A Night in Woodland Campground: Part 2

Accosted by a cougar, then a night with a virgin.

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.

A Night in Woodland Campground: Part 1

Staying in a quiet campground may not be so quiet.

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.

The Librarian: Part 4

Tough Guy.

 by horn pixy. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

What do you think? he asked as she lifted the glass to her lips. She took a sip and her tongue tasted a drop that was left behind on her bottom lip.
Not bad, she said. Not bad at all, barman. Got any other surprises for me?
Sure do. Just come round back and step into my office for a minute or so.
Ignoring the looks of his staff as he abandoned them to the crush of too many customers, he lifted the counter for her to follow him behind the bar. His hand low on her back, he guided her into the back of the building, to the room that housed his office. There was a solid wooden desk with a chair on each side and a computer stand on the other side. He closed and locked the door behind him and stood with his hands in his pockets as she surveyed the room.

The Librarian: Part 3

Explorations Commence.

 by horn pixy. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

My tongue? she said, sounding a little squeaky.
Yes, Emily. Slip it in my mouth.
There was a moment of silence, and then she asked, why?

I want to show you something delicious, he said, and instead of the pity he might have expected when he realized that she had never done this, he only felt a primal, primitive male pride to be the one to teach her, to show her.

He felt her warm little tongue pressing hesitatingly against his lips and opened them, sucking it hard inside his mouth.
Oh my, she gasped; or tried to, anyway; and he grinned a little in pure satisfaction.
Good, huh? he asked after he let go.
Uhm, she muttered.
Want to do it again?

The Librarian: Part 2

About Last Night

 by horn pixy. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

Well, she thought almost bitterly as she got dressed in sweatpants and a plain black sweater that was soft and a little loose after her latest, and to date most successful, weight-loss plan. She considered shoes, but settled for her fluffy pink slippers instead. So much for her brilliant theory. She had sat there for hours and hours on the most uncomfortable stool ever, drinking glass after glass of whiskey because she didn t know what else to order and was too shy to ask. And nobody; not even one man; had shown any interest in her. The only one who talked at her at all was the hot bartender, who

The Librarian: Part 1

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Camping In Ireland: Part 2

A tale of firsts, set on a rainy camping trip, among young friends.

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

The Night Storm

They stood in the dunes, feeling the sensation returning slowly to their clammy bodies. She grasped the two ends of the massive sheet together, behind his shoulder blades.

Then she stood up on tiptoes slightly, and his thumbs slipped slightly into under the elastic of her pants. She gave a sigh, relaxing into his embrace, and he instinctively pushed her wet knickers down, feeling as they rolled over on themselves as they slipped down her ass. He followed by pulling her wet tee shirt up over her shoulders, where she tugged it over her head, and tossed back by the bags.

Camping In Ireland: Part 1

A tale of firsts, set on a rainy camping trip, among young friends.

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

The Night Storm

Surrounded by flimsy, billowing nylon, the wind howled outside. The fly sheet occasionally touching the inner when the buffeting storm blew strongly enough, and patches of damp were beginning to appear where the outside was attempting to breach the inner. The light was fading outside and somehow the dankness of the evening was everywhere within. He stayed at the campsite while the others had headed for the village in the coast of Southwest Ireland. Local lads had told of a party, beer, and opportunity .

National Nude Daisy: Part 3

National Nude Daisy: Part 3

Nude Daisy Saves The Day For her boss.

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

The Desperate Plea. T Plus 4:50

"Tell me."

"Why go through all the hassle of coming out here naked, to just hide away in a park?" I ask, meeting Eliza's gaze. "Was that the whole plan? Or am I the only one who is; was enjoying herself?"

"The only thing I've really enjoyed was watching you," Bella says. "I'm quite ready to throw my dress back on and go home."

National Nude Daisy: Part 2

National Nude Daisy: Part 2

A timid waitress travels nude on the metro train.

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

The train pulls in at the next station, and I'm forced to move away from the door. I grab the handle as if my life depends on it, and watch each face as it steps on. First, they gaze at me, then the others, then they awkwardly find a place to stand.

