Power of Dirndls and Lederhosen: Part 2

Hans finds his confidence and the fraulein, too.

Based on the post by cb summers, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

PART TWO – October 6, 1992

Normally I found it impossible to be spontaneous around hot chicks like this, but something about being in that costume, thinking about my grandfather’s irrepressible charm brought out a boldness in me which I didn’t normally possess. I put my arm around this hot, blue-eyed fraulein and said, in my worst German accent, “Yah, and dis here is mein liebchen, Helga Boob en schteen.”

The Power of Dirndls And Lederhosen: Part 1

Hans channels his grandfather’s German roots, to overcome his inadequacies with women.

Based on the post by cb summers, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

September 22

October was almost here. Outside, a cold, gusty wind was blowing the freshly fallen leaves across the campus commons. But I was warm in my room, snuggled under the covers, devouring chapter seven of Advanced Organic Chemistry. I had a test scheduled for the next morning, but studying wasn’t a chore for a nerd like me. It was a joy. I was basking in the awesome power of carbon, and the stunning ways it had chemically combined with other compounds over the unimaginable eons of time to form the very basis of life itself.

That lovin' feelin': Part 2

A lonely man meets a sexy woman.

Based on a post by Vitorio, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

Wednesday night before Thanksgiving, 2010

Forty-ish I suppose, same age as me, sitting on her own. Unusual in a British pub on a Friday night. Very, very noticeable. Red hair worn in a slightly old-fashioned style, curly, shoulder length. Her face was, how to say this, big. No that's wrong, striking is a better word. Characterful, is that a word? Dark red lipstick, almost 'porn star' quality. That was it really, she had something of

That lovin' feelin': Part 1

A lonely man meets a sexy woman.

Based on a post by Vitorio, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

Wednesday night before Thanksgiving, 2010

Forty-ish I suppose, same age as me, sitting on her own. Unusual in a British pub on a Friday night. Very, very noticeable. Red hair worn in a slightly old-fashioned style, curly, shoulder length. Her face was, how to say this, big. No that's wrong, striking is a better word. Characterful, is that a word? Dark red lipstick, almost 'porn star' quality. That was it really, she had something of

Sarah's Phallic Fascination: Part 5

Sarah's Phallic Fascination: Part 5.

Muriel's erotic Prowess.

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

'Watch and learn, bitch." Muriel said, doing exaggerated jaw loosening exercises as she came over to me. We all laughed which helped me relax a bit and the cumming sensation abate.

She started by kissing me and sticking her tongue nearly down my throat, god she had a long tongue.

She took hold of my cock and laughed that her fingers no where near met around the girth. She started licking the head as if it was an ice-cream, her tongue making large circles without her head moving. I was transfixed and felt a small amount of sticky pre cum ooze out, Muriel eagerly lapping it up. She took me into her mouth, taking three quarters of me on her first attempt.

Sarah's Phallic Fascination: Part 4

Sarah's Phallic Fascination: Part 4.

Another Day with loved ones.

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

Jane knocked on our door just before two,

"Wakey, wakey you two, the Collins' will be here soon and lunch won't be long."

Sarah jumped up and headed for the shower, I went to follow but she shut the door on me.

"Why'd you do that?"

Sarah's Phallic Fascination: Part 3

Sarah's Phallic Fascination: Part 3.

Prurient Performance Arts.

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

The spell was broken, I was suddenly fully aware of the other people in the room, all of whom it appeared had been taking pictures, spread in a semi circle, all looking directly at me and Joyce. I tried turning slightly away as if it might hide my increasing hard on, I felt myself blushing a bit, there was no hiding it.

I was just about to turn around and brazen it out, as if it was the most natural thing in the world when Jake came to my rescue.

"I had another couple of scenes in mind if we have time."

"We have plenty of time, what did you have in mind?" Sarah asked.

Sarah's Phallic Fascination: Part 2

Sarah's Phallic Fascination: Part 2.

Sarah's cock exhibition opens.

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

"So, can Mike lick my pussy now?" Sadie asked Sarah

"Afraid not, we haven't got a lot of time, we've so much to get ready for the opening tonight."

"Aah that's not fair, both Mike and Ruth got to cum."

"Don't be silly, we all need to have a shower and get moving, use the shower head or something, you'll manage," Sarah answered with a smile.

Sarah's Phallic Fascination: Part 1

Sarah's Phallic Fascination: Part 1.

A story of sin, salvation and sex.

