By Liminally Spaced. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
What a woman.
"I love you," Sam said with a big, bewildered smile.
"I love you too," she said, cuddling next to him to kiss him. They held each other there for a moment in silence, until curiosity got the better of Sam.
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Cathy felt closer than ever to her husband of 15 years, a warmth growing inside her at how open he was with her about his loves and his losses. She felt bad that his upbringing denied him sharing such a sweet moment with a friend. As she drifted off to sleep, she felt bad for Jess that she didn't get to taste his cum. Cathy knew the taste. She didn't love the taste, but she missed the taste.
By Liminally Spaced. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
She had never in their relationship questioned her love and commitment to this man, and as they lie there in each other s arms, drifting off to sleep, she knew there was nothing but excitement and pleasure ahead of them on this new erotic adventure.
She had told him what she wanted, she couldn't wait to find out what he wanted. And she had a pretty good idea of where to start.
"Oh, fuck, oh, Fuck, yes; fuck me, fuck me!"
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It was Wednesday, so that meant that Pastor Sam McGinnis and his wife Cathy should have been having sex, not sitting on opposite sides of the living room watching tv.
Cathy felt a familiar, pleasant flutter emanate from her loins, one spurred on by the handsome lead actor in their favorite show. As the credits rolled, she turned her frisky eyes to her husband of 15 years, the father of their beautiful teenage daughter Christine, her lover, her partner, her absolute soul mate, and found him quietly asleep.
I was lost in my own little world on the way to a wilderness reserve, excited about resuming my boudoir photography hobby. One of the nation's most beautiful un-discovered beautiful young women was joining me, as my first model for a charity calendar project.
It was just after 4am on a cool summer morning. Our chatting went silent for a few minutes but then I had a crazy idea.
My name's Steve Potter. For the last thirty odd years I've been a pub manager. For the last seven years I've managed the Wayward Inn, an historic coaching Inn that has apparently hosted both royalty and rogue bandits over its checkered history. It no longer offers lodging accommodation, so is more just a pub, but the history is still interesting and a great pull for visitors.
Back in the casting room, Fernando's eyes were glued to Tiffany's voluptuous chest as she strutted in, her tits barely contained by a lace and satin camisole. He could see the outline of her hard nipples poking through the fabric, and he licked his lips in anticipation.
She was a perfect tit; er, fit, with her youthful, rebellious look and a set of nipple piercings that screamed 'fuck me'.
"Alright, Tiffany," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "Let's get you comfortable."
He motioned for her to sit on the couch, his eyes never leaving her. She giggled and sat, crossing her legs in a way that made her girlish pleated skirt ride up, revealing the tops of her fishnet stockings. He cleared his throat and started asking her questions, trying to get a sense of what she was willing to do on camera.
Susie Sukmoore drives her SUV to the back of the warehouse and punches a code at the key pad. The garage door opens and she drives in, parking next to the other 7 cars. The garage door closes and she exits the vehicle, walking to the door which leads down a long hall with windowed doors on each side. The fake business sign out in the front side of the warehouse says “Teezor & Teezor Ventures LLC.” But no one ever uses that entry. It's always locked and the few windows are blacked out.
Security and anonymity is essential to their real enterprise, Trade name, Passion Productions.
Susie is a rising star at this studio.
She started acting in porn at 18. Now, at 21, she's part of a growing talent pool. But the industry has a short average career span, so Kyle and Emily are always hunting for fresh talent with the best attributes. She's blonde and short, but very sultry with natural-looking E cup tits. Of course her pussy is shaved and luscious.
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.
"Yeah. I think so," she said, rolling over on the bed to look at me. "I wish I wasn't so fat."
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.
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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.
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by horn pixy. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.
Based on a post by Josh stone, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time.
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.
Based on a post by Josh stone, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time.
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 .
"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."
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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“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.
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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.
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"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.
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"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.
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.