Homeless Jenny: Part 3 

My life changes dramatically. Wow, does it ever!

by Sénor Longo. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

We left the airport at 12:43 and pulled up in front of the Plaza fifty-one minutes later. The bell staff couldn’t get to our bags fast enough. Ten minutes later we had registered and were shown into our suite. It was exactly as requested; more than nine floors above the street with views of Central Park just across the street. I locked our few valuables in the safe and we removed our clothes to the dresser and closet.

Once that was done we went down in the elevator so we could get Lady into the park. I had brought a garden trowel and a supply of plastic bags to dispose of her wastes. Her bowls and a ten pound bag of Dog Chow would do for the next five days. We crossed at the light and stepped into the park.

Homeless Jenny: Part 2 

Jenny moves in. I make some important changes.

by Sénor Longo. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

 Soon enough we were driving south on US-17, the main road through virtually every town between here and Charleston. Five minutes later I pulled into the big parking lot at the PGA Superstore. Golfsmith was right across the street. “How do you know which one to go to,” Jenny asked.

“It really doesn’t matter that much. Their prices are virtually identical, but here they’ll fit the clubs to you. That’s important. I’ll explain that you’re a novice so the salesman will spend like forever with us. You’ll see.” I took her hand and led her into the big store. The one difference between the two stores was that this one also sold clothing and equipment for tennis. I had no interest in that. Sometimes I could barely hit a stationary golf ball.

Homeless Jenny: Part 1 

I meet and befriend a homeless woman.

by Sénor Longo. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

CHAPTER 1.

It was the sign I saw first. “HOMELESS,” it said; just some marker on a torn sheet of cardboard about three feet high and less than two wide. “Anything will help. Please!” I looked around at the modern shopping center and the hundreds of mostly new cars and wondered not for the first time how something like this could happen. Then I wondered what would happen tonight when the temperature was supposed to go down to 23; nine degrees below freezing. By this time I had driven my Honda Accord past the unfortunate guy and was on the way to the highway.

Runways: Part 6

Man’s escape to the fishing hole

By m storyman x – listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

I pushed the boat away and motored almost silently down about half the length of the lake to a nice weed bed, and started to work a small fly along the edges of the weeds.

The rain started less than two hours later, but I was ready for it, mostly. I pulled on the rain suit I'd taken along to fend off the ice cold drops. The cold began to seep through the light weight rain suit as the temperature dropped precipitously, easily down over a dozen degrees in the first twenty minutes. This storm had all the earmarks of one intending to stay for a while.

Runways: Part 5

Jealously Among Women

By m storyman x – listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

"Well. Glad you're having such a good time fucking him. I guess you don't really need me for anything then, do you?" Amy snapped angrily as she pushed away from the table and got up. She walked out of the cabin in nothing but her shoes, the screen door slamming loudly as she left.

"Oh. I better go talk to her," Kim said quietly as she got up. "It'll be alright. I promise."

"Sure," I said as she headed toward the door her friend had just left through. How could things have gone so wrong? I'll admit that I'd had more than a few fantasies on the way to Chicago and back about having sex with both of them, but suddenly the person I was most interested in having a relationship with was the person that seemed most upset by the fact that Kim and I were having sex.

Runways: Part 4

Amy’s Trip to the Rockies

By m storyman x – listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

"All I know is she wanted you to follow the directions in the note. I have no idea what it is, but as long as it doesn't crash the plane, I'd say it'd be best to do them. I mean you know how damn irritating she can get when her suggestions aren't followed."

"Suggestions? Is that what you call em?"

"She thinks they're suggestions." I chuckled.

Runways: Part 3

A Mountaintop Experience

By m_storyman_x – listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

"So where are we headed?" the supermodel asked as we walked across the grassy yard of the cabin towards the tree line.

"Someplace special," was all I answered, as I aimed us for the small trail that looked like it led around the lake. The hike wasn't long, only about a half an hour, but it was up hill all the way. We finally broke free of the pines at the base of a barren rocky hillside. I held a hand out for her. "Let me help you here. I don't want you to fall."

Runways: Part 2

The Taming of the Shrew

"I told you what I'd do if you pissed me off." I said as she walked past me.

By m_storyman_x – listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

"That water was fucking cold!"

"Uh huh. Matches your attitude. I think if I were you I'd warm it up a bit or you might be sleeping out in the jeep."

"You wouldn't!"

"The hell I wouldn't." I said with a scowl. "Remember the rules. This is my fucking vacation. You're along because I said you could, not to baby or pamper you or put up with your diva shit. If you don't like it, the road works two ways.

