The Picnic Blanket

Two guys, two girls, a camping picnic on the beach.

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

 

This was her Friday. Rosalie was looking forward to two days off. There was a movie on Netflix she’d been planning to see. Her bathroom needed some painting. She had been thinking of getting a cat. 

As she sat, sipping coffee in the break room, eating her jalapeno tuna fish sandwich, her phone rang. Irritated, she checked the number. Her friends all knew better than to call her during work hours.

But this was Celia, her next-door neighbor. They weren’t especially close, but they did enjoy each other’s company. They had started a garden on the apartment building’s rooftop. And Celia had a key to Rosalie’s apartment in case of emergencies.

“What’s up?” Rosalie asked.

My Sister’s Best Friend

“It’s okay, you can look all you want,"

By Fugman. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

 

One day just after school had ended, I was relaxing in my family’s pool. My parents were at work and under the impression that I was planning my college future. School had just ended and the last thing that I wanted to do was thing about more school. My sister, who was about a year older than I was, was also enjoying the cool water.

My Wife, The Model?

My wife took out her lingerie and said, “Where do you want me?” I pointed to the window sill.

By Fugman. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

I have always joked to my wife, that she should be a model, she is a very young attractive thirty two year old with a body of a gymnast.  Kristen, takes great pride in her appearance and works very hard keeping up her figure.  With all of the joking aside, I could imagine her in a little frilly teddy posing for pictures to some European photographer that doesn’t know any English except “Beautiful.”

 Laying Pipe: Part 2

John continued finding the depths of his neighbors.

By Bitterjohnzim. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

 

Beth crossed the dark guestroom and slapped me, snapping her hand across my left ear and cheek. I reeled away, half-falling to the bed. I caught her second swing, outlined, now, by the exterior lights.

“Beth!” I exclaimed and she stopped straining to strike me. “What the hell are you doing?”

Initially, she was silent, struggling to pull her arm from my hand. We both heard the low drone of the shower in the bathroom and she hissed at me, “You were mine.” I pushed her away and flipped the light switch by the veranda door. A lamp on either side of the bed flickered to life. In the low light of the guestroom, I knew how I would look, naked, muscular and hairy, cock still slick from congress with her daughter. Beth, a gorgeous brunette, was flush, her face red and the magnificent swell of her breasts heaving beneath a fitting tan top.

Weekend Servicing

Just another (not) normal day at work.

by IwishIweredreaming. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Saturdays at work were terrible. It was almost always a pointless day. You’d think it would be an easy day since it’s only a four hour shift, but you would be wrong. Most Saturdays we would only have four cars scheduled and it was almost always just inspection or oil changes. Which would generally leave either a two to three hour gap at the end of the day which always dragged on. Or the cars would be spaced out by a half hour or so and there was still a long gap at the end of the day. In either case it was a long four hours to sit there staring out the window. There usually isn’t even any eye candy to stroll by the parts window. The Saturday shift just plain sucked.

Young Bride: Given In Marriage.

Cecily is a young woman who will get married.

by Lady_Mary. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Chapter 1

I grew up in a very conservative family. My father was the boss in the family business, which was created by his father, which was my grandfather. My mother took care of the house and the children, whatever else she wanted to do the approval had to be given by my father. A wife was to be her husband’s adornment and calling card; I, my sisters and brothers were brought up with this motto.

Cecily? Father is calling you. I was pulled out of the activity by the voice of one of the brothers, Arthur.

I am on my way. I nod as I put my knitting aside. I run it over the fabric of my blue dress a few times to smooth it out and present myself impeccably in front of my father.

My father was a traditionalist. Together with our mother they took care of our impeccable dress. Especially the girls. Our dresses, because that was all we could wear, usually reached our ankles or mid-calf. Anything shorter was inappropriate. Tights were also compulsory. My family believed that ladies from good homes should always have them.

One Every Hour

I got another text from her, “Enjoying yourself?”

 based on a post by Fugman; narrated by Andrew; 

Welcome To Connected Podcast

By Fugman. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

We’ve been married now for just a few years, Samantha and I. We’ve enjoyed a healthy and exciting sex life so far, with twists and turns every once and a while. I never could have expected what would happen one spring day that Sam was home while I was working.

Laying Pipe: Part 1

 

John finds the depths of his neighbors.

By Bitterjohnzim. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

 

My neighbors, Tom and Beth, had lived on the other side of the garden wall with their three children for 22 years. With their youngest, Lacey, off to college, they'd invested their time in renovations that had recently escalated to a full reconstruction of their sprawling Victorian. According to Tom, half the plumbing leaked and the other half was lead, so it all had to go. Being a good neighbor, and valuing the occasional invite to their holiday parties, I graciously offered access to my house while they waited on the plumbing work, specifically leaving the veranda doors of a guest room unlocked for their free use.

