Based on a post by jonnicat, in 4 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.
After her sex-filled day, including being filmed having a massage and sixty-nine with the hot Ukrainian blonde masseuse, Aliona, then having sex in her room with the two guys from the gym and the cute student kid from the next room, Astrid was sated and slept well. For now. There was much more to come.
Based on a post by jonnicat, in 4 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Back in her room, Astrid took a shower and texted Amanda to tell her about the episode in the market. Amanda had been to her tennis club and sent Astrid a photo of her with short tennis skirt lifted, displaying her white underwear. Astrid modeled the new bikini. Then she told her friend that she was planning to try out the hotel gym next and they promised to tell each other all later.
Based on a post by jonnicat, in 4 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.
After her exhibitionism at the pool and the intimate pleasures in her hotel room, then the evening in the bar exposing herself and seducing someone to give her the first fuck of the vacation, Astrid was ready for more that night. She was eager and excited about the midnight rendezvous on the beach with the older man she had flashed herself to in the pool.
Based on a post by jonnicat, in 4 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Astrid knew it was time to act as old as she looked; she was ready to turn from adolescent dreamer to debutante temptress. Sure she had fooled around with a handful of boys from college but they were all fingers and thumbs -- she wanted a man with more experience now that she was eighteen-going-on-twenty-eight! Tinder was feeling like a waste of time and she wanted to fish in a new pool.
Based on a post by ron de, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.
The campground where we were camped was next to a state park, and after that lunch, I really needed to either walk around or take a nap. I figured Tracey wouldn't like me taking a nap so I asked her if she'd like to walk one of the trails in the state park. She laughed.
"My Joe would have taken a nap while I walked by myself, so this will be new to me. Let's go."
Based on a post by ron de, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.
It's amazing how much time you have once you retire. You have nowhere to be at any certain time and no people you just have to be there to meet. You have no deadlines and no tasks that absolutely have to be done before the corporate visit on Tuesday. It's like a curtain between you and your life has been lifted and you can see yourself doing what you always wanted to do.
Taking Tiffany ‘On Tour’.
Based on a post by ron de, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.
We had another pizza at her house that night. Tiffany seemed very happy, and I patted my ego on the back thinking it was because I'd said she didn't belong in a rubber room. After two slices of pizza, Tiffany rubbed her tummy and said she couldn't eat anymore. Then she said she had to go do something, but she'd be right back.
"Right back" meant five minutes to me, but in my experience, a woman's clock works differently than a man's. I forgot all about clocks and experience when she did come back.
Tiffany likes showing, as long as I tell her what to wear.
Based on a post by ron de, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.
I smiled to myself as I waited for Tiffany to come out of the ladies room at the restaurant. The short skirt I'd picked out for her was sexy all by itself. It wasn't sexy because it didn't cover her up. It was long enough to do that. The hem stopped at about the middle of her shapely, sexy thighs. The real threat was that the skirt was a tight fit, and when Tiffany sat down, she had to be careful. If she wasn't, the skirt would ride up, and anyone looking could catch a glimpse of her black boy short panties. It wasn't just the lacy edge around her thighs they'd see, either. If Tiffany didn't keep her thighs together, what people would see was the rounded contour of her mound and the little bulge between her thighs.
A culture of copulation without condoms.
Based on a post by shimm2, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Amy and Alonso were now regularly playing their game of condom "roulette". So far, she had always been able to tell when he had a condom on, even when he tried to psych her out. Which meant half the time, their trysts could be consequence-free.
As for the other half of the time, Amy knew that any contact between his bare cock and her vagina was a risk. At first, she was good about putting a stop to it right away. Then they'd do other things. She even tried anal once, to at least check it off the list.
Amy interviews her pregnant classmates for the school paper.
Based on a post by shimm2, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.
It was a Friday night with nothing else going on, and Amy was hanging out at her friend Jill's house.
"Now that we're in the home stretch here, we should let loose a little," Amy said. They were both admitted to college, and sure to graduate high school.
"You mean like have affairs with older Casanova's?" Jill teased.
Amy laughed. Jill knew that Alonso, who had been her Spanish tutor, had become something more. Amy told Jill one version of it, anyway.
"I meant maybe we should raid your dad's liquor cabinet," Amy said.
"I can't," Jill said quickly.
When she didn't elaborate, Amy asked, "Not in the mood for a drink?"
A longer pause. Then Jill explained quietly, "I'm pregnant."
Four body-swapped teens have more sexual firsts.
Based on a post by shimm2, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.