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

"I want to sleep with you!" Sarah said.

"What", "Wow", "Yeah," or words to that effect stumbled from my mouth. Or maybe I said nothing, so dumbfounded was I. Sarah smiled, her green eyes twinkling. Sensing and probably enjoying my confusion she leaned forward and whispered in my ear,"I said I want to sleep with you tonight, what do you say?"

 

Phallus of Her Obsession: Part 2

An adopted black daughter seduces her white brother.

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

Tammy was a college senior, and captain of the women’s volleyball team. They were both at home at their parents for a long holiday break, the parents were now gone for a few days visiting, helping grandma move into an assisted living home. Those few nights were long for Tammy. She tossed and turned. The thought of him in his old room, just down the hall, she in hers, alone.

They had taken this time to hang out a lot, staying up late, sitting on the couch watching movies, playing video games, the proximity was killing her and driving her crazy, and every night ended the same; hanging out as long as possible, going to bed alone, fingering herself in the shower, to a Cardi B playlist, cumming (while trying to keep from screaming), and falling asleep unsatisfied.

 

Phallus of Her Obsession: Part 1

An adopted black daughter obsesses over her white brother.

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

Tammy hesitated, wondering if she should do this, take advantage and follow her urges.

Her brother, two years older than her, had turned 21 a few months back. Tonight he called her from the bar; drunk, and his friends gone. She had been hanging out with her best friend, Shelley.

This afternoon, Tammy was returning a favor. A few weeks ago, Shelley took her to the clinic, where Tammy got her first supply of birth control pills. Tammy was surprised how much better her tits filled out her tops, and especially her sexy new red bikini.

Innocence and Grace

College girl finds faith - and other things.

Based on a post by BurningMonkey. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.

Breakfast protein drink.

Grace rolled over and hit the snooze on the alarm. Stretching, she rolled back and snuggled into Sean's arms, kissing his chest. He sleepily rolled into her and gave her a morning kiss on the lips as his hand lazily moved up and down her bare thigh and hip. "Morning, hot stuff," he mumbled through a smile.

Obsessive Office Treats: Part 2

Briana is very close to her hot mother..

Based on a post by Tx Tall Tales, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.

The last of the trick-or-treaters left, and Briana leaned over, looking around me. Her hand was still in my outfit. "Mom! What was that?" she hissed.

"Nice buns," Angela giggled.

"Dad!" Briana, called out. "Mom's being bad."

"God, Briana, I can't believe you told on me!" Angela whined.

Brian walked up behind her, picking her up bodily, hoisting her high, like a toy. "Jesus, Angie, we've just met the boy. Give the kids some space, before you scare him off."

"We're just playing around, Brian," she whined.

Obsessive Office Treats: Part 1

Sweets revenge exposes weakness and opportunity.

Based on a post by Tx Tall Tales, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.

         An excess of candy,

         a shortage of material in costume making,

         a handy excuse for the wildest party of the year.

         Black and white horror films.

         Technicolor home displays.

         The sluttification of the American woman.

         The perfect excuse to scare your friends.

Did I mention the candy?

Our office has a break area supplied with drinks and snack. Mostly soda, water, some juice, and something over-caffeinated in the fridge. Chips, cookies, crackers, nuts and fruit in the cabinets and on the counter.

Halloween brings the candy. Yum. Chocolate.

Tit for Tat: Part 2.

An Old Porn Stash Reveals Much.

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

"Okay, now that that's out of the way, how about some fresh drinks, snacks; and some more naughty fun!" Susan said grinning, that aroused horny look showing through in her eyes again as both Jeff s Buxom Becky and my wife laughed.

Tit for Tat: Part 1.

Three couples head off for a wild weekend together.

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

It was the second year that the six of us had come up here to spend a long weekend together. Jeff and his wife Becky, Bucksy Becky, a tall very buxom brunette.

Then there s Pete, and "Repeat", as we called her, Susan; because she looked more like his sister than his wife, each of them with dirty blonde hair, hazel eyes, and short in stature at not even five and a half feet, though again Susan too had fairly large tits. Though not as large as my wife's were, more noticeable because of her short size perhaps, almost looking top heavy.

 

The Mail-order Space Bride.

He had to wait five years for her.

Based on a post by Farmer jill. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.

Forward: This story is about a first time, two virgins no less. However, the setting is in a dystopian future. If sci-fi is not your thing, you might still like this. Be brave.