I try to make room, and it's not as though I take up a lot of it, but there isn't much to go around. The soft scratch of clothing as people push past leaves a ghost of sensation on my skin. I remember what it was like to have clothes on. I should have them on now. I shuffle my bare feet inward, toes resting on toes. Last thing I need is to be stomped on, especially likely considering the only handle was the vertical bar in the middle of the section.

A warm hand brushes against mine and, looking up, I see a young man in a cheap suit quickly averting his gaze.

National Nude Daisy: Part 1

National Nude Daisy: Part 1

A timid waitress dares to bare all on national nude day.

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

Daisy: T minus 8 hours.

I spray cleaner over the table and start wiping. My thin chiffon black shirt rides up, letting the cold metal kiss the strip of exposed skin. I gasp, and my stomach flinches away, but settles against the cool surface. My five-foot-nothing frame can barely reach into the corners, so I rise onto my toes and stretch, raising my hips above the table's edge, and almost folding myself in half.

Perfect.

Gives the people milling about behind me an exaggerated view of my lack-of-ass. I'm fucking 23 years old! Someone tell my ass that it's not on a teenager anymore.

The last customer is dawdling on his way out, and Samantha's work smile twitches on her face as she inches the door closed on the unwanted conversation.

I don't share her enthusiasm.

Saving Ourselves For Marriage: Part 3

More Valentines Days.

Based on a post by Architect 23 94, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

The guilt provoked by Mr. Jacobs' observation was fleeting, and Emily texted me 3 days later, "Can we have another Valentine's Day tonight?"

It was clear that the charade was over, and 'Valentine's Day' was her chosen euphemism for spending less-than-wholesome time together. Our relationship had become a dichotomy of two very different and compartmentalized romances. One of a pure and honorable public courtship, and the other of two young lovers clandestinely exploring physical passions.

Saving Ourselves For Marriage: Part 2

Next Generation Discipleship and Social Group.

Based on a post by Architect 23 94, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

As it turned out, I would learn a lot more about the subject during NG group a couple weeks later. The study that week was on 'integrity in relationships'. The study material was pretty general and covered all kinds of relationships, both social and business. However, discussion among the unmarried college students naturally morphed into a dialogue of biblical perspectives on dating relationships and sexual purity.

The group consisted of students from very conservative Powell College, so the conversation was much what you would expect in terms of defining physical boundaries in dating relationships, avoiding temptation, abstaining from pre-marital sex, etc.

Emily was sitting a few chairs to my right and noticeably fidgeted with her Bible cover while others talked about various 'Christian' guidelines for dating. She listened politely to several volleys of points and counterpoints before adding her own perspective to the conversation.

Saving Ourselves For Marriage: Part 1

Two young Christians exploring love and passion.

Based on a post by Architect 23 94, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

I sit naked in an overstuffed leather armchair absorbing my surreal surroundings.

The remnant scents of crushed rose petals and last night's love making fill my nostrils while the gentle glow of dawn filters through leaded glass windows and sheer drapery. Gold-leaf picture frames and an antique clock face give off a slight radiance that contrast against the historic mansion's otherwise dark furnishings and wood paneling. Of everything in the room, the object most strikingly highlighted by the soft illumination is Emily's smooth alabaster leg extending from underneath the king size bed's dark duvet cover. The room is silent except for faint, deep breaths of slumber emanating from beneath the duvet.

How Chloe Finally Got Some: Part 2

How Chloe Finally Got Some: Part 2

Chloe Goes Bat-Shit Crazy, then resorts to stalking.

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

Chloe hopped out of bed and went to grab the drinks. On the way to the kitchen she thought not only had she not had Dave use a condom but she had him in her apartment. Both of those were pretty high on her list of things not to do. Her well-fucked cunt was leaking a long stream of juice down past her knees, by the time she had refreshments dished up. When she came back with the beverages she also had a bowl full of red and green grapes. They sat cross legged on the bed and ate the grapes and re-hydrated.

How Chloe Finally Got Some: Part 1

How Chloe Finally Got Some: Part 1

What does a hot girl have to do, to get some loving?

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

“Jesus Cats!”

Chloe thought to herself as she slowly walked home on Saturday night, it shouldn't be this hard to get laid. At twenty four you would think she would have enough experience to be able to pick up a guy. It certainly wasn't from lack of trying.

She was a reasonably good looking gal. An old boyfriend had once said she was 'girl next door cute'. Her blue eyes and highlighted natural black hair looked good on her thin face. She always thought her legs and firm little butt, were her best features. One of her work perks was a gym membership, she took full advantage and kept in good shape.

Scholarly Dames

Two stories of scholarly lasses with healthy libidos.

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Stimulating Reading

Sexual adventures amid the bookshelves.

Unlocking the big oak doors, Emily glances up at the Spring sun filtering through the stained-glass windows of the 'Institute'. Originally endowed by a Victorian benefactor, now part of a modern university, this old building goes unnoticed by most people passing by on this bright 1993 morning.

Helping the Karlssons: Part 3.

Variations, before the church girls return to Father.

Based on a post by m jar 65. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.

"Do you like girls touching you?" asked Summer as she ran her fingertips over the shaft.

Tim simply smiled in reply and she traced her fingers over his ridges and veins.

"I've never really looked at a man's cock before," she murmured. "Yours looks gorgeous."

That compliment caused Tim's cock to pulse and harden. Summer did not miss the effect her words and touch had on him. But her eyes were on a new prize.

Helping the Karlssons: Part 2.

The young sisters take it further with the summer help.

Based on a post by m jar 65. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.

"Tim; Tim, I can't take any more," poor Summer gasped after uncountable orgasms. "I want your cock."

The young man happily rolled onto his back as Summer scurried down the bed. Still somewhat innocent, she understood what he needed. Eager, and confident, she grabbed him by the base of his shaft and took a good look.

Helping the Karlssons: Part 1.

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The Gullible Neighbor: Part 2.

Being a Study Partner with an innocent busty goddess.

Based on a post by Magnus Bane Ragnor. Listen to the ►Podcast at My First Time.

"Eh, Jim?"

"Yes, Emma."

"I am so excited to study these techniques! Your mouth therapy did so much to improve my tense muscle constrictions. But I think your swelling is acting up again." said Emma, pointing at his crotch.

Jim, still embarrassed by it, quickly tried to cover it up with his hands.

The Gullible Neighbor: Part 1.

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The Flu: A Pandemic Escape on a Sex Farm

Lusty young immigrants escape global plague on a Wisconsin farm.

By MVP6.  Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Ustin and Manon met while on holiday in Prague and fell in love at first sight. Ustin was Russian and Manon was French. He loved Manon's impulsive ways and she loved his strong resilience. They were the poster-couple for young beauty, love, and little more than dreams.

Other than the language of love the only words they shared in common were a smattering of Portuguese. Nevertheless, theirs was a whirlwind romance ending in engagement after two short weeks.

They were back in Shuvalovka by the end of the next week, getting married the very next morning.

In the Recovery Room.

Nurse had unique method to help with his recovery.

Based on a post by yellowjacket 66. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.

The Emergency Room.

I was almost totally out of it. I was in the recovery room at the hospital after knee surgery. I'd messed up my ACL after a fall in the shower. The doctor was attempting to reattach some ligaments and muscles. I hoped it would ease the pain I'd been having and restore the strength in my knee. I'd been less than cooperative in the pre-op exam, when the surgeon asked me a series of questions about how the ligament tear had happened.

The full truth is; my wife slipped while I was pumping it into her ass from behind. I tried to catch her when her other leg slipped. In just a fraction of a second, I was on my ass, screaming in pain and her ass had landed on my left knee. A hot searing pain consumed me.

Home Sex Education

Stepbrother Introduces me to Handy Orgasms.

by tinman69s. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

My name is Debbie and I am now 22 years old and a senior at college and single, thank goodness! This is my last year here at college and I sure do hate to leave here. But that is another story!

First, I want to tell you about my initiation into womanhood, if you want to call it that.