Runways: Part 1

Flying a supermodel isn't all it appears to be.

By m_storyman_x – listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

I had to find something to do when I got out of the military. Something that I loved, something that I wouldn't mind doing while I collected my military pension at age 40. Yeah, I know, retired at such a young age. But the military game is a young man's game and even with over seven thousand flying hours, youth still trumps experience in the flying game. As you get older your body just can't respond like it used to. As a result I just couldn't keep taking those high G maneuvers.

The Auburn Pokè Girl: Part 3

The Auburn Pokèe Girl: Part 3.

Looking for more game-play.

Based on a post  by a u guy86, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time.

The entire walk home, Ashley was smiling like a little girl on Christmas morning, holding Michael’s arm and walking as close to him as she could. Michael, on the other hand, was a nervous wreck. Antonio’s advice for him to be his normal dorky self had worked, but had it worked too well? Questions began to race through his mind. What if she invited him in? What if she invited him to bed with her? How would she react when he told her of his lack of experience? If she did want to sleep with him, he didn’t dare try to hide the fact that he was a virgin; no way would that end well. Sighing mentally, he decided he’d just have to play it by ear and hope for the best.

The Auburn Pokè Girl: Part 2

The Auburn Pokèe Girl: Part 2.

Smack-talking with a hot babe gamer.

Based on a post  by a u guy86, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time.

Based on a post  by a u guy86, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time.

“Dude, you won’t believe what happened today,” Michael called out as he arrived back at his apartment.

“What’s up?” Antonio asked from the sofa.

“You know the girl from the basketball games?”

“That hot little trainer? Yeah?”

“She’s a member of the A U Pokémon League!”

“Are you serious?! Wha… what happened? Did you talk to her?” he asked.

“Yeah, we played a couple of games. She’s good; maybe the best I’ve ever played against,” Michael replied.

“That’s all? You just… played video games?” Antonio wondered, cocking his eyebrow.

The Auburn Pokèe Girl: Part 1.

A pair of lonely gamers overcome their fears and preconceived notions on Valentine's Day.

Based on a post  by a u guy86, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time.

Gaming for Love.

 

“And Smallwood drains it for three!”

Click click click. The digital SLR was zoomed in on the guard at the other end of the court. The $6000 zoom lens made Michael’s photo-journalism look world-class.

Michael Goldman scanned the Auburn Basketball Arena, always looking for the perfect shot for the school newspaper, The Plainsman.

 Allison Smallwood, the star point guard of the women’s basketball team, always made for an excellent target. Not only was she a fantastic athlete, but she was also a pretty blonde with a dazzling smile. But sometimes a particular fan in the stands caught in a moment of emotional fervor, was just the touch to give the readers a full sense of the game experience.

Sweet Dreams: Part 5

The Light From Yonder Window Breaks: Brandon and Jeannette return to school to deal with the Sandy situation.

Based on a post by Cryonic. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

The Siren Starts To Sing.

Brandon entered school with a smile on his face. Even though it was a Monday morning, the day before has been extremely relaxing, and rejuvenated him. He had been able to spend a restful day with his family and the girl he loved with all his heart, and nothing was going to sour the mood he was in. Jeannette greeted him sweetly as he left his locker, and her mood seemed to be as calm and peaceful as his was.

Sweet Dreams: Part 4

Strengthening The Home Front: Brandon and Jeannette recover from their earlier mistake, then spend the day with his family.

Based on a post by Cryonic. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Mission Update.

The next day, Jeannette picked up Brandon just after lunch. “So, I think it is time for a status update. How are things with Megan?”

“Slow, but making progress. She is at least responding to my attention now, instead of blowing it off. I think I should be able to make a breakthrough in a week or so, and then the real challenge begins. I’m still not sure how we are going to pull it off, but I think once we get to know her a little it may make our path clearer. I’m hoping that will also give us some ideas on who to look for as a date for her too, because that is no small feat. I looked a little earlier in the week, but I have no clue who would actually be interested in her to start, much less willing to put up with the possibility of her constant cruel commentary.”

Sweet Dreams: Part 3

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Sweet Dreams: Part 2

The Heights of Love: Brandon and Jeannette grow closer, and fulfill Becky's dreams of love in the Outdoors

Based on a post by Cryonic. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Distractions.

Brandon tried focusing on his classes as much as he could, but he was once again distracted. His newfound girlfriend Jeannette turned out to be the daughter of a sex genie, and their first time making love had unearthed a rather interesting power – she could see the sexual fantasies of the people around her, and when Brandon had skin-to-skin contact with her, he could see them as well.

