post by MaryAnderson. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

A few days later I was at the Hollins' house when Jennie's phone pinged. She opened the message, read it, read it again, pumped her fist and said, "Yes! Whitman scheduled me for an interview, but crap, it's next Friday. Mom, that's your birthday."

Whitman was Jennie's dream college, the one she had no chance of getting into. Still, the assistant director of admissions had been a fraternity brother of Mr. Hollins, not one Mr. Hollins had been close to, but perhaps, maybe. Mr. Hollins was to go with Jennie to the interview, see if he could influence the decision.

My Girlfriend's Neglected Mother: Part 1

Hot Mom, hot daughter, is anyone complaining?

Based on a post by MaryAnderson. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

It's not often you meet a mother who's better looking than her good-looking college-age daughter.

I remember the first time I saw them.

I'd moved to San Diego immediately after graduating from high school. While I wouldn't begin my freshman year until September, I'd found a decent job and I needed the money.

As a side benefit my employer provided membership at a fancy local gym, one I couldn't have afforded. I was doing chest presses when a class got out in an upstairs studio. About two dozen women and a smattering of guys came down the stairs followed by several women talking animatedly to a striking rail-thin brunette. Standing next to her was a younger woman with the same color hair and same impressive build. Both wore skin-hugging leotards identical in style, although differing in color. As the knot of women moved across the room I overheard enough of the conversation to understand the older woman had been leading a pilates class.

Female Husbandry

Sometimes exciting things happen at work, even farm work.

Based on a post by Farmerjill. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

You think Farming is Boring? Maybe Not!

My name is Connor Dixon and I am a beef farmer. I don't think farming is boring, I really like it but I know most people do. When I go to a function from my wife's work it is always the same.

"What do you do?" They ask me.

"I am a farmer." I tell them.

Then it goes one of three ways, there is the joke route which usually ends in something like "where's the beef?" kind of thing. Then there is the inane question route, "do brown cows make brown milk?" Finally there is the change the topic, hope this guy goes away route.

Amazon ‘Fiction’: Part 3

The lost valley - going home.

Based on a post by Farmer Jill, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

We both were exhausted from the fighting. Deianira had a hand on her throat, rubbing it unconsciously. I prayed as I moved, that my balls would stop hurting. The crowd was going wild, this was turning into a great fight.

Then there was a loud bang and crash outside the hall. The Amazon's closest to the windows and doors began to fall to the ground. It seemed like an invisible wave was knocking everyone out. The wave washed over me and I was out like a light.

I awoke in another medical room. It looked like the ones in the other villages. I was in a hospital bed with no restraints. I sat up and took a look around. There was no one else in the room and I couldn't hear anyone else in the rest of the building. I did know however that the Amazons had surveillance measures and there was no doubt in my mind that I was being watched and listened too. I figured that within five minutes of me being noticeably awake I would have company.

Amazon ‘Fiction’: Part 2

Nelson is traded to another tribe.

Based on a post by Farmer Jill, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

When I arrived on the other side of the field, the Amazon just continued on a path into the forest. I followed and the one who had been 10 paces away fell in behind me. We walked until it was dark and then stopped. It was the same routine for us as the trip to the exchange. A ready to eat meal, and then sleep for me and rotating guard duty for them. A ready to eat meal in the morning and then carry on walking. It was nearing sundown when we exited the forest and entered farmland. After the farmland was a village that looked identical to the one I had left. We entered through a guarded opening, and I was led to a carbon copy building of my prison in the last village.

Amazon ‘Fiction’: Part 1

The adventure begins.

Based on a post by Farmer Jill, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

It all started with one woman's desire to prove that Amazons existed. Yes, that's right those legendary female warriors. Her name was Sylvia Riesling, the heiress to the Riesling billions. She was completely obsessed with the Amazons. Sylvia had commissioned a big international conference on the Amazons in Frankfurt Germany.

I, Nelson James, was the keynote speaker.

I am a professor of Anthropology at an Ivy League university. I was nothing special, just another academic in an obscure field toiling away to feed my wife and three sons. My area of interest was the Amazon River basin and the primitive people still living there. Sure, I had heard rumors of Amazon's, but never really was that interested until that blockbuster movie Amazon World came out.

Betting her Ass.

Another look at ‘girls night out.’