Cock, Available For Marriage

Man answers ad in fetish dating site.

by subleroy. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy stories.

Cock, Available for Marriage – Chapter One

Cruising the web one night I stumbled across a dating site for people wishing to explore fetish and alternative lifestyles. I was reluctant to join because it’s hard to know just how secure these sites are, I’d heard a lot of horror stories.

The one thing I liked was that they were very strict about mature age requirements. A birth certificate and photo ID were required but kept confidential. I also had to file an affidavit that I was indeed who I said I was and that I was over the age of twenty one.

A Hot evening

My friend and I have sex together for the first time.

By SwiftyTilting - listen to the Podcast on Steamy Stories

 

The sun sits low in the west. The temperature broke a record high today. Humidity hangs in the air, and I feel its heaviness when I breathe.

I’m in my friend’s cozy, little kitchen. I’m looking through the cupboards for a large glass. It’s my first time visiting his apartment, and I note with pleasure that his home, though small and sparsely decorated, is thoroughly clean and comfortable. A delightful breeze touches me through the open windows. Curtains blow in the breeze, and a fan hums pleasantly in the background. I feel safe here.

I remember back to when my friend and I first met. We got to know each other earlier this year when we, literally, bumped into each other at a local botanical garden, and our friendship, forgive the awful pun, blossomed from there.

We All Have Needs

 Brick and mortar shopping has more options, for those who take a chance.

By Dj mac1031. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

This Adult Store was classier than the others he’d visited in the past; clean, well lit, and located in a nicer part of the city than most. The clientele was certainly better; a smattering of well-dressed businessmen and women as opposed to the bald, overweight, sweaty looking slobs who usually frequented some of these establishments.

As I browsed the display racks filled with silicone vaginas, prostate stimulators and cock rings, I couldn't shake my feelings of shame and embarrassment.

Summer of ’65: Part 2

A more enjoyable way to study sex ed.

By Slowandeasy47 - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

 

The summer seemed to be racing by with lots of glorious days just messing about in boats, shooting at tin cans in the sea, and occasionally visiting Jess’ house, to swim in their pool which, mercifully, was a lot warmer than the lough.

On one such occasion we were the only two there, as her family had gone out for the day. It was one of those beautiful days that only seem to happen when you are young. The sun blazed through the heavens and the sheltered area round the pool was baking.

We occasionally jumped in the pool to cool off before returning to our sun loungers to work on our tans where Jess usually undid her top when lying on her stomach.

Summer of ‘65: Part 1

English boarding school boy shares a lake, and more.

By Slowandeasy47 - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

 

The closeted life of a boy’s boarding school in Yorkshire, with its Dickensian regime, and early morning runs, had ill prepared me for contact with the opposite sex. I knew the physical differences of course, Harrison Marks and Health and Efficiency were the sex educators for boys in the early nineteen sixties.

So what did we know way back then. Well, Health and Efficiency had ensured we knew about breasts, that they came in different shapes and sizes and they almost always involved the throwing of a beach ball at some nudist camp.

How he ever managed to get those pictures in our climate completely eluded us but that didn’t matter. We had pictures of breasts, or tits as we called them. The word boobs was years away in the future.

In Heat

A scorching outdoor encounter in the dog days of summer.

by TheSleepingKing. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

 

You know the worst thing about the Midwest? August.

Sure, there are other things. But after three straight weeks of 98 degrees and 90% humidity you don’t really care that Kansas is a thing. You just want out – to escape the stifling grassland; preferably to a place where you don’t need to swim through the steam to reach the next air-conditioned oasis.

Where I work we need to maintain a minimum staffing level to fulfill our obligations. So vacation requests are handled on a first come first serve basis. First person to request time off gets first pick of available dates. Usually I get in early, guaranteeing myself at least one week that I want. But by the time I remembered to request this year, my only option for a summer break was the final week in August.

Posing Leads To...

Artwork leads to passion for virgin artist.

By SoCaliDude. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

I’m a 19-year-old sophomore at Pasadena City College where Ron, 24,  graduated a few years earlier. He’s now a junior at CSUF.

Ron and I met at a retirement event for our favorite teacher, Joe Keene.

I’m a 5-7, average blonde, brown eyes and freckles. Ron is 5 foot 10 with brown hair and green eyes. Folks say I’m shy, but Ron say’s my smile is captivating. while Ron could talk to anyone. His friend Joe suggested that we date, but I wanted friendship to prevent dating "distractions."

Never Have I Ever.

Cass finds the stud in her buddy Andrew.

Based on a post by SmallTownPrincess. Listen to the Podcast at My first Time.

Cassie gasped, jumping in her seat as the clap of thunder and splitting bolt of lightning across the screen lit the theater like daylight for an instant. In her momentary panic, she grabbed at the armrest, the fingers of her left hand finding instead the warm forearm of her fellow movie-goer and best friend, Andrew.

Their met eyes for a moment, hers still wide with residual surprise and his glittering with amusement. With a blush for her silly panic and for the unexpected touch, she took her hand away, crossing her arms across her stomach and turning her face back to the screen.

Recently, for reasons she couldn't entirely understand, Cassie had begun to feel awkward around Andrew.

It Took Cupid’s Army

Can I woo the girl who knows my embarrassing childhood?

Based on a post by Mac G. Listen to the podcast at Connected.

Even though it is right in front of you, you don't always see what's good for you. Sometimes you need a little nudge. This is about a couple of mine.

When I was five, Jenny's family moved in directly across the street from us. Our families became good friends right away. Due to the fact that there was nobody else our age living nearby (Jenny is three months older than I am), we soon became inseparable.

She had no trouble keeping up with me in the rough and tumble things I wanted to do, and I had no problems playing house with her when she wanted. One of our parents always had to shoo us home at night because we would never think about it ourselves. I once tried to get my parents to let Jenny spend the night, but they said it was not right for girls to spend the night with boys.

 

Being Prepared

Girl Scouts Venture Into A Boy Scout Camp.

Based on a post by Dimension Of Desire. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.

It was Summer in the early 70's, and I was away at Boy Scout camp. I was still a virgin. The camp was large and sprawling, located deep in a remote forest. Aside from the main camp building that stood adjacent to a large lake, there were individual campsites for each troop. The camp was so large that it required a fair hike to get to the next troop's campsite.

My own troop was camped high on a ridge in the forest. Roughly a dozen boy scouts with raging hormones shared six over-sized tents, two campers per tent, with each tent mounted on a large wooden platform. Nights were spent talking about girls of course, which only stoked those raging hormones. The talk was explicit, as long as our scout leader, who was camped slightly downhill from us, wasn't within earshot.

Big Mike Goes Backpacking: Part 2

Backpacking couples turn wild on nude day.

Based on a post by m storyman x. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

 

As lunch was wrapping up, Mary announced that whoever draws the 3 shortest match sticks gets KP duty for lunch cleanup. She came around to each of us with a closed fist with 6 sticks sticking out from between her various fingers.

I watched carefully as John and Christa each seemed to have a couple very short match sticks. Mark and Nancy had long sticks. Damn, I really wanted more time in Christa’s hot pussy, and I just love her huge tits.

Big Mike Goes Backpacking: Part 1

Backpacking couples turns wild on nude day.

Based on a post by m storyman x. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

 

At fifty years old I consider myself to be in pretty good shape. With my wife, Nancy, being in the military she has to continually work out to stay in shape, and that tends to have a certain amount of carryover. I mean, I can't exactly build a workout room in the house with all that equipment and not feel guilty if I don't use it. So, use it I do, keeping my 6 foot frame down to a hundred eighty-five pounds and in pretty good trim.

A few years ago I suggested a simple overnight backpack trip to my wife. Having done a lot of backpacking with the Scouts for years, finally taking one with my wife was actually a pretty thrilling prospect. It's a great way to get some really good exercise and also enjoy the outdoors; which for me is a really important thing. I love to camp, hike, fish, hunt; you name it.

A Virgin Brit On A Holiday: Part 2

The Busty Truckdriver in 1960s France.

By Slowandeasy47. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

The bigger adventure now began. School finished and college not starting until October, two and a half months to find out as much as I could about life and have some serious fun.

I had started my long break by visiting my Tante Marise in her French chateau. She had taught me a lot, and introduced me to the joys of assisted showering, a pleasure that I have enjoyed throughout my life. As a French lady, she saw my typical Brit uptightness about human sexuality, and helped me about as much as a proper relative is allowed to.

Virgin Brit On A French Holiday: Part 1

Tante Marie’s chateau of delights.

By Slowandeasy47 - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

 

I had just left school at the age of nineteen and had a whole summer before starting uni in October. I was off to France for a month and in the 60s that was a big adventure, I couldn’t wait. Having been cloistered in a boys boarding school for the last five years I was now off to explore the world, well northern France at least.

We had relatives there and I was going to spend my first month in a chateau just outside Amiens. Chateau sounds very grand and thanks to TV, if not schoolboy French, it doesn’t mean castle. It in fact means a gentleman’s residence, substantial for sure, but no portcullis or draw bridge.

 

Karen Saves The Universe: Part 3

Karen Embarks on a cure campaign.

Based on a post by LingeringAfterthought, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Karen sighed, "Might as well. Let's go kill the libido of an entire civilization, Holland."

Holland took her arm and soon the cell where she was held disappeared and another space formed around them. Captain Hemsworth and several crew members from the ship stood nearby, as well as Ensign Holland who was still holding her arm, reassuringly. Looking around, Karen saw that they were in what appeared to be a sound-booth of sorts. One crewmember activated some equipment and moved one protruding tentacle closer to Karen's mouth and another toward Captain Hemsworth's.

 

Karen Saves The Universe: Part 2

Can a strange marriage survive?

Based on a post by LingeringAfterthought, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

I want you, Red. I need to make you mine; mine forever. I've never felt like this before; I know I never will again. Marry me." Cal pleaded.

"I;” Karen murmured, glancing around their group to make sure she wouldn't be overheard, "I don't know what to say. You're wonderful; and you've done so much for me, but this has all been so fast. We're still just getting to know each other; and half the time it doesn't even make sense to me why you would want me; but I; I just; can I just finish school?" she asked.

"How you can even think about school when someone like me is ready to give you everything you ever wanted, to take care of you completely, it's just crazy;” Cal murmured, sliding his hand up between her legs and brushing along the edge of her panties.

 

Karen Saves The Universe: Part 1

Desperate aliens kidnap a Karen to save their world!

Based on a post by LingeringAfterthought, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

On the starship Onan, the Priamites dubiously watched the screen display the creature. Dr. Fehr's algorithm had brought them trekking across the galaxy to a smallish, blue planet around an unimpressive star. While there was no denying the power emitted by the angry, festering organic matter before them, the thought of containing it and bringing it back to Priam was daunting. Still, the fate of their world hung upon the success of their mission.

"Do we have; uh; audio yet, Lieutenant Cavill?" Captain Hemsworth said, pausing briefly to joylessly ejaculate into his cumsuit, which quickly reclaimed the essence he emitted and channeled it into one of the suit's containment pouches to be resorbed as nourishment.

Matching Day: Part 2

The struggle for honesty, and the grace to accept..

Based on a post by SmallTownPrincess, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.

"So, tell me about your family, Mason," Livia said, tracing the lines of his palm with one finger. How long had they been out there? Although it felt like she'd been with Mason for only a few minutes, at most, she was deathly afraid that dawn would break soon, and they would have to part ways, sneaking back into their respective beds.

"Oh, they're nothing special," he said with a shrug. "My father's done pretty well for us with inter-community trade, and my mother's a self-proclaimed busybody. I have two little sisters who must hate me, for all the grief they cause me, and a cat that only eats because I ask him to every day."

Matching Day: Part 1

To love risks more than just her heart.

Based on a post by SmallTownPrincess, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.

Girls spend their entire lives looking forward to the fateful Matching Day - and whether or not they will admit it, boys, too, have at least a healthy curiosity. It's so reassuring, knowing that in your eighteenth year, you and your age-mates will be paired off, brought together with another from their own community or a surrounding one that match them perfectly. No song-and-dance dating rituals, like the ones in the books Livia liked to read, no old maids, no riotous bachelors; just simple, comforting compatibility.

"Have you heard?" The hushed, conspiratorial tones issued from the pink-lacquered lips of Livia's best friend, Mara.

 

The Funeral Courtship

Abandoned Childhood wishes, finally fulfilled.

Based on a post by secret sexy writer. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.

I had known Alex Newberry my entire life. He was the boy down the street during my childhood, the boy behind me throughout school, and the boy who I always wished would see me as more than just "one of the boys." Especially since I was a girl.

But I'd never pressed for anything more. I didn't want to ruin our friendship. His family was my second family. Even his nana considered me as her granddaughter.

We'd stayed in touch even after I left town to pursue a new career. Throughout the year, we would exchange Emails and sometimes the occasional text. Only at my birthday and on Christmas did I receive snail mail from him. They were always hilarious and always perfect.

Stranger By the Sea

Sexual encounters on the beach lead to a revelation.

by Pearce_R_Daly. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

 

Cape Cod in late August is quite beautiful. The world has settled into summer, everything slows down, in the mind the knowledge of the coming end of the season is muted. One’s body adjusts to the temperatures and the sun’s bathing rays leave a feeling of being embraced by the season; wholesomely healthy. After a day’s play, the sun settles to a warm evening, a glass of wine, and perhaps a bit of nakedness…unless you are alone.