To his surprise, Chris woke up in Mary's bedroom again. He had gone to sleep on that bed, after fingering Mary's clit to one last orgasm, thinking it was his last chance ever to experience a female orgasm. Though he honestly wasn't very good at it yet, and nearly didn't get there on his own. If only Mary had a dildo or a vibrator handy, but no, she was a good Christian girl, or at least she had been when this whole mix-up started.
4 virgins coeds end up in each others' bodies.
Based on a post by shimm2, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.
"But is every birth control pill a sin on its own?" Chris asked them.
It made Mary's head swim, to hear Christopher talk about sex like this. She was almost sure he was the one she wanted to give her virginity to. It would be a sin, sure. But she could settle up with God after. What she was more worried about was whether he was interested in her, or how he would act afterward, or what people would say, or the logistics of getting the two of them alone.
A lady is sore and needs a massage.
By oldMasseuseGuy - Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.
This is a story of a woman in her mid 30’s who is no virgin but is no slut either.
Her name is Hannah. She is trim with a shaved pussy and brunette hair long past her shoulders and full lips.
Hannah starts her day feeling pretty sore from an intense game of tennis the day before.
She thinks maybe she could use a massage to ease up her sore muscles. Her legs are definitely sore and feel that a nice massage will bring them back to life again. She puts her hair up in a casual style so that the oil of the massage doesn’t ruin her hair.
By cruiser_2015. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Two pedestrians collide fatefully.
by maxicue. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Joe slid through the crowd on the street, not in a hurry, just enjoying it, like it was some kind of game, call it Body Avoidance, a challenge of finding the gaps just large enough to pass through untouched while the bodies continued moving in somewhat predictable ways, though the unpredictable could always happen, adding to the challenge and the fun, that quick burst bypassing the unexpected shift. He loved this game ever since moving to New York, at first when he worked at a copy place in Grand Central Station (nearby where he happened to be sliding through at the moment), especially busy streets around there, especially at rush hours and lunch, and further challenged when he carried heavy packages of copies destined for publishing houses, often pocketing the cab money given to him to walk even farther through more busy streets carrying those burdens.
Based on the works of CoyoteHoward. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
It was the picture of Americana in southwest Idaho.
A partly cloudy sky, with more sun than shade. Deep green grass. Horses munching away in the pasture while the kids, whose ages ranged from 2-16, played on the trampoline and playset.
The husbands primarily were under the porch overhang, gathered around the grill, while Osvaldo and his 8 year old son Elliot jokingly played corn-hole in the grass.
In 3 parts, By SDes. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
· “They that observe lying vanities, forsake their own mercy.” Jonah 2:8
As he sat in the waiting room, Jeff tried to keep some spark of hope alive. Sarah obviously had feelings for him. The way she returned his kiss left no doubt about that. The problem was getting past the wall she had built up over the years. She had evidently made up her mind that she would be better off without him, or maybe she thought he would be better off without her. Either way, he resolved to not give up without a fight.
A pleasant looking young woman sitting behind a desk caught his attention. "Doctor Wolcott will see you now."
In 3 parts, By SDes. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
At five o'clock the next day, Sarah didn't come. It was crushing to Jeff, although a part of him expected it. He sat quietly, hoping she'd show up and pretend he hadn't screwed everything up. He knew it probably wouldn't work. He had put her in an impossible position and nothing she did would satisfy both of them. If she tried to apologize, he'd feel like a cripple. If she said she wanted to go out with him, he knew it would be out of sympathy. If she still said no, he'd be too embarrassed to act the same around her. He felt lonelier than he ever had in his life.
In 3 parts, By SDes. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Jeff walked out of the bar deep in thought. He would be thirty years old in just two weeks and had very little to show for it. There was a decent job, a string of short relationships and a lot of bills. He never thought his life would have turned out like this. He was smart, athletic and well educated. Although he wasn't every girl's dream, he was attractive by most standards and had his share of relationships with desirable women.
By jonnicat. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Joe Leman could not prevent his dirty mind getting carried away as he fantasized about the next guest at his Little Country Inn. Lea looked stunning in her profile photo on the booking app: erotic platinum blonde hair, alluring facial features, wicked smile and a look of naughtiness in her eyes. He could be wrong and she might well have zero interest in him, but he had a hunch that she was going to be as wild as she looked. He felt that familiar stirring of his libido as he anticipated her visit.
By LouisaAdler. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Chapter 1.
The Marquess of Ravenswood hated dramatics.
He also loathed crowds, prying eyes, and London. Yet, there he sat, in the very back row of what was surely the most infamous, crowded event in the city’s history. Only one thing could pry him to this cesspool.
The Hellfire Club was having an auction.
