Reconnecting with an Ex starts an interesting journey.
by LoveThighHigh. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
I am going to share with you the story of my sexual discovery. I don’t know how many parts there will be, as every time my mind drifts through my memories, there seems to be endless moments that seem important and have left an indelible mark on my sexual journey, but I will try and be brief.
By neruval442. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Her mother appeared from the kitchen. "Oh, hi, Tim."
Beth glanced at me, then held out her hand to her mother. "Look, Mom, Tim and I got engaged."
I watched, my anticipation suddenly turning sour in my stomach as her mother's face changed, her expression twisting. "Really? At your age?"
By neruval442. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
I woke to a feeling of bliss, still flanked by two beautiful women, one of them my beloved Beth. She smiled as she always did when we woke together. "Hi."
"Hi yourself."
I felt Francesca stirring. "Buongiorno" she wished us as she stretched luxuriantly.
She sat up, and as always I couldn't help my eyes being drawn to her breasts. "Such a lovely day," she observed as the sunlight slanted in through the gap in the curtains.
Beth nodded. "Perhaps we could all go out somewhere?"
By neruval442. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
I woke the next morning to the smell of bacon, and Beth appeared in the doorway with a tray. "Thought I'd treat you," she grinned, sitting on the edge of the bed.
I bit into a bacon sandwich. "Um."
Beth picked up her mug, sipping, and I detected a hint of anxiety in her expression. "Are you Okay?" I queried.
"I'm fine, really. But Mom will be back later, and I'm not sure how she'd feel if you stayed over again."
I nodded. "Do you want to tell her about, well, about us?"
Beth puzzled for a few moments. "Of course I want her to know."
By neruval442. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Beth and I have known each other literally forever. We met at preschool, and I can truthfully say I have no earlier memory than her smiling face asking my name as we stood on the school playground waiting to go into our first lesson. We were inseparable through that school and into the primary school, somehow always ending up in the same class, sitting on the same table for reading and drawing when we could. The fact that she was a girl and I was a boy generated mild comment, but the consensus was that these days it was all to the good that kids, especially so young, didn't seem to discriminate when choosing friends.
A 2-part story By Requiax. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
So I was feeling euphoric as I continued on my way back to my family's vacated house. This whole experience had been a fantasy of mine for a long time; that it was going so well in reality was giving me even more confidence.
So, I didn't hear the car pull in behind me. Not until the flash of blue lights and the peal of the siren, anyway!
I jumped, and turned. I was on a quiet road, no other people or traffic; but a police cruiser had just pulled up to the curb right where I was walking!
A 2-part story By Requiax. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
My parents and my kid sister had already driven off, following the truck from the moving company, filled with all our things.
I grew up in this house and came of age here, but we were finally moving. My dad's work had taken him to a new state, and a new home, and the family was going with him.
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.
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?”
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.
A failing marriage, a caring man, and a new life.
In 4 parts, 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.”
“I think it would be worth discussing over a hot cup of coffee,” I quipped.
“Indeed.”
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?”
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?
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.
by Eeveelynn. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
“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 MarthaMcKinley. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
The prickling feeling was getting more painful especially right above my pubic bone, a sign of the sun doing its damaging, yet tan-inducing, thing. I could also feel little beads of perspiration appearing on my abdomen, another indicator that this 85° day in May was a good choice for lying out in my backyard; naked. A large beach towel kept the annoying little critters from scaling the grass blades to climb onto me, guaranteeing that I could have a peaceful thirty minutes in the sun.
Based on posts by Big galoot, in 6 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
We all sat there a little lost for words, Annie eventually saying "Well I'd sign up just for the views in the garden."
We all smiled at this before Suzi said, "Do you think she did that all off the top of her head, unscripted and unplanned."
I nodded before saying "I think so, she just a complete natural. She manages to combine a relaxed wholesomeness with an incredible sexuality."
Annie laughed, "Dave, When did you become so articulate?"
"I know what you mean; normally he just rubs his cock like an ape and says 'I'd like to fuck that'.
Based on posts by Big galoot, in 6 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
The naturist photoshoot was much more fun than I anticipated. It gave license to delightful ‘touchiness’. As we were catching our breaths and chatting James was looking through his shots, "I think I have some great ones. What next Muriel?" He was definitely getting into his stride.
"I think David should chase me but I'm old and will be easy to catch, I think he should chase me with Annie on his back."
I wasn't expecting that and nor was Annie but she was the first to respond, "sounds like fun."
Based on posts by Big galoot, in 6 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
The three of us found ourselves sat naked, prim and properly behind our booth.
As you can imagine our booth was very popular, and you can't keep a good man or woman for that matter down. Everyone was very polite asking the same, repetitive questions. Many complimenting Suzi and Muriel.
"I'm bored." Said Suzi and we agreed that it was getting tedious and quite anti-climactic. "I have an idea, I'll do it first, then you have to follow."
"What?" I perked up.
"Wait and see, I'm waiting for a dishy man to come along."
She didn't have to wait long, before a well-built local lad sauntered over.
Based on posts by Big galoot, in 6 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
On Thursday, Geri phoned. She spoke with Muriel for a while before being handed back to me,
"How you doing?" Geri asked.
"Good. A strangely odd week, very hard for poor Muriel; but we're getting there."
"How's the resort looking, have you got many bookings."
"I think there's a couple for this weekend and Suzi and I are going to sort out the chalets tomorrow for them. A few more next weekend, after that I don't know, why?"
" Remember I said I'd ask around, see if anyone had any ideas."
Based on posts by Big galoot, in 6 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
My first impressions were of amazing greenness, green grass, green edges, green trees. To my city-boy eyes, this looked like the Garden of Eden, albeit a very unkempt garden of Eden.
Jim came to greet us as the car stopped and it was obvious that he had had something like a stroke, walking with a stick and one hand held spastically into his side.
"Jim, this is David and Suzi, that I was telling you about. They've come to see if they would like to work here."
Jim barely glanced at me before turning to Suzi and virtually undressing her with his eyes. "Young totty," is what I think he said, although it wasn't clear, Muriel blushed a bit before saying "Jim that isn't appropriate. You'll have to excuse him, the stroke has caused a bit of a change in personality as well as the more obvious effects. Jim was always a bit saucy but now seems to have no filter."