Success Is His Best Revenge

By Bernard Marx – Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Jude was five-six, slim, and had a boyish face that could be better described as pretty than handsome. He compensates by trying to grow a beard.

Lyndsey was blonde, beautiful, and built. She was six foot two in heels. Her tits hung like ripe melons. Her juicy thighs and bubble-butt rounded out a form that could silence a room just by walking in. The two of them were all too happy to make their friends uncomfortable with impromptu make out sessions or keep their neighbors up every night with pleasurable moans from their residence.

Training the Trophy

 Finding the Ultimate Trophy Wife.

by  Sustainer. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

 No matter what they may admit to, every man desires to have an obedient, submissive, beautiful trophy wife. Conversely, every woman secretly desires to be a perfect, subservient possession who is adored and cared for, objectified and kept captive while provided firm direction and absolved of all guilt surrounding sexual latitude- since her sexual conduct is no longer her choice, but rather, her solemn and sacred marriage duty. Every man wants this. Every woman secretly longs for this.

A Tower of Refuge

Young lad saves and is saved by beautiful Highland Lady.

Based on a post By Stonemarten.  Listen to the Podcast at Connected.

Forward:

Lady Anne Mackintosh was a real, historic figure from the Jacobite Rebellion of 1745. She was a true heroine and brave, married to the head of her clan, who was a redcoat officer in the government army, however she herself led-out her Highland clansmen as "Colonel Anne" in support of the rebel Young Pretender, Charles Edward Stuart, often known as Bonnie Prince Charlie. Some readers, particularly in America, may know of the '45 Rebellion in Scotland if you're familiar with the Outlander series of books and TV.

Raiders of the Nazi Gold: Part 2

Ariella; lethal and lovely.

Based on a post by ronde, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Packed and Stacked.

She was maybe twenty-five, and even in the battle dress she was wearing, she looked slender. I couldn't tell much else about her except she looked a little the Arabic women I'd seen in Afghanistan. I was sure about two things though; the rifle was an Israeli M 89 SR sniper rifle, and she sounded very serious when she spoke.

"What are you doing here?" she demanded.

Since I was armed to the teeth and had just shot a guy, my story about being a tourist and out taking some pictures wasn't going to work very well. The truth would work better unless she was one of the traffickers. I didn't think she was though. If she had been, she'd have just shot me while she had the chance.

Raiders of the Nazi Gold: Part 1

I was hired to find lost Nazi gold. I found Ariella instead.

Based on a post by ronde, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

The shiny, black, Mercedes X-Class pickup slowly worked its way down the road about a hundred meters from where I was crouched behind a rock. The fact the pickup was alone and had an M 60 machine gun on a pintle mount in the bed told me this wasn't some unit of the Argentine Army. The Argentine Army might have been driving a Mercedes pickup, but it would have been OD green and the machine gun would have been an FN Mag.

The woman nudged me then.

Reverend & Mrs. McGinnis: Part 4

Cathy explores Sam's fantasies, and some of her own as well.

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

Cathy had done her share of kinky things before meeting Sam, the highlight of which coming fairly early when she blew a guy at a frat party who asked to sniff her panties while she sucked him, and then keep them when they were finished. The novelty of his fetish, and the considerable size of his cock turned her on enough to oblige him, even if she did wonder exactly how she had ended up there as she swallowed down pump after pump of fresh cum.

Reverