By Big galute. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.
"Davy if I could, I would marry you at this very moment."
"Don't mock me."
"I'm not, I'm serious."
I didn't answer, finally realizing that I was stuck on a boat in the middle of the ocean with an insane woman.
My wife and I decided we were going to do something to spice things up in the bedroom. We decided to start writing down our fantasies that we haven't experienced yet, and let the other read them. So far, some of the fantasies aren't easy to fulfill without some planning, but we enjoyed the thoughts, the conversations and the steaminess that the letters brought to our conversations, and even just talking about it, has things getting hotter in the bedroom. Some were easier to fulfill and we've brought some of them to a hot reality. This is an open letter to my wife about one of my unrealized fantasy.
[[MORE]]For the longest time I have had this fantasy, it keeps entering my mind and I so much want for it to happen. It's one of those incredible fantasies that I've had in my mind forever, but I have not experienced it yet.
I wake up early and as usual, I'm already standing tall and hard. I try to deny the urge, but my hand is constantly finding its way to my hardness for a stroke or two. I look over to you and I hear your light snore, and I see your face, eyes closed and I decided to play.
I'm getting warmer as my hand pumps up and down and I have to push the blanket off of me. The fan cools my skin quickly but the heat building up below is working against me. I tease the ridge going around the head of my erection and imagine that it is your tongue, your warm mouth teasing me, pleasing me.
I push my underwear down and expose myself completely to the cool air in the room. My hand slowly working up and down my shaft, finger sliding in the wetness that is forming on the very tip of me. The more I play, the harder I get, the longer I get. I tickle my testicles as my other hand strokes my shaft, oh how I wish you would take over. I close my eyes as I continue torturing myself, stroking slowly up and down, building up the pressure.
My hands feel good, but I really want yours to be on me, teasing, tormenting and carrying me closer to climax. With thoughts in my head of you, my hands working on my tool, I'm getting there. My eyes closed tightly as I'm enjoying my imagination of you taking over my entire body.
Suddenly I feel your mouth wrap around the end of my tool, your warm mouth surrounding me as you slowly engulf my erection. I opened my eyes and connected with you as you licked and took my entire length down your throat.
My eyes closed again as my head fell back and I enjoyed thoroughly your special treatment. I've always loved your mouth and what you do to me, and you were working me expertly as usual. The more you worked, the closer I was getting to finishing, and I had other plans.
I pushed you away from my erection and rolled you over onto your back. I kissed you deeply before my lips travelled down to your neck. I pulled your tank top down to expose your nipples and I swirled my tongue around each one leaving them wet with my saliva. I blew gently on each nipple to dry them, and each one of them became hard and stood straight up. I pinched them each and moved further down your body.
I grabbed your thighs and moved them open, I pushed your panties to the side and stroked your opening with my finger, you are already wet. I slid my finger up and down, coating my finger and making your breathing more shallow.
I placed my finger at your entrance as my mouth came in contact with your clit. I slid my finger inside as my mouth surrounded you and gently sucked, getting a soft moan out of you. I sucked harder as my fingers slid in and out of your wetness. By the time I slid my fingers out of you they were soaked in your excitement.
I have always loved the taste of you, and I wanted more, I moved my tongue around and then down into your wetness. My finger and tongue exchanged places as my tongue darted inside, my fingers stroked your button. Teasing it, swirling around as my tongue forced inside as deep as I could reach. You moaned again, which tells me that you enjoy what I am doing to you.
I pulled my head back and just teased you with my fingers, watching you squirm and push your privates into my hand was fun to watch. I slid my hand out of you, looked at the wetness between your legs and slapped you right on your opening and your clit. The sound echoed throughout the room as I watched you inhale sharply. Again, "Slap" and I watch you again gasp for breath. I lifted my hand and saw the outline of my hand in pink as I came down again and again.
Your moans and shortness of breath told me that no matter how much you protest, you love the effect it has on you. One more time, and you grab me by my arm, pulling me up to you.
"Just do me already, enough foreplay, I want you inside of me right now." You said with urgency as you reached down to guide me inside. My erection slid between your lips and slowly slid deeper inside. The look of satisfaction on your face was incredible, but nothing compared to your eyes once I was fully inside of you. The passion, the desire, the lust that your eyes showed me as I lay there deep inside of you.
I was enjoying the feeling of being buried so deep, but I had to start moving. I slid back and forth with my hips, grinding inside before I moved back, almost removing myself. I could feel your lips closing as my rod slowly withdrew, then I pushed forward roughly and opened your lips right back up.
I held inside again, moving back and forth, grinding inside until I moved back, nearly exiting you again. Your lips did not want to let go of me this time and you grabbed me by the hips, pulling me back inside deep. You pushed me off if you, and on to my back, looks like you are taking control. I lay on my back, erection pointing at the ceiling, and you turn around and face the doorway. Sliding down onto my pole, your opening accepting my entire length inside of you.
You move your hips back and forth and I feel the head of my tool stroking your insides. But I was not prepared for you leaning forward, and grinding tightly against me. I hit areas inside of you that I never knew before and you moaned your obvious approval. When your ass lifted and I watched you drop onto me again and again, it was intoxicating as your moans echoed through the room.
I grabbed a hold of your ass cheeks as they rose up and down, my tool driving deeper and deeper inside of your wanton cavern of flesh. I slapped your ass and you moaned. Louder and louder as you thrust me inside, you start to move faster and I knew you were loving ever second, every inch of me hitting everywhere inside.
A couple of spankings later and you moaned loudly, I knew you were almost there, the edge of the cliff, and I needed to do something to finish you off. My finger nudged your ass hole and you started bouncing and moaning. You said loudly, "I'm going to come!" As you hit your orgasm, I knew it would not be too much longer for me as I felt your hands stroking my testicles.
You massaged them, lightly squeezing them as you continued to move up and down on my rod, but a few moments, a few strokes later, your hand grabbed my testicles tightly, "come inside me, Now!"
As your fingers gripped, my eruption shot straight inside of you, fulfilling your demand. Your hands played with my testicles as you sat down completely on me, you played and played until they were empty and you were full of my seed. You sat there, my tool buried deep inside until I started to soften.
You moved your hips back and forth, muscles gripping me tightly, until you slid up and off of me. My tool slipped out and you were dripping from our mixture of excited juices. My softening tool still leaking onto my belly as you left the room to clean up.
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By Big galute. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.
We had been at sea for ten days when the storm hit, our splendid vessel battered and broken into no more than firewood, all the passengers and crew seemingly lost.
I came to, my legs dangling in the water and my arms and upper body atop some flotsam timbers. The sea around me was calm, with small pieces of wreckage everywhere. I tried to look around, the throbbing pain in my head and the low morning sun making it hard to focus; no one to be seen, just me.
By Fugman. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.
My wife and I have been friends with Janet and Steve for quite some time, we have toyed with the idea of bringing them into our sexcapades but we always got nervous and changed our minds. I never dreamed of what was to happen one weekend, My wife ‘s best friend Janet took my wife Jess aside and confided that she wants to get more wild for Steve sexually, so she decided that she wanted us to get involved. Jess told them that we have wanted to introduce them into our sex lives, but we were nervous that things would ruin our friendship.
By Nyissa. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.
She sat nervously in the waiting room of the new masseuse in town. Sarah had her own massage lady, but she had to unexpectedly cancel their standing weekly appointment. Normally Sarah would wait till the following week, but these last few days back at work had been increasingly stressful and her body ached with the tension. Sarah decided to give this new spa a desperate try, before her condition got any worse.
By Dansilver. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
He wondered how he had got here. What had led him from fostering a fantasy which he had no inclination was ever going to come to fruition, to the pleasure filled evening which had, in Lori's estimation, only just begun.
Part of him could not wait to take things further. To plumb the hidden depths of Lori's sexuality. He was already intoxicated by her wantonness, by the dirty side to this pristine well ordered woman who he had enjoyed getting to know at their tennis classes over the weeks.
Girl was cheated on, has sex with man after build-up at the party.
part 2, by Buckingbronco33. listen to the ► podcast at Steamy Stories.
Gus grabbed my hand and pulled me quickly through the crowd and out of the door. I waved to Chloe on the way out and she shot me a wink. When we hit the night air, Gus turned back to me and brought me quickly into him, grabbing my face with his free hand and kissing me deeply. He stepped forward and pressed my back against the apartment wall forcefully. He moaned slightly into my mouth and squeezed me tighter up against him, while his tongue played with mine. As he pulled away, his teeth grazed my bottom limp and I became almost too weak to stand. He pulled my arm over his shoulder, wrapped his around my waist, and headed towards my apartment.
By Dansilver. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
He had enough experience to know that people’s good intentions never amounted to much more than that. But he also knew that he had to do something.
2021 had been truly awful - not just because of Covid restrictions and plans getting continually cancelled but because in November, Jenny, his wife of 26 years had finally succumbed to cancer.
At least he had been able to bury her, something which wouldn’t have even been several months previously.
But late fall and early winter seemed like one inexorable descent into an emotional void from which he feared he would never escape.
by Buckingbronco33. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.
“Not even close, dude. Remind me why I am doing this again? I just want to stay in tonight and watch Desperate Housewives.” I called back, while I sat on the edge of the bathtub, flipped through a magazine, and avoided getting ready. Chloe barreled in, unhappy with my response.
“Jane, buck up! Archie was a dick and you didn’t deserve the way that he treated you, but it has been two months! It is time to get back out there and start experiencing life again. You can’t hide in this apartment forever,” she said as she moved my legs to sit beside me on the bathtub. I stuck my tongue out at her and continued flipping through the magazine.
By spr1987 for Literotica. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
“Oh my God… it feels so hot in my hand… and how can it be this hard and this soft feeling at the same time?”
These are the thoughts racing through my mind, as I feel a real live cock in my hands for the first time. I know what you are thinking, “You are 19 years old Annie, and you are pretty hot looking… so how can this be the first time you have had a cock in your hands?”
By nutmegman - Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.
In 1981, I was a good Jewish lad, living in a little town in Western Massachusetts. I was still in high school and had just turned 19 in my senior year.
I was very, very shy while growing up. I didn’t really expand my friends much in high school. I was super quiet and extremely shy. I barely spoke to any girls, except for Carrie. She was in my Temple USY (Jewish religious youth group) and a little younger than me at 18.
Carrie helped me overcome my shyness with her when we were very little, so that we remained close friends and spoke almost daily on the phone throughout our teen years.
by Fugman for Fugman’s Sexy Stories - listen to the podcast at Steamy Stories
My wife and I decided we were going to do something to spice things up in the bedroom. We decided to start writing down our fantasies that we haven’t experienced yet, and let the other read them. So far, some of the fantasies aren’t easy to fulfill without some planning, but we enjoyed the thoughts, the conversations and the steaminess that the letters brought to our conversations, and even just talking about it, has things getting hotter in the bedroom.
Changing Perspective
by r a wallace. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Chapter 9:
Wendy
I was lost in my thoughts as I waited on the park bench. Despite all that had happened here I found the park offered me a glimpse of what could be- parents with children, people walking dogs, laughter, and couples holding hands. When I saw Robb approach I felt the weight of the world come off my shoulders. His off-beat question made me laugh, it was the perfect introduction.
“This may be your lucky day, Sir. It just so happens I require coffee frequently, though if anything, I’m addicted to weird men. Weird mind you, not strange.”
“That does seem peculiar, weird, rather than strange. I’m not sure I know the difference.”
by Eeveelynn. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
“Baths ready.” I heard echo out of the bathroom.
