David’s Transition To Manhood: Part 4

Finally realizing the better options they both could choose..

Based on a post by dark overlord 6, in 4 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

Roxy closed the door behind her neighbor, chaining the lock and turning out the light, but in spite of her exhaustion, it was a long time before she fell asleep.

When her phone rang early the next morning, it took her three tries to get her hand on it, and she nearly pushed if off the end table and onto the floor before finally snagging it in her grip.

"This had better be a lawyer telling me I just inherited a million dollars," grumbled Roxy into the receiver.

David’s Transition To Manhood: Part 3

David is confronted by Roxy’s ex.

Based on a post by dark overlord 6, in 4 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

The following week David was back at the plant, and discovering that his body was slowly acclimating itself to the earlier schedule since at least he hadn't fallen back to sleep in the car on the way. Roxy had them doing a file purge of all the old requisition forms that were more than three years in the past, and he was sitting cross-legged in front of a filing cabinet with piles of paper lying around him when she came to check on his progress.

David’s Transition To Manhood: Part 2

Struggling to let go of a failed relationship.

Based on a post by dark overlord 6, in 4 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

The rest of the day, he spent thankfully inside; taking in and fulfilling requests for everything from paperweights to desk calendars. It was a surprisingly exhausting first day, and he fell asleep in the car on the way home. His dad shook him awake when they arrived, and he walked into the house in a daze, barely mustering the energy to eat dinner before he headed to his bedroom and collapsed on top of the covers. He was half dozing, even though it was scarcely 8:00 pm, when his phone rang.

David’s Transition To Manhood: Part 1

Passions flare between an older woman and her summer hire.

Based on a post by dark overlord 6, in 4 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

 

David’s Disrupted Life

Being awoken by his alarm clock was usually bad enough. When his mother got in on the act it was often decidedly worse. On this particular morning, David Cross enjoyed the distinct displeasure of both things happening. The first, because even though he had graduated the night prior, he had forgotten to switch the alarm off and it did its duty by trying to wake him for a non-existent school day. The latter, because he had left his cell phone sitting on the kitchen counter after staggering in from a graduation party at four a.m.

My Sheep Girl: Part 2

She seems so familiar?

Based on a post  by SquattingEagle. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.

The girl was shivering in my arms as the cool night breeze chilled the damp skin of her back. Although I wouldn’t mind fooling around a little more, I didn’t want her to catch a cold, or worse. I was feeling around for her sweater when my hand landed on something soft and furry. Picking it up, I recognized it as the woolly tail the girl had been wearing around her waist. At some point while we were having sex, the ribbon had come undone and the tail fell off.

My Sheep Girl: Part 1

I found true love while participating in one of my hometown’s little known, but deeply cherished local traditions.

Based on a post  by SquattingEagle. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.

 

Island folklore.

Hi, I'm Jethro, I’m nineteen years old and I live with my parents and two younger sisters on one of the small islands off the east coast of Ireland. Although, to be truthful, that’s where I used to live, as I'm currently spending most of my days on the mainland, attending university. But the island will always be home to me and once I’ve graduated, I’ll surely go back. There's just something special about life on a small, isolated island like ours that simply can’t be found anywhere else.

Ethical Carnal Duties: Part 2

Recovering From Bad Events.

By regularguy 13. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

"Stay there," Arlo instructed her.

He turned the water off. He grabbed a towel and quickly dried his body. Then he patted her down.

"Let's get you to bed," he said.

He draped the towel over her shoulder as if that provided adequate cover. Then, he helped her stand. As they were leaving the bathroom, she said, "Wait."

Ethical Carnal Duties: Part 1

Valentines Day Letdowns

By regularguy13 – listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Aunt regrets stealing his virginity. She makes it right

Thursday night, Feb 13th

Harvey Fielding, the aged patriarch of the family stood and looked out with pride at the group sitting around the dinner table. Three generations were present. With him, were his daughter, daughter-In-law, and their remaining families. Harvey's wife was not with them. Unfortunately, she had passed away. So had his son, Harvey junior.

They were at his daughter-in-law’s house in Richmond, Virginia. Meadow was a widowed woman with a single child. Her daughter, Wendy, was twenty and a sophomore at Randolph-Macon College. Meadow was an only child of two deceased parents. She was raising Wendy, the patriarch’s beloved granddaughter.

My Crazy Girlfriend: Valentine’s Day

How he became the luckiest dude on campus. 

By DragonLairReads. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

(4pm, February 14, 2018; at Texas A&M)

(Or two years before My Crazy Girlfriend Series starts)

My name is Liv, and this is the story about how the worst day of my life changed everything for me. It all started when I got a series of very bad scores back. See, I’m a Chemical Engineering major and to stay in that program you have to keep a really high GPA, and well, Thermo 1 and Fluid Mechanics had both kicked me back low exam scores just the day before.

