Based on a post by MoonlitOpal. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.
On a beautiful late October afternoon, Sam and I decided to eat lunch outside the call center where we worked. Sitting on a wooden bench near the building entrance, we dug into the sandwiches we'd brought from home.
By Blacksheep. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
It is the Year of Our Lord 1760, and the roads leading to and from London be the most perilous for any traveler. Hounslow Heath being a favorite haunt of the highwayman and footpad. Folly indeed, for the unwary to wander alone. And London be a very wicked place, so it hath been told, with whores, beggars and cutpurses on every street corner,
A Series in 17 parts, By Blacksheep. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Christmas was fast approaching, and festive events were in full swing at St. Michael's Church.
"Well not long to go until Jesus' birthday," Reverend Morris smiled as he and Jenna finished putting up their Christmas decorations. "Just two weeks. Which reminds me, there's another very special person's birthday a week before the festive season, "
"Oh yes. I'd forgotten!" Jenna replied.
"Jenna my love, it's your 21st! You can't forget something like that. I want it to be a truly memorable birthday for you. Is there anything in particular you'd really, really like? Please give it some thought. Turning 21 is a milestone."
A Series in 17 parts, By Blacksheep. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Jenna took a deep breath as she approached Oakwood Road Methodist Church.
"Are you sure you don't want me to come in with you?" Reverend Morris asked.
She patted his shoulder. "I'll be fine Simon. You don't need to worry. It's the ghost of John Wesley, not Jack the Ripper. This is exciting! I hope he'll appear!"
A Series in 17 parts, By Blacksheep. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.
On Monday afternoon, a letter arrived at the vicarage that took Reverend Morris by surprise.
"I don't believe this!" He gasped, reading the letter out loud to Jenna. "It's from Bishop George. He says that Justin Welby, the Archbishop of Canterbury is planning to visit next week."
"Whoa, " Jenna spluttered.
A Series in 17 parts, By Blacksheep. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.
A sequel to "Jenna Goes to Church. More fun with the ever-horny Jenna and the good chaps of St. Michael's church and beyond!
A full year had passed since Jenna Fox had started attending St Michael's church. During that time, she'd carried out God's work and in the true Christian spirit, brought much happiness to several male members of the church, thus helping them to become better Christians. In her new role as a vicar's wife, she finds there are still many other men of the church in need of guidance,
In 2 parts, based on the works of Bobbi R. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Leah looked at us both, Rachel still laying astride me. You look amazing together, she smiled. That's the first time I've watched two people fucking. It's fantastic.
I loved you being here, said her sister. It was like you really love us.
I do love you. Leah turned to me. Are you okay, darling Jake? Did you like that?'
In 2 parts, based on the work of Bobbi R. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.
My wife is a wonderful woman. We married when I was thirty-six and she was thirty-five. We'd both been through first marriages that had gone sour and I knew almost from the moment I met her that this one was going to be for the rest my life. My first marriage had been a disaster: I wanted kids but she didn't; I was a romantic, she was more hard-headed; yet she was the one who went into fits of jealousy every time I so much as talked to another woman. The sex wasn't that great either. It couldn't last and we divorced after only five years.
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Jason Trevor was laying in bed, unable to sleep. It was the middle of the night. How could he sleep after what happened that afternoon? He never imagined she was real, until she rescued him. And what a rescue it was!
He remembered every detail. Jason was returning to his car after a workout at the gym. He was comfortable in a small pair of nylon red jogging shorts and a yellow tank top that showed off his muscular frame. He was an impressive young man and had the eye of many young women especially in those sensational shorts.
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.
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the first annual adult re-telling of popular nursery rhymes. If we could all move in, past the foyer, that's it, all the way in so we may close the doors and get started. Excellent. Well, let's get started shall we. Firstly, I would like to thank the Erotic Arts Society for providing us with the use of their theater spaces and equipment. Without their generous assistance we would not be able to put on this event.
This evening will consist of several nursery rhymes re-told with an adult twist. Refreshments will be provided throughout the evening and tea and coffee is available free of charge. You will also find a bar to the right of the theater room where you are able to purchase alcoholic beverages for the evening. Waiter service will also be provided if you find you are unable to leave your chosen seating.
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.
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The thin curtain between the living and the dead realms is weakest on All Saints Eve. Wraiths like me begin to cross into the living domain at the stroke of local midnight, but at the 3AM. witching hour, the veil briefly ceases to exist. For one hour, we can easily cross both ways. At midnight on All Saints Day, the curtain becomes impenetrable and we are stuck on either side until the next Halloween.
Rachel was supremely confident. She usually wins when they play poker. Sofia is good too, but Rachel somehow usually has better luck than the ginger and always ends up with the slightly better cards than her.
Sofia also knows that most of the time Rachel has better luck than her, but not today. With a smirk on her face, Sofia reveals her hand. "Four of a kind," she tells her friend, grinning like a Cheshire Cat.