“Thankyou.” I mumbled, getting up from the bed, slower this time.
The bath was aromatic, full of bubbles and looked so peaceful. I leaned against the door frame closing my eyes.
“Cat, are you going to be ok in there?” He questioned softly.
“I’m fine!” I snapped back to reality. I was aware of my stubborn determination to be self sufficient, especially after having panic attack.
by ClochardCeleste, listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
I pointed to the long, squat building adjacent to the gas station, its drive-in conveyorized tunnel car wash. I’d done a little recon on it, knew how it ran, knew all the levels of service it provided, and knew exactly how long the Ultimate Supreme Wash Plus service lasted.
Untangling Messed Up Lives.
By R A Wallace. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Chapter 6: Second Thoughts
Wendy
We talked for almost an hour and I found myself laughing at his lame jokes. Though he did a pretty good job at laughing at mine too. After we hung up I felt wonderful. He had laughed at my favorite lawyer joke: How many lawyers does it take to shingle a roof? He had made a few guesses, and when I gave him the punch line: It depends on how thin you slice them. He laughed, then continued to chuckle as we talked. I felt so good knowing I had entertained him. It was the most fun I’d had in a long time.
“Well, you look like you’re in a good mood, Clara grinned as I walked out into the living room and sat down. Who was that you were talking to?”
by Fugman’s, Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
In the center of the room there is a big desk with an audio board and a microphone where I sit and do my show. On the other side a couple more microphones and chairs for the morning show. I sat behind this huge desk and Stacy sat behind me for the most part, she was my helper. She would help me get the music for my show.
A chance at a new life.
by r a wallace. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Wendy
I woke the next morning lying beside a man who wasn’t my husband and felt good about it. I didn’t feel a bit of guilt as I looked at him. I’d done two, one-night stands in my life and wasn’t excited with what I found next to me in the morning. One of the reasons I had sworn off drinking before meeting my husband. The amazing part was, I didn’t feel a bit horny at the moment and wondered if that was going to be a problem–would he want more from me now?
A failing marriage, a caring man, and a new life.
by r a wallace. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Chapter 1: Intervention - Wendy Meets Robb.
Wendy
I sat sullen, depressed, on the park bench in the early evening watching a man playing catch with a boy, probably his son. I was fingering the pistol inside my shoulder bag, my finger on the trigger. I closed my eyes to start the silent count one…two…
Wham! I was startled, my fingers closed reflexively in response, including the finger on the trigger. I heard a loud bang inside my shoulder bag. I looked down and saw the bullet hole just above the brown leather bottom. I pulled my hand out of the bag and found it was trembling, my heart pounding in my ears.
In 3 parts, by m storyman x. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
I heard the tent zipper unzip. I twisted around enough to see a blonde head tossing something into the tent and then disappear again. I pulled from Tina and looked at the floor, my sheets and duffel laying in the tent along with what looked like a night shirt. "This must be for you," I said, reaching for the shirt and handing it Tina.
In 3 parts, by m storyman x. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
After an impromptu ‘lapdance’ of sorts at my campsite, Neighboring camper, Naomi; spontaneously impaled herself on my cock while in the throes of a massive orgasm. Then she dared me to walk buck naked with her for the couple hundred yards along the curving road of the K O A campground, toward the women’s' shower house. The pool’s distant yard light was the only real light other than the moon filtering through the trees above us. She held my hand and walked as if this were perfectly normal.
In 3 parts, by m storyman x. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.
It was definitely time for this vacation. I hadn't taken one in almost four years. I spent most of that time driving from one wind turbine farm to another, each day climbing the nearly five hundred foot tall towers to repair and service the electronics and generators on top of the hollow towers. It was terrific money, and I was never out of work. In fact, that was the reason I was no longer married. My ex wanted someone that could not only provide the standard of living I was giving her, but also be there to share it. In the end, she found someone else to share the considerable amount of money she was getting each week from my paycheck.
by SkyBubble. Listen to the ► podcast at Steamy Stories.
