Sindy’s Rites of Fertility: Part 1

The Ball Drops For Sindy

By Baztrachian.  (edited) Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

She makes room for him over the holidays.

In her freshman year at Northwestern Sindy had started working at a local coffee shop where she met Ryan. Ryan was five years older than Sindy, on the verge of graduating and merely looking at him made Sindy’s pulse race faster.

Ryan for his part was initially unaware of Sindy’s interest in him. But over the course of the year he’d come to the coffee shop to study and he gradually started to notice the cute girl with the blonde hair always staring at him. He found himself appreciating the graceful curve of her modest breasts and her almost ever-present smile.

Yours for the Weekend

Dorothea visits her hometown for Christmas.

By megalodon  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Dorothea fiddles with her scarf, nerves tangling her insides as she gazes out the window. Her hometown seems so small thousands of feet below her private jet, a village of dollhouses, and she smiles to herself, the view bringing back memories of her childhood.

She’ll be seeing them again, all her childhood friends. After all these years, how much have they changed? Lord knows she’s not the gangly teenager she once was, wishing her friends goodbye as she boarded the plane to California, giddy with optimism and naivete.

The Naughty List

She never really believed in Santa. She does now.

by ErinPage, Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

I never believed in Santa, well almost never. Not that I was ever a good little girl mind you. Still, Santa was pushed on me as a child. My parents force fed me old Claymation cartoons like Rudolph and Santa Clause is coming to town. Don’t get me wrong, I love the Christmas season, there is definitely something magical about it. Why my parents got all nostalgic with different Christmas movies was beyond my comprehension.

A Late Great Christmas Gift

Santa & His Team Makes Up For A North Pole Screw-Up.

By Demi Urging. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

It’s the wee hours of December 26th. Rick is finally shoving the last of his teetering friends through their front door, He volunteered to be designated driver again, for about half a dozen friends & co-workers.

Another Christmas gathering passed as the clock ticked into the next day and it seemed he’d be single again into the new year. He thought he would have gotten over it by age thirty.

Shauna, the Christmas Elf

‘Tis the season for giving.

By TheSleepingKing. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

7:16 am

The door from the bathroom swung open, spilling steam into the dim blue rays of light sneaking in through the blinds. Wrapped in a towel, Shauna strode into her dorm room, feet sinking into the carpet as she padded across the floor. Pausing at the window she pulled the cord to raise the blinds, bathing the room in the soft glow of an overcast Michigan dawn.

Stripper’s Christmas Party

Where can two strippers get a bite to eat on Christmas Eve?

By  MelissaBaby. (abridged) Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

“Fuck Christmas,” Clover shouted, “and fuck you, Tony. Fuck Santa Claus, fuck his elves and fuck all ten goddamn reindeers.”

“Eight,” Roxanne said, filing her nails and looking at her over the top of her glasses.

“Shut up, Roxy, I’m talking about reindeers, not how many cocks you sucked over the weekend.”

“Clover, calm down,” Tony said, “It was worth taking a shot.”

“Bullshit, I told you nobody goes to a strip club on Christmas Eve.”

9 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.

When Santa Cums

Santa makes sure I belong on the Naughty List.

By svb missive kitty. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

My name is Cat, and as many of you know I live in a fancy condominium development, for a college student, overlooking one of Michigan’s famous lakes.

It was on this bustling cold December night I happened to realize it was Christmas Eve. Our tree was out, my roommate and her own dog away with family, but I and my border collie Avy sat alone watching the dark waves crash outside our building.

Redeeming the Scorned Damsel

Preciousness is only revealed to one worthy of such things.

By Erozetta. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

What’s a girl to do when everyone has been hinting that her boyfriend is going to propose in front of his family on Christmas Eve?

 Then, upon receiving my gift, instead of a ring I found a note. Not a promise of a ring to come, but a note folded to fit into the slot of a beautiful ring box that read:

Rin,
I’ve thought long and hard about this. I know you were expecting something else, but I think we should see other people. We’ve always been on different paths and I don’t think long-term is going to converge those two wildly different walks of life. I would appreciate it if you kept up appearances until after we leave my family gathering. They’re expecting me to propose, but I just don’t feel it’s the right move with you. We can pretend this is a placeholder then part after we get back home.
So sorry,
            Tommy

I didn’t pretend.

A Visit From Shagging St. Nick

St Nick visits a woman after her holiday office party.

By BR_imornery81. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Okay, I admit it. I had drunk WAY too much at the Christmas party and had done some stupid things, but I never dreamed in my wildest dreams things would go to where they did!! I mean, I am glad I did not do anything really stupid in public and I am thankful that Jim and his wife drove me home, but what happened after the door closed and they drove off, just defies any rational explanation this morning.

My husband, Bill; has been overseas working for the last two weeks and will not be able to fly back from China for another two months. To say it sucks would be the biggest understatement of the year!!

Leigh Ride

They'll frolic and play, fucking in a winter wonderland.

By RejectReality. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Josh finished off his meal before half of the other employees had even made it through the queue. He came from a poor family with three kids, and whoever ate the fastest got dibs on seconds, so he'd been in the habit of wolfing down his food all his life.

Thankfully, the company had learned from the previous year's fiasco. The food had been bad enough that they'd stopped going super cheap on company meals, and had found a caterer that seemed to do everything right. It wasn't a proper family Christmas dinner, but it was as close as one could get on a mass catering scale.

Office Christmas Party Seduction

A horny woman invents her own game to secure a seduction.

by Bumpinguglies. - listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
 

They say it’s not a good idea to fool around at the office Christmas party, a piece of advice she was deliberately choosing to ignore. Her decision had been made the moment he had walked in the door. Feeling horny and with a few drinks under her belt, she had decided right there and then that she was going to fuck him.

Christmas Off Campus

Young woman finds lust and love at Christmas.

By JagFarlane. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Mel swiped the credit card along the terminal, waited for the receipt to print, stuffed it into the restaurant's portfolio along with a couple of Ande's mints, and turned to stroll towards the table. She dropped it off to the table's occupants and hurried off to the kitchen, trying to look busy though probably fooling no one. It was Christmas Eve after all and the bulk of the town's part time residents, university students and staff, had all scattered off to home days ago leaving behind the few full time residents to keep the place from looking like a ghost town.

She was a student at the university too, but had elected to remain behind this year much to the restaurant manager's relief. Not that the money had been very good, with the vast majority of the students gone there were only a few souls that made it into the building each night and sometimes she wondered if it had even been worth it to the management to even turn on the lights. Stepping out to pick up the signed receipt and bus several dessert plates away, a glance was given to the tips section and a bit of a relieved sigh at the decent tip. At least the residents routinely tipped, she smiled a bit to herself.

Christmas Passions: Part 3

Slumber’s Interlude.

By FenellaAshworth. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Emily was suffocating. Her lungs felt as though they were on fire. The snow was piling in on top of her and there was simply no escape from the wrecked car in which she was trapped. With arms and legs flailing in all directions to no avail, she screamed on and on and on,

‘Emily!’ She heard his voice above her own gasps. He sounded calm, strong, reliable and infinitely dependable. 'Emily!’ he repeated, a little louder, his hands gripping her shoulders. 'Wake up, Sweetheart. You’re having a nightmare.’

Christmas Passions: Part 2

The Manor In The Woods

By FenellaAshworth. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

The landscape was almost entirely white now and dusk was starting to descend with surprising haste. As they walked, Emily observed how their route was bordered by thick, low hedges, laden with frosted, blood-red hawthorn berries and holly leaves; one of the few plants that remained green, within a mass of death and decay which mid-winter always conveyed.

Continuing along the path, they soon found themselves submerged in a dark, dense coniferous forest.

Christmas Passions: Part 1

Driving Into the Driving Snow!

By FenellaAshworth. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

The snow was falling so heavily that it had become almost hypnotic. Coupled with the rapid, monotonous beat of the windscreen wipers which were fighting a losing battle to maintain visibility, Emily was impressed she was managing to make any progress at all. Several miles previously, she’d been forced to leave the busy A road she normally traveled along when visiting her parents, due to a multi-car accident. From the number of blue flashing lights reflecting across the snowy surfaces at the scene, it had looked pretty serious, suggesting there was little chance of the route being cleared for several hours.

Christmas Cockie Exchange: Part 4

A Ghostly Plea For Appreciation.

Based on a post by SandyMarl, in 4 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

 

A Christmas Ghost Story For Scrooge

Dana got ready to roll the movie as The Chix settled in. "What's the movie?" asked McNally.

"A Christmas Carol, it's the classic tale by Charles Dickens."

"Damn. Not a Christmas movie? Did I ever mention that I am so over Christmas right now? Bah Humbug!"

Annie snorted, "McNally, you make a better Scrooge than Patrick Stewart."

"I'll drink to that," McNally said as she tipped her stemware to wash down a handful of popcorn. "Let me say it again, Merry Fucking Christmas, because I am so done with Christmas."

Christmas Cockie Exchange: Part 3

 Three French Hens and Lingerie.

Based on a post by SandyMarl, in 4 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

 

 Three French Hens

Rising the next morning after enjoying the contented sleep of a delicious bad girl; Dana mopped up the chocolate mess and had just put a new tablecloth on the table when she received a text. She saw that Patricia had sent her a message. She giggled aloud in her empty house, feeling that she knew what she was about to read. 'Dana, I hope you will be home tonight. I'd like to drop off supper and a surprise Christmas package for you. Let me know if you'll be available this evening - Patricia.'

Dana replied, 'I Will be ready for your surprise package. What Will I do with your generosity? I Will be so looking forward to tonight!' Dana didn't intend to spoil Patricia's 'surprise package' delivery; but by now Patricia knew that Dana was wise to the Twelve Days of Christmas themes arriving at her house, courtesy of The Chix 'Hubby Exchange'. Almost more than the expected sex with Patricia's husband Will, Dana was curiously excited to find out how Three French Hens were going to fit into her boudoir.

Christmas Cockie Exchange: Part 2

Two Turtle Doves, or Dildos?

Based on a post by SandyMarl, in 4 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

 

Dana returned to the kitchen as Orlando was finishing drying the stemware. She leaned back against the counter, crossing her arms in front of her tits as she tried to give a confident look, though a drunken squirrel was racing around inside her chest.

Orlando folded the dish towel, set it down as he stepped to her side. He reached around her waist and pulled her close, brushing her hair back, he whispered into her ear, "Strange as it is, there are some people who have a difficult time accepting good things that are given to them. You have been given a set of good and close girlfriends Dana." Orlando placed his fingertips at the base of her jaw, "Your pulse is beating hard, I sense that you are understandably nervous to find yourself in a position to accept or reject a special, intimate gift that has been tenderly offered to you." Continuing to whisper into her ear in a mesmerizing, deep masculine voice. "It is my hope that you will be accepting of all the pleasures and dreams which are before you."

Christmas Cockie Exchange: Part 1

Husbands and cookies are exchanged, to add holiday cheer.

Based on a post by SandyMarl, in 4 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

 

The Chix Annual Christmas Cookie Exchange

McNally topped off each of the four glasses, then tipped the bottle to her lips to make sure she'd drained the last sweet drop of Gewürztraminer. McNally smacked her lips before inserting her tongue into the brown wine bottle's narrow orifice. "Umm, a sweet little rim job before I recycle this dead soldier," she announced to a kitchen packed with a few of her long-time friends. "This dark guy is so sweet, I just love him," she said as she continued her fellatio pantomime by wrapping her lips around the narrow neck as she encircled her fingers and made a couple of strokes up and down the bottle like she was finishing a masterful blow job.

A Virgin’s Christmas Wish.

 A lonely damsel gets a chance at neighbor’s Christmas ‘Yule, Log’.

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

On Christmas Eve, I should have been out spending time with family or friends, but instead, I was in my sparsely-filled apartment, with a wine glass in my hand; all dressed up but nowhere to go. I put on my gold sequin mini dress thinking that I could maybe go out to a club.

But when the time came, I wasn't really feeling it. I had just moved to a new city; far from my family and friends; and although I had enjoyed the freedom of walking around in the nude whenever I wanted, it was getting a bit lonely. I never pictured myself in my early twenties and still single. All of my friends were either married, engaged, or dating. I was totally lagging behind. I was hornier than I had ever been in my life.

In college I could barely concentrate on class and I never took notes because I was always thinking and developing some sexual fantasy in my head that took my full attention. I go by ‘Mindy’. My parents named me Melinda, but I hate that name. I hate a lot of the things associated with high school. I was a wierdo. Then in college, I was a nerd.

24: Jack and Nina.

Jack Bauer gives Nina Myers more than expected.

Based on a post by Talking Bowl. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Nina Myers stared at Jack Bauer, a mixture of fear and vulnerability in her eyes. Just moments before, Ed, who had been sent along with Jack to help guard her on the truck ride to the airport, had slumped over unconscious into Jack's lap, the victim of a ‘mickey’, which the rogue CTU agent had slipped into his bottled water. It had taken her tired mind, already rattled by Jack's previous violent interrogations back at HQ, a few minutes to process the full implication of the look on his face.

Dan’s Female Christmas Present

Widower gets a special visitor on Christmas Eve.

By PaulStevens. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy stories.

 

Dan felt like a small child, sitting up watching his phone for alerts that his midnight delivery had arrived. It was like he was waiting for Santa or something, well in his case, more like a Mrs. Claus. Not that Elly was as saintly as the real Mrs. Claus, but she was getting him out of a jam with his 9-year-old daughter this year, and that made her saintly enough.

In Jane’s last difficult months of life, Elly was her faithful friend. In the months since Dan lost Jane, Elly continued to help him navigate the challenges of raising 2 kids alone.

Sweet Melissa

Mountain Christmas in the arms of an old friend.

By PapaBear76. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

 

"Wait. Please stop. Turn your cute little ass around and come back here..."

A couple of days before Christmas, my girls and I loaded into my aging Jeep Cherokee and headed for their grandparent's home in the mountains. Upon finding out that my socialite ex-wife was "doing Christmas in Hawaii" I had been on top of the world. See, I love the rest of that family with all my heart.

My own family was almost gone. We lost Dad some years back. My brother and his family moved to South Florida and our mom was wasting away in a nursing home, her mind long lost.

Sundays at Saint Michaels: Part 2

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Sundays at Saint Michaels: Part 1

Multiple organs are played at the All Saints Sunday Eucharist.

A Series in 17 parts, By Blacksheep. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

 

It's been a while, but now we return to our good friends at Saint Michael's CE church;

"Dear Brothers & Sisters," Reverend Simon Morris stood in the pulpit and began his sermon.

"Well first of all, special thanks to Gordon for that fine voluntary and hymn, and to My wife’s cousin, Miya, for playing the Gloria. We have an organist and an organist-in-training! As I'm sure you're aware, my wife Jenna, has kindly agreed to stand in for Raymond Wilson, the organist at Oakwood Road Methodist Church, who is recovering from surgery.

One Silent Night: Part 3

A Christmas Miracle brings them together.

by horny pixy. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

“I don’t know what to say,” Mia said, dazed. She sank down on the couch and picked the paper up. “I can’t believe you did this for me. What;  how did you do this?”

“I phoned my old commander,” Carter said. “He knew how important it was to me, so he called a few of his connections. They got a warrant to search the farm and found illegal weapons that your stepfather had been hired to smuggle out of the country. It was enough for an arrest. They cited the source as an ‘anonymous tip’ and crumbled the whole organization in a few days.”

“I don’t know how to say thank you,” Mia said. “I mean;  There are no words for this.”

“I wanted to go kill the bastard for what he did,” Carter said. “I wanted to rip his throat out with my bare hands. But calling in for back-up was the best way to deal with it.”

One Silent Night: Part 2

A Christmas Miracle brings them together.

by horny pixy. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

“Come home with me tonight,” he murmured. “Or let me stay here. I’ll sleep on the floor, or the chair. Just; Just don’t ask me to leave you for the wolves. Because I can’t do that.”

She pulled away. “I don’t expect you to take care of me,” she said. “I can’t ask it from you.”

His face blanched. “Is it because of my leg?” he asked. “I know I’m not; what I used to be, but I assure you, I’m still able to protect you from;”

“It’s not your leg,” she said and put a hand over his heart. “I can’t risk getting you involved in the clusterfuck that is my life at this stage.”

One Silent Night: Part 1

A Christmas Miracle brings them together.

by horny pixy. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

 

Carter has been in love with Mia for years, but it takes a Christmas miracle to throw them together.

Carter stood by his window, one eye on the watch on his wrist. It was just after eleven, that magical hour when most of the traffic died down and the neighborhood in the old downtown area settled in for the night, the quiet creeping through the air with the mist from the small stream to the west of his apartment. Across the road he could see some early Christmas decorations, but he knew that the real lighting up would start in about two weeks.

Charity Begins Next Door: Part 2

Can Two Broken people make something whole, again?

In 2 parts, Based on the post from Tx Tall Tales. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Neighborhood Party

Cathy & John were holding a Christmas Eve open-house next door; and expecting half of the neighborhood over that evening. They were a high standard in generosity, for the rest of us neighbors to try to emulate.

I made my appearance, around 8:30 , and stoically accepted the offered condolences which were definitely putting me in the wrong state of mind. After only half-an-hour I knew I had to get out of there, even if it did piss off Cathy.

Charity Begins Next Door: Part 1

Life isn’t fair. So when you fight back, fight dirty.

In 2 parts, Based on the post from Tx Tall Tales. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Christmas has always been my favorite time of year. I married young, and had two perfect daughters, but my marriage was far from perfect. We had been young and in love. I was entering the community college and Denise was starting her senior year when we decided to tie the knot. Her family’s ready acceptance of me was a huge factor - the family I’d never had, making me feel like a real member of theirs. I can admit it now; I probably loved being a part of the family as much as I loved Denise.