Many are fascinated by the concept of the "mail order bride." It still occurs today, but with instant communications, etc., it is not as interesting or romantic as back in the "good old days" of the American Wild West. Maybe this will happen again one day in the future, who knows?

An Unexpected Match: Part 2

Taking It To The Bedroom

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

Martin swallowed hard and gazed at Lori as she flashed a wicked grin at him.

He wondered how he had got here. What had led him from fostering a fantasy which he had no inclination was ever going to come to fruition, to the pleasure filled evening which had, in Lori's estimation, only just begun.

Part of him could not wait to take things further. To plumb the hidden depths of Lori's sexuality. He was already intoxicated by her wantonness, by the dirty side to this pristine well ordered woman who he had enjoyed getting to know at their tennis classes over the weeks. But bubbling underneath this desire to explore further was a persistent insecurity.

An Unexpected Match: Part 1

A friendly tennis game leads to a different kind of ball play.

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

New Year s resolutions weren t usually Martin s thing.

He had enough experience to know that people s good intentions never amounted to much more than that. But he also knew that he had to do something.

2021 had been truly awful - not just because of Covid restrictions and plans getting continually cancelled but because in November, Jenny, his wife of 26 years had finally succumbed to cancer.

Love Endures War: Part 2

Tender love in a Wounded Seventies America.

Based on a post by want some fun 1951. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

The five of us, Joey’s parents and mine; flew to California to meet the ship that brought Joey home. We didn't get to see him at the dock. He was whisked into an ambulance that we tried to follow in our rental car.

At the hospital, his doctor took us to his office. Joey had been shot and captured. His injuries weren't life-threatening, and they stopped the bleeding at a Viet Cong field hospital. He was taken to a prison camp for debriefing.

Love Endures War: Part 1

Tender love in a turbulent Sixties America.

Based on a post by want some fun 1951. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

It was the summer of '69.

 It was the summer of despair.

"The heat waves shimmered in the distance, rising off the sand in an unmerciful display of mother nature's authority. We lay where we had been for hours, in the only good cover around. Off to the left, we heard enemy snipers, the gunfire signaling the start of another day in Hell."

That was part of a letter Joey wrote after his unit fought its way back to base camp. He wrote as often as he could. Sometimes, I'd find a stack of his letters in the mailbox when I got home from work, and then, I wouldn't hear from him for a while. Whenever his family got any news, they would call me or visit to share the letter. I did the same for them. I always let my folks and Joey's read what we wrote, including the parts where Joey and I talked about getting married when he got home.

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.

That was the day a letter arrived from Manon's uncle in America whom she had only met once as a small girl. Neither of them could read English and when they had it interpreted they learned that he had passed away and left them a small dairy farm in Wisconsin, a plane ticket, and a French/English phrase book.

A Divine Marital Intervention

 A couple gets a gift from God

By Masterful_Husband. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Like a lot of people, I met my wife in college. We were in the same dorm and fell into that common dating circle trap where everyone is dating everyone. It wasn’t until we left for separate grad schools that we realized how much we meant to each other. It’s ironic that our relationship got more serious as we dated long distance but it worked well for us. I asked her to marry me when we graduated and we were wedded and honeymooning within six months.

I’d say our marriage was idyllic but that would be a lie. There was one issue that kept coming up over and over as a source of friction. My wife would tell you that we were “unevenly yoked”. I would say, “She’s religious and I wasn’t.”

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.

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.

Jenna Goes To Church: Part 3

A Visit From The Bishop

A series in 17 parts, By Blacksheep. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Reverend Morris anxiously paced back and forth in the lounge. He was in turmoil; he'd just received a letter from Bishop George, who was planning to visit him. On top of that, he'd been agonizing all day how to finally tell Lucy that their marriage was over. The past few weeks had seen his safe and somewhat dull life turned upside down. Ever since that romp with Jenna Fox in the vestry. What seemed to be a wild, one-off had now morphed into a passionate relationship. Now the vicar was seriously falling in love with the much younger woman.

Jenna Goes To Church: Part 2

The Curate loses his virginity.

A series in 17 parts, By Blacksheep. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

At this Sunday's service, there was much talk of the upcoming harvest festival. Members of the congregation were encouraged to donate fruit and vegetables, along with non-perishable items for the local foodbank.

Jenna had made an effort and brought along a bag of apples. She placed the bag on the side table in the church hall.

Jenna Goes To Church: Part 1

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