Based on a post by Farmer Jill. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

It was the usual thing, Dexter and Mia Johnson were married 19 years, and everyone thinks they have it all together. They met at a 4th of July fireworks. The fireworks were over, and it started to rain. Dexter had a coat and Mia didn't. He lent her his and the rest is history. Two kids came along, Allison and Amy. Two good kids, two good jobs, a nice house in the suburbs. Dexter and Mia were more in love now than when they first married.

The only thing Dexter could complain about was Mia's friends Cynthia and Roxanne. Cynthia or Cyndi (sounds like sin for a reason) was married to Chet, and they had no children. Cyndi was a beautiful woman. She knew it and used it. Cyndi liked to try new things and always talked about the latest concepts. They weren't always new ideas, but they were new to her, and she spoke about them with passion like a true believer. Cyndi's latest was that the three women should start going out one night a month together, the dreaded girls' night out ( or Girls’ Night, for short).

Busted Parents: 2 Stories

“Do as we say, not as we did.”

Based on a post by yellowjacket66. Listen to the Podcast at my First Time.

Her Parents Caught Us Naked

But Haley and I discovered their shameful secrets.

"I'll rip your fucking dick off; and stuff it down your fucking throat, if you knock-up my daughter." It was Mr. Boyd Summers, the father of my girlfriend Haley. He was very angry.

Haley and I, both 18, having recently graduated from high school were sitting in her parents' kitchen listening to the diatribe from Haley's father.

Haley spoke up, "Daddy, we're not doing anything like that. Please don't say things like that."

Babysitting Perks

A Snowstorm leaves the sitter stuck at her client's house.

Based on a post by lily ann. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

I spent most nights of my senior year in high school babysitting. It was my parent's fault, really. Apparently having a real job would affect my grades too much, so I was stuck earning my money by spending my nights in various houses, feeding Kraft Dinner and hot dogs to hyper-active kids while their parents took a night off.

Joey Visits An Overheated Milf

On Nude Day, MILF scores her neighbor boy’s cock.

Based on a post by silkstockingslover. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

"It's so fucking hot in here," Sarah Waterton sighed. It was a Friday afternoon in the middle of July, her air conditioning wasn't working, it was a hundred degrees outside, and it didn't feel much cooler than that inside her house; perhaps even hotter; even with all the windows wide open. She was glad her period ended last night. She was about to invite herself over to Carol’s backyard pool.

Lost At Christmas: Part 2

A vulnerable confrontation with an old crush.

Based on a post by Tx Tall Tales, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at My First time.

Christmas

What had started out with the potential for so much disappointment, my first Christmas away from home, was actually quite wonderful. The family embraced me and treated me as one of their own. Dinner was scrumptious, a Christmas ham, with the full complement of side dishes. After dinner we chatted, drank a little too much spiked eggnog, and told stories of the last few years.

Lost At Christmas: Part 1

His First Christmas away from home, & His best gift ever.

Based on a post by Tx Tall Tales, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at My First time.

After my first semester in College, I was eager to go home for the holidays. I was going to school in Rochester, New York, and anybody who'd experienced the lake-effect winters on the Great Lakes would understand my desire to get to somewhere warmer.

For me, that somewhere warmer was a long ways away. As a military brat, home was often a moving target, and that winter it was Santiago, Chile, where my father was stationed and where I'd graduated high-school. It was summer in Santiago, and I was looking forward to a pool-party with my old school mates for the Holidays.

12 Bawdy Christmas Poems

Tonight we’re presenting some of our most beloved, humorous, and explicit poems about Christmas night intimacy. All are spoofs of the most classic Christmas poem of all time.

Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

The Black Knight Before Christmas.

by  The Mad Splatter, recited by Sonia.

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse;
My panties were hung on the bedpost with care,
As my fingers parted my soft pussy hair.

Twas a Perv Christmas.

Christmas eve with your favorite, kinky, perverted family. (2 poems)

Based on a post by Sancho Hardbottle. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Twas the night before Christmas,
and all through the dwelling.

Not a creature was stirring,
'cept my cock, which was swelling;

From walls hung portraits,
setting the mood,

Above the mantel hung Grandma,
She posed fullly nude;

Down the hall, on her bed,
Coed stepsister did sit,

A vibrating dildo,
rubbed on her hard clit;

Stepmom in panties,
and I in the nude.