Even Ravenswood couldn’t resist that temptation. He shifted in the rickety wooden chair, his large frame unused to such cramped spaces. A growl of impatience left him. “For a gathering that’s supposed to be secret, there are crush of fools here.”
By Stopokochac. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Nineteen year old Lilianne was an aspiring young artist. Always a studious bookworm, Lilly, as her friends called her, never had much time for boys. She had never dated a man, let alone been intimate with one. Her only exposure to nude men had been in online porn, and sex ed videos. Throughout her school years Lilly had fantisized about attractive young men from her class, only admiring them from afar, and wondering, "If only?" However, all that was about to change. Unbeknownst to her, her passion for art was about to forever alter the course of her love life.
Getting to know the New Girl On Campus
- listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories
Jonathan hooks up with new girl at college.
Jonathon couldn’t help checking out the new girl in his History class. She was very gorgeous and Jonathon was doing his best not to get caught staring at her. Her name was April and she had long, luscious, thick black hair and very kind brown eyes. She was a tiny little thing barely 5"1’ and had to only weigh around 100 pounds soaking wet, though most of that weight had to be situated in her bra. Even though she was a tiny girl she had very large breasts that looked even bigger on her tiny frame.
by Sustainer. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
No matter what they may admit to, every man desires to have an obedient, submissive, beautiful trophy wife. Conversely, every woman secretly desires to be a perfect, subservient possession who is adored and cared for, objectified and kept captive while provided firm direction and absolved of all guilt surrounding sexual latitude- since her sexual conduct is no longer her choice, but rather, her solemn and sacred marriage duty. Every man wants this. Every woman secretly longs for this.
By Stonemarten. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
At the time of this story, I was about 30 years old and still near the peak of my virility; I had recently broken-up from a long-term relationship and feeling a little bruised by the experience, though I never felt lonely, as I've always had good mates around me, both male and female.
My mum used to take short holidays out-of-season at a quiet beach resort in Spain and as my dad was constantly working, she often used to share her apartment with Aunty
By Silver Sea. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
I was finally settled into my room at the Marriott. The flight was typical, the hotel a hotel. I still wasn't sure if the following week would be of any value. I wrestled with how I could better have argued my case not to attend this conference as I settled onto the bed and opened the paperback I had purchased while waiting for my flight. I probably wouldn't get past the first few pages knowing my travels that day had depleted most of my energy.
by S3lwyncd0g - listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
I had no idea how much my life was about to change when I went to work that night in April 1980. I was nineteen, had no girlfriend, hell, never even been kissed. I had a job buffing floors in a department store. All the cleaning and restocking was done in the evening and right after closing. Then, after everyone was gone, I came in to do the floors. This way, no one was in my way or tracking on the floors. I would wax a different area each night and simply mop and buff all others as needed. I was going to Junior College and the store’s general manager was my Dad’s best friend and my godfather. Looking back, I was so lucky that this happened before camera surveillance systems were widespread and affordable.
By RomanCEisdead2. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
The next day, Elizabeth's mind was in turmoil. Her actions of the night before were bad enough, but the feelings and thrill she gained from those actions had to be sinful. She felt as though she had acted like the Devil's Whore.
The Pastor's libido was satisfied for the next few days after such a strenuous evening. However, once that time passed, he found himself once more becoming aroused by Charity during their evening lessons. He retired to bed, determined to gain release with his wife. However, her behavior was muted and without speaking her actions insisted that their intimacy return to their normal form.
By RomanCEisdead2. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Charles was a lowly cordwainer (a cobbler in modern terms). A religious man whose wife died during the plague outbreak in 1665. He lived in an isolated community in Essex, of England; with his only daughter, Charity.
Age and failing eyesight meant that he could no longer make much of a living. He worried about his daughter who, having reached the age of 18 was still unmarried. His concerns were mainly because he had maintained her sheltered upbringing, deliberately keeping her away from other people, especially young men. The exception being the Pastor and his wife, who they usually saw on Sundays at the small building that served as a church for the local community.
By SilverFoxMullet - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Luckily for me, my room was on the ground floor, as my building has no elevators. I had my key on a lanyard around my neck, and I unlocked the door. I let her precede me inside, and I shut the door once I got in. She looked around the room, which I usually keep fairly neat, but lately it's been immaculate. I am not as active with crutches, so I've stayed in a fair bit the last couple of weeks. And I clean when I get bored.
"Your room is so neat. I expected, um, sorry, a pigsty. You know, 'guy'?"
"It's not usually this nice, but I've been staying in a lot recently." Tapping my cast for emphasis.
She looked at my leg, then asked "Can I sign your cast?"