Based on a post by Ostrich Mack. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Isabella Cobelli admired her reflection in the mirror. As you could guess from the name, Isabella had Italian roots.
Her father emigrated from Italy in the eighties and met and married Isabella's English mother.
Isabella was an only child and after her father passed away suddenly when she was 14, she became very close to her mum.
Servicing Clients.
Based on a post by Ostrich Mack. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Lydia Carlson was a businesswoman and operated at senior level for the travel agency which bore the family name. The firm had been founded by her grandfather 50 years earlier and had grown to be one of the most prestigious in Europe.
Lydia didn't get to her position because of her family ties, as there was a serious work ethic in the family. If you wanted success, you had to earn it. Lydia had studied at university and had worked in other travel agencies to gain experience before moving back to the family nest. Now she was head of procurement, traveling throughout Europe to contract hotels for her company.
Based on a post by Ostrich Mack. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.
It was 11 o clock on a Wednesday when Peter got the WhatsApp.
A photo of a thong, pushed slightly to the side to reveal a neatly trimmed cunt, and the text.
"We need a real cock."
Peter laughed. "Jeez Lucy, you don't mince your words." He replied.
"Come quickly, but don't cum quickly. Mark is away and your service is needed."
"Pun intended with a smiley face."
Based on a post by Ostrich Mack. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.
I was bored.
My wife was at daycare which she attended every weekday since she became paralyzed in a car accident. We still loved each other and would never do anything to hurt each other emotionally.
Sex was physically impossible, and we had discussed my partnering with other women now and then to satisfy my urges. I had her blessing, as long as I didn't fall in love.
Based on a post by Ostrich Mack. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.
It was a typical evening activity for the school year. The sixth-year kids would perform their End of year play before graduation to high school.
Having already seen two of our own kids perform before their excited parents, in past years, I knew how the evening normally went. I could never have expected that the entertainment would take the turn that it did and change my life forever in a positive way.
I’m Peter Talbot. I’ve been married for twenty years, we had been through a lot together, but a few years earlier my wife had gone through a serious car accident which left her paralyzed and completely dependent. Sex was out of the question and the result was 3 years of forced celibacy.
By Fugman. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
My longtime girlfriend, Paige and I have been together for a little over a year and a half. We have had a very strong relationship for a while, passionate, caring, and unbreakable.
When we were looking for something to do on a Saturday night in May, she suggested we just stay at home and do a game night. To be honest, it didn't sound exciting, but I went along with it because it is what she wanted to do, and it really was her choice as the last time I chose what we did. "Sounds great baby, let's do it!"
Based on the post of MsCherylTerra, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time.
I completely forgot that I was just in my panties, otherwise I probably wouldn't have sandwiched myself between the seats again as I lunged for the keys. It didn't even cross my mind until I turned the ignition unsuccessfully twice and swore.
"We drained the battery," I groaned. "Shit. My mom's going to be a nightmare about this."
"Uh-huh," came the somewhat-distracted response from behind me, and that's when I realized my ass was basically in Ashton's face.
Based on the post of MsCherylTerra, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time.
At no point in the history of time or space would I have thought I'd end up geeking out over The Circlet of Nianus with Ashton Halliday. I mean, at no point would I have ever thought I'd end up sitting in the backseat of my car, chatting excitedly about games we'd recently played and upcoming ones we were looking forward to. There was no reason for me to think we'd get into a heated debate about which Final Fantasy was best, or that he'd have bad enough taste to claim that Final Fantasy VII was better than Final Fantasy VI.
Based on the post of MsCherylTerra, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time.
Player one is me, Ramona Roth. I’m nineteen, blue hair, pierce eyebrow, former president of the student council, virgin.
War is hell, they say, but I say they're wrong.
Hell is insanity, and insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.
Hell is false hopes and flagrant disappointment.
Hell is knowing that the squabbling of Ilyra, the princess from the far-off planet of Nianus, and Jostok, the snarky-but-pleasantly-ripped humanoid alien soldier from Quighnan, would attract the attention of Izzon's monstrous space beast.
Based on a post by m storyman x, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
I sat on the sofa staring out the back window and across the yard, wondering what they were talking about. A few minutes turned into half an hour, which turned into almost an hour. My curiosity finally got the best of me and I snuck down the hall as quietly as I could. I stopped at the door and listened, hoping to hear their conversation. But conversation was not what I heard. What I heard was soft gentle moaning. Two different sounds of moaning.
Based on a post by m storyman x, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
I could hear Nancy, my wife, clinking the dishes in the kitchen as she unloaded the dishwasher. It was Christmas eve morning, and she was up and about before six. That meant only one thing as far as I was concerned, no Christmas sex this year, again. Not with the kids showing up this afternoon. I've found myself thinking back to the early years a lot more lately. You'd think that in my sixties, sex wouldn't be a big deal anymore, but instead it seemed like my tolerance for her lack of desire or output was lower instead of better.