Sweet Dreams: Part 1

Two people find each other, and then find a new world neither of them expected.

Based on a post by Cryonic. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Introduction:
This story is based on the world of "Genie Chronicles" by Joe Brolly. There is another offshoot series call "Beautiful Wish" that also explores that world. I know someone has recently reposted those stories here, but I read them originally on another site. There are also some concepts from other stores, such as an element from "Bait & Switch" that I thought would fit well. This is the first major story of this type I have done (I did do a relatively short but intense one for a friend a year ago, but it got deleted. I may attempt to resurrect it if that person gives me permission though)

Spontaneous Wives

Wives get to thinking about how life is too short.

Based on the works of CoyoteHoward. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Jenny & The Barbeque Gathering

It was the picture of Americana in southwest Idaho.

A partly cloudy sky, with more sun than shade. Deep green grass. Horses munching away in the pasture while the kids, whose ages ranged from 2-16, played on the trampoline and playset.

The husbands primarily were under the porch overhang, gathered around the grill, while Osvaldo and his 8 year old son Elliot jokingly played corn-hole in the grass.

Summer In Maine: Part 7

Back To the Grind

A 7-part series by Member389. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Stories.

"You're quiet."

I smiled. "Sorry, just thinking." I'd gotten home a few days before and promptly went back to work. This was my first night off, and sitting across the table from Mom, I thought that it was time to tell her, but unsure about how to go about it.

"Your trip went well then." She asked, the questioning tone left hanging in the air between us.

Summer In Maine: Part 6

School of Rock

A 7-part series by Member389. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Stories.

I made it back with plenty of time. I set up an online music account on Emily's laptop, and we sat at the table downloading songs by Chuck Berry, Stevie Ray Vaughn, BB King, some David Gilmour and Eric Clapton.

"Are you turning my kid into a rock star?" Summer asked leaning on my shoulder, watching us select songs.

Summer In Maine: Part 5

Hot Date

A 7-part series by Member389. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Stories.

The tires hissed along the gravel drive as I pulled alongside her Jeep. I walked to the door, bouquet in hand and rang the bell. I took a deep breath, just as the door opened. A pretty girl stood there, dark hair and piercing eyes stared intently at me for a moment. In a flash of an eye a familiar crooked little smile crossed her face.

Summer In Maine: Part 4

Face To Face

A 7-part series by Member389. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Stories.

My heart was pounding in my chest. She had sounded conflicted, like she wanted to see me, but had reservations. I forced myself to take slow deep breaths before I ducked into my room and got my jacket. I tried to calm down, and keep from speeding there but I also knew I'd need to find the place. I followed the directions and found it easily. I was about twenty minutes early. I asked for a booth in a quiet area, and let the hostess know a friend was meeting me.

Summer In Maine: Part 3

Leave them wanting more

A 7-part series by Member389. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Stories.

We made our way to the Jeep and I put our stuff in the back and walked around to give her a hand into her seat. The look in her eyes was dreamy as I closed her door and walked around to the driver's side. We drove back in silence, her hand on my thigh giving it an occasional squeeze. When I pulled into the driveway she looked over at me, the expression in her eyes was full of longing. I got out and walked around the Jeep and grabbed the cooler from the back and walked around and opened her door.

Summer In Maine: Part 2

Lesson Two, and Two and a half.

A 7-part series by Member389. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Stories.

This summer job wasn't turning out the way I'd thought. So far I'd mowed the lawn, done the dishes, (thankfully there's a dishwasher) hauled trash, done laundry, dusted and vacuumed. When Summer asked if I wanted to help her out for a few weeks I sort of expected there would be fringe benefits to go with, or instead of, getting paid. Instead it was actual work. She wasn't shy, about her body or mine, she often would wrap her arm around my waist to help with her balance. She occasionally stroked my ass through my jeans. I didn't hesitate to return the favor but I always ended up with only a smile in return.

Summer In Maine: Part 1

Summer Arrives on the Atlantic Coast of Maine, in time for his first time.

A 7-part series by Member389. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Stories.

I was finally glad to be out of school. My buddy Jeff got out last year. He went off and joined the military and left our little town. I figured I'd work the summer here and see what was what after the tourists left. It was still early yet, they hadn't started arriving yet, clogging the roads with their luxury cars, acting as if they owned the place. Truth be told, they did. If it weren't for them, the rest of us wouldn't have a living. Fishing wasn't cutting it anymore, and the old quarries down coast were barely running now. Luckily we had the tourists.