Angel of Mercy: Part 2

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Angel of Mercy: Part 1

Miracles can happen on Christmas Eve.

Based on a post by auguy86, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time.

 

Ken Dix flipped through the TV guide at a moderate pace; “500 channels, and nothing but Christmas specials on.”

Finding nothing but disappointment at every turn. As it was Christmas Eve, every show was a mushy feel-good romp spouting lines about family and goodwill to others. None of that spoke to Ken in the slightest.

“Ken?” a voice came from the kitchen.

California Companionship

Two stories of Good Neighbors in the Golden State.

Listen to the ► Podcast at By Paul_Chance. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.

Taking Mazi

A quiet canyon home echoes with primal cries of lust.

By Paul_Chance

Tim Cousins came home to the sprawling house in the mountains north of Los Angeles late at night. The winding road to the remote canyon was desolate and quiet. When he made this drive Tim often thought of Los Angeles with its thriving millions no more than 10 miles away. It always amazed him that a simple drive up a twisting road would transport him into another world.

He inherited the ramshackle house years ago from a distant uncle he had never known. There was a small trust fund to take care of the expenses and taxes and the single stipulation - he could never sell the house. As a successful construction project manager with a thriving firm in the basin below that was fine with Tim, the old house was the perfect retreat.

The Nymph Chronicles: Part 3

Counselors and Affirmation.

Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Seeking Affirmation

I fall prey to a predatory therapist.

Based on a post by nymphic

Disclaimer: Sexual relations between therapists and current clients are expressly prohibited.

It took me years to become this relaxed in front of my therapist, able to share the most shameful parts of my mind with ease. All the vile, disgusting parts nobody else gets access to: he always reacts with a cool, detached professionalism. He's heard it all before, and worse, he tells me, and I've stopped apologizing for the revolting things I tell him: all my self-destructive habits, my awful intrusive thoughts, my horrific violent urges.

The Nymph Chronicles: Part 2

Naria injures her leg and exposes her body to the therapist.

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Naria Teases The Therapist

Naria finished storing the silverware in the top cabinet. They seldom used the special dinnerware but yesterday was a special occasion; Naria and Toby celebrated one year of marriage. Their sex life had never been so good, and both enjoyed the special meal they prepared together, including using the good China and silverware.

Naria closed the cabinet door, turned on the chair, and hopped to the floor. Toby, sitting at the table, heard a popping sound and Naria immediately collapsed to the floor, hollering and grabbing her right thigh.

The Nymph Chronicles: Part 1

Living nymph, and proud of it. Humorous stories of women who share.

 Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

It's Not a Mental Disability

Amanda has a somewhat embarrassing disability.

Phillip Hammond, the clerk at the unemployment office, wasn't making Amanda Adams feel good about herself right now. They were threatening to cut her benefits, and with her being unable to secure good references in her field, she couldn't get past the interview process at most companies. "Mr. Hammond, please. You have seen I have been applying for work. I have been trying. Really, I have."

"Miss Adams, I am sorry, but one can only receive unemployment benefits for so long.

Evander’s Correctional Therapy

Evander’s therapy sessions, after being treated for cancer in prison.

Based on posts by black wizvrd. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Checking Evander’s Glands

I woke up to my guard banging on my cell door with complete disregard to me sleeping.

"C’mon man; you know I don't care about that weak ass breakfast you're serving." I said in response.

Completely pissed off from the disruption of my sleep I turned over on my uncomfortable cot and tried to fall back asleep.

I had been spending the past 6 months in the Big Springs Federal prison infirmary, because I was in remission from lymphoma cancer and I was looking forward to going back to general population confinement. At least in general population I wasn't being woken up every 3 hours during the night to check my vitals, and asked if I’m getting any sleep?

Jane Gets Back in the Game: Part 2

Getting it on with Gus.

By Buckingbronco33. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

"Chloe will be at Chester's tonight, let's go back to my place." 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.

I leaned into him and soon his hand began to wander beneath the front of my dress. I cooed as his fingers found my nipple and he pinched it ever so slightly as we walked. I let out a too-loud moan and sank deeper into his side. "Umm, that feels so good," I mumbled to him as he began massaging my tit. "I'm so wet for you..." I admitted, looking up at him as we walked. He smiled and winked at me, and I brought my free arm across my body and grabbed his belt.

Jane Gets Back in the Game: Part 1

Girl was cheated on, finds her groove, after build-up at the party.

By Buckingbronco33. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

"Are you almost ready, Jane?" Chloe called through the bathroom door of our shared apartment.

"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.

Marlene’s Academy of Fellatio

Single Women Seek Instruction In Fellatio Arts.