Sofia left her brother with a couple of bodyguards after telling them to make sure that he doesn't run off again. She got in her car and slowly followed Murphy back to the high school, at a distance. She already logged her independent training laps for the track team, during the lunch break so she can care for Shane when he got home from his school. She’s only going to the practice because she wants Rachel to properly introduce them, so that she can worm her way into Murphy's life. She has it so bad for him right now and can't think of anything else other than losing her virginity to the hero. Rachel is her best friend but Sofia is prepared to cross that red line if she can persuade Murphy to be with her. As she sees him going toward the track, she drives into the parking lot and approaches Rachel and the team from another direction
Murphy groaned as he reached over with his hand to switch the alarm clock off. He liked going to school but hated waking up so early for that. It is really necessary though. There is simply no other choice for him. The new school is a bit far from his house and he has to leave early if he wants to get there in time. He quickly got into the shower stall and showered as quickly as he could. The boy also looked for something to wear to school while he does so. Despite being able to afford it, he isn't picky about what he wears. He’s slender, handsome, and introverted. He’s a late bloomer and still growing, despite turning 18 just two weeks ago. The fall semester at Edison High started last week.
Based on a post by Fugman. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.
I have always loved fall, the colors, Halloween and the comfortable temperatures, but now I have a new reason to love Autumn. I started seeing this girl at the end of July, and we just clicked, everything in her personality was just what I wanted and needed. Mel is a gentle soul, loving, caring, and very beautiful. We ve been dating now for a few months and things have been going great between us, we always have a great time when were together, whether it is going out to concerts or a movie, or staying in and watching TV together, she is just a pleasure to be with.
Based on a post by ron de, in 5 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Connected.
Ester smiled then.
"Have you not seen the crack in the wall that separates our bedrooms?"
I had been found out not because of my handkerchief. A crack in the wall had exposed what I had done. There was no other course than to admit it.
"You have watched me through that crack?"
Ester nodded.
Based on a post by ron de, in 5 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Connected.
Grace chuckled.
"He is skilled at mending holes in buckets, but he is not very skilled in other things. He does not understand how the two of us may live here together without a man."
Elizabeth smiled.
"Such would believe any man. They are so proud of their own abilities they could not listen to an alternative."
I felt the need to interrupt. I was more than willing to listen.
Based on a post by ron de, in 5 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Connected.
The heavy heart I had upon leaving Honiton and Estelle brightened some as I walked along the road. The day was warm and sunny, and I had a feeling of freedom I'd not had for six years. During my apprenticeship, it was a requirement that I eat, sleep, and work according to the schedule of Master Eaton. His schedule even dictated the times when Estelle and I might engage in the skills she taught me, for we could do so only when he was absent from the workshop.
Based on a post by ron de, in 5 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Connected.
"I feel a wetness."
Estelle sighed as my fingertip again stroked between her puffy outer lips.
"Yes, it is because you are arousing my passions. The flow will increase as I become more excited. It is so to ease the passage of your cock when that time comes."
I confess I was ready for that time to come at that moment, but refrained from acting upon that urge. Instead, I continued my examination of Estelle's cunny, for having never seen one, I was very curious.
Based on a post by ron de, in 5 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Connected.
I write this memoir to leave somewhat of a legacy to future generations, for my trade, like many, will no doubt be replaced by the mindless machines already in use for the making of pots, pans, and other tin plate work. Some will no doubt shake their heads at parts of this tale, though I make no excuses for it. Such has been my life so far, and it was a life lived to the fullest extent possible. To have done otherwise would mean I would suffer the regrets common to people who have lived a life of propriety until old age and therefore barren of excitement and adventure.
Based on a post by Lingering Afterthought, in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.
By the time Halloween rolled around, I was in a better mood. I'd gotten a job at the Admissions Department, which was just a five-minute walk from the Student's Cooperative where I'd found a room for less than half of what I was paying for the dorm overflow apartment. As Suki described it before she passed on applying for a vacancy, it was "like a bunch of goddamn hippies took over a frat house!" I didn't mind it so much. People were nice there and it felt more like a home than an apartment or dorm complex did. Even better, the house had a massive kitchen.
Surprising everyone who knew him, Kurt actually got his shit together. He got a job as a waiter at a local French Bistro, which was perfect because chatting up customers was effortless for him, and as long as he delivered the right food, people loved him. He also got a phone and enrolled in extension courses with a Fine Arts major. At the end of the November, he was going to start renting a room at the same Co-Op where I lived.
Quite by accident, I'd also gotten a second job. With the low rent at the Co-Op, I didn't really need it, but still; I loved it.
Based on a post by Lingering Afterthought, in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.
Warm and safe, the love of my life inside me and wrapped around me, I slept the blissful sleep of the newly-deflowered. I dreamed I was running through the streets in a downpour, the water drenching me, but I was almost weightless and practically flew along on my swift bare feet without fear of harm. The rain stopped suddenly, and I was alone at the base of a majestic temple, a mountain of stairs leading to pillars that were shrouded in darkness.
With barely a thought, I climbed the stairs and found myself at the top next to one of the stone columns. The darkness was alive, nervous, convincing me of things that were there and not there at the same time. I pressed my face against the stone pillar, its cold smoothness reassuring me that it had no surprises for me; it had no life. Then, out of the darkness, I heard footsteps approaching. The sound echoing on the stone edifices around me, it felt like the footsteps were coming from everywhere at once.
I felt a slight tickle, a warm wiggling itch, begin to dance over the bare skin of the back of my neck.