I had always thought my neighbor Belinda was attractive, even after she got glasses. She was well proportioned, with long black hair, ample tits, a round ass, and nice legs. She looked good in a swimsuit. But even as a kid, she had been the prettiest girl in first grade.
Belinda had been my neighbor since elementary school. Everyone called her Binny. We had played together and grown up together. As we both grew up, I had watched her mature into a beautiful adult woman.
We had both been away at school, so we hadn’t seen as much of each other as before, but we stayed in touch.
By Liminally Spaced. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.
This story is a derivative of Sex Ed. Lessons, a 21-part tale at Explicit Novels podcast.
Cathy had done her share of kinky things before meeting Sam, the highlight of which coming fairly early when she blew a guy at a frat party who asked to sniff her panties while she sucked him, and then keep them when they were finished. The novelty of his fetish, and the considerable size of his cock turned her on enough to oblige him, even if she did wonder exactly how she had ended up there as she swallowed down pump after pump of fresh cum.
Neighbor's daughter seeks out widower next door, to help her with human sexuality lessons.
By SilverFoxMullet - Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Then the doorbell rang. I went to the door and opened it, only to find my neighbour's daughter Tess standing on his front porch. I'd watched her grow up next door.
When my son had moved out ten years ago, my wife and I had occasionally babysat little Tess. It had been nice having kids around the house again. She'd grown up into an intelligent, pretty young girl. She'd also been devastated why Marie had died.
By Jake501501. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Elle was our babysitter, and I had been looking at her for the last six months. I am a horrible person, probably.
She was 21 and in college, and I was just 31, so it’s not like the age was that super creepy.
But I was married, well technically; my wife and I were trying what our therapist called a “trial separation with cohabitation,” which basically meant I’d been sleeping on the couch for a month. We needed Elle once a week so we could go to counseling, which was an excuse for me to get into a room with my wife and have her tell me why I was horrible.
By Liminally Spaced. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
This story is a derivative of Sex Ed. Lessons, a 21-part tale at Explicit Novels podcast.
Cathy could barely take the sensations coursing through her body. While she hadn't felt Sam's tongue on her cunt in over 15 years, she hadn't done this act with anyone in close to 20. Memories immediately rushed her mind, swirling in the endorphins, images and sensations of nights with her previous boyfriend. Orgasms. Pleasure. Fucking. Grinding.
Lost in the feeling, she fell back into sense memory. Her hand dropped down into Sam's hair and gripped it hard.
By Cummsweetly. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Tabitha was excited about taking the wilderness survival course. She had signed up with her girlfriend, Kim, and they planned to share a tent. The weekend was supposed to be warm during the days but there had been frost warnings all week, so they were prepared for a few chilly nights. They both knew a couple of the other people taking the course.
One guy in particular, for whom Tabitha had the hots, was going. So was a guy with whom Kim had already been a few times. Kim had warned Tabitha that, if things got hot for them, she might sneak out to his tent one night. Tabitha said that she was o.k. with it and didn’t mind sleeping alone, even though she was insanely jealous. She was a very horny 18 year old, who masturbated at least once a day, sometimes twice. She had had a few chances to lose her virginity, but had chosen to wait.
By Liminally Spaced. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
This story is a derivative of Sex Ed. Lessons, a 21-part tale at Explicit Novels podcast.
It was Wednesday, so that meant that Pastor Sam McGinnis and his wife Cathy should have been having sex, not sitting on opposite sides of the living room watching tv.
Cathy felt a familiar, pleasant flutter emanate from her loins, one spurred on by the handsome lead actor in their favorite show. As the credits rolled, she turned her frisky eyes to her husband of 15 years, the father of their beautiful teenage daughter Christine, her lover, her partner, her absolute soul mate, and found him quietly asleep.