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

We finished the wine bottle, well what else were we going to do with it? My wife’s straight-laced friends were getting giggly. The four of us had been having a good time.

“Spin The Bottle!” they shouted at once, before dissolving into giggles.

“You want to play spin the bottle,” I asked. "How’s that going to work? I notice that there are three women and one guy at this party, and the guy is married to one of the women. Or have you all gone gay all of a sudden?”

Marlene, my wife, spoke up. “No, honey, we have not gone gay. And I don’t want you having sex with these disreputable sluts, I mean, my best friends. But it’s true, you’re the only boy at the party.”

Love the Motherland

A World War 2 story of compassion, loyalty and love.

By FinalStand. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Both Men and Nations make ware, but only men make love.

Introduction: The Nazi Regime was evil; the German Army of the time, the Heer, did horrible things, but in the end armies are made up of ordinary men and this is a story of ordinary men in bad situations

Two hours before sunset Day 1.

Sergeant Heinz Klausenbach pressed himself through the waist deep snow toward the outpost of the neighboring 3rd Battalion. They sat on the extreme north of his own company's position, if you could consider what was left of his command a company. Right now every one of his soldiers was praying to see New Year's Day of 1942, and a prayer was about all they had. The German Wehrmacht was reeling from the massive Soviet Winter offensive and its very existence was in danger.

Heinz looked around, trying to get his bearings in the heavy snowfall. He was sure he should have crossed a sentry by now. He checked the bolt on his Mauser rifle; it still worked even in this terrible cold. He snuck up on a figure slumped against as tree. He had on a German helmet so Heinz tapped him and whispered.

Winter Survival Skills: Part 2

Mike & Amy decompress from the trauma, generously.

By m_storyman_x. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

We lay there a long time silently thinking and looking at each other, thinking about being grateful to be alive, and becoming closer to each other through this ordeal.

“Mike,” She whispered

“Yes?”

“Will you suck on my tits?”

“You sure,” I asked.

In answer she sat up pulled her pj top off before sliding her pants down and off.

Winter Survival Skills: Part 1

Winter survival training becomes the real thing.

By m_storyman_x. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Some years ago I took over as scoutmaster for a local troop of about fifteen guys. Over a three year period my troop grew from fifteen to over forty-five boys. With this came the need for leaders, and I was fortunate to have twelve active assistants, including two moms, one of them was Amy, the mother of my son’s best friend. Amy and my wife Nancy were best friends.

Hot Chocolate With Cream

Hot female boss gives man the "okay' to fulfill his desires.

by Alexis Peignoir. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.




It was pouring with rain that evening when Evan walked into Gray's Pub and settled on a stool at the far end of the bar. His navy blue suit was tailored to fit his trim physique, and his jet black hair was smoothed back showing a cut jaw, deep charcoal eyes and olive skin.

He’d loosened his tie and unbuttoned the first button on his white shirt, so he could breathe. The bartender, a short stubby man with a balding head, walked over and eyed the man carefully.

"The same?" he asked.

"Yea," Evan nodded.

Getting Lucky At A Trump Convention

Shagging a stranger while Trump talks success in politics & business.

By Tx Tall Tales. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.



I was a little delayed getting to the Convention Hall where he was going to speak, but my red VIP badge got me past the "velvet rope" down to the front 10 rows, which were looking pretty full. The hall was split up into a bunch of sections during the day, with low pipe & drape curtain panels used to separate the VIP purchase area from the hoi-poloi, and to make virtual rooms to one side and the other, as well as to create a backstage area. It was a business & leadership conference with speakers like Tony Robbins, Donald Trump, and a long list of others.

Her Inverted Intimacy Challenge: Part 4

Anna almost loses Jake, then beds him.

By darrenr - Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Wordlessly they lay there, Anna clutching his hand as he held her. Eventually her breathing returned to normal, and her grip softened. Jake realized he had his dick pressed against her bottom in their hug, but it had softened during the past few minutes. He felt proud of himself and his soft dick. Anna was the epitome of his sexual desires, but in this moment even his perpetually rude cock recognized this was not the time to make selfish demands. It felt nice snuggled up against her soft bottom.

Her Inverted Intimacy Challenge: Part 3

Porn, masterbation, confessions, and demonstrations.

By darrenr.  Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

One evening, Anna sat beside him on the couch with a serious look on her face.

“Jake, listen, I know I’ve already put a lot of burden on our friendship these past weeks. There’s something else I want to ask you about. I don’t want to do a cycle of agonizing self-doubt this time, so I’m just going to go out on a limb and ask you. Do you promise to tell me if my question makes you uncomfortable?”

“Of course I’ll tell you,” Jake said.

“You know that model you showed me earlier, the one with the inverted nipples?”