Hospitality For Santa

A gullible girl finds a Christmas Night Visitor.

Based on a post by tomthumper. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

It was the night before Christmas when Betty Boots was awakened from her wet dream of big dripping candy canes; by a thump, and then a clunk from her apartment's living room. Her big blue eyes popped open as she listened to a rustling, then a man's voice; cursing?

Excited, Betty slipped out of bed and crept towards the living room, the cool night air raising goose bumps all over her voluptuous body. The red frilly negligee she wore was frightfully thin, but Betty didn't mind the cold. She was convinced she was going to catch Santa Claus!

Elf on a Shelf: Part 3

It's hard to punish a girl as good as Honey, but he'll try.

Based on a post by LingeringAfterthought, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

In the second week of February, Honey Lane sat on a tall stool in the corner next to Zach's kitchen counter, sulking as she watched him walk slowly around the table at which sat a girl and two boys between the ages of 7 and 10. The dour silence of the spacious industrial loft suggested more that the children were completing a college entrance exam with a severe proctor, rather than completing Valentines to be distributed in class the following Monday.

Elf on a Shelf: Part 2

Life in hob-along mode.

Based on a post by LingeringAfterthought, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

When she woke the next morning, Zach was standing next to the bed with a pain pill and a glass of water. "Terry's gonna be here in about half an hour. I could make you some breakfast?" he said, putting the pill and the water into her hand.

Honey shook her head, feeling the weight of the world on her shoulders. "I'd; I'd like to take a shower before I go; if that's okay," she asked.

Elf on a Shelf: Part 1

Her stalker wasn't who she thought he was;

Based on a post by LingeringAfterthought, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Honey smiled at the long line of children waiting to see Santa, flipping her phone from Google Translate back to see the information of the next little girl in line, who was looking up at her somberly with large liquid brown eyes. In her small face was a familiar mixture of fear and hope. Wonder; it was wonder in her eyes, Honey thought. Unlike the tired and jaded adults, dutifully shifting their weight from foot to foot, holding overstuffed shopping bags and all the coats of their kids as they distracted themselves on their phones, the children got more and more excited as they drew near the man in the furry red suit with white trim. Honey loved working with the children; because like them, she sometimes could still see the magic.

Michigan Weather and Women: Part 4

Finding real love, at last.

Based on a post by CleverGenericName, in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.

Driving home the next day felt like waking up from some kind of dream until I pulled into our driveway and Munchkin came running out to greet me. As I was getting out to reassure him that he hadn't been abandoned, the reality of my life settled right back in. I went inside, and Lane and Mary grunted their hellos without looking up.

Michigan Weather and Women: Part 3

How did we ever get here?

Based on a post by CleverGenericName, in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.

"When I was fourteen, Mr. Johnson introduced me to a friend of his, Henry White, who was a master plumber. Henry was a high-functioning alcoholic whose temper had driven away all his old apprentices and journeymen. Luckily, I was always big for my age, and Mr. Johnson assured Henry that I was seventeen, turning eighteen in the next few months, so he took me on with the promise to make me an apprentice as soon as I was old enough. By the time that Henry learned my actual age, he had come to rely on me so much that he kept me on."

Michigan Weather and Women: Part 2

Dancing, and other forms of sentimentality.

Based on a post by CleverGenericName, in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.

 As we finished the prep work, I asked Wilma about her day with Mary.

"She is a good kid but is carrying a lot of anger and shame. We spent most of the day getting in touch with that anger. It takes some people years before they can express their emotions through art; it took her about five minutes. But we had to take some breaks to clean up the paint splatters afterward before they stained."

Michigan Weather and Women: Part 1

Love, bastards, and what we leave behind.

Based on a post by CleverGenericName, in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.

The Plumber, The Painter, and the Wind off the Lake

Prologue

I have never been much for following instructions or doing what I'm told.

In eighth grade, we were assigned to make a volcano in science class. I figured that if the eruption looked good with a couple of tablespoons of baking soda, then it would look even better with the whole container! And what better place for a natural disaster than the teacher's desk at the front of the class. I was right; the whole container of baking soda produced an impressive explosion. What I didn't count on, however, was it producing a week-long suspension from school and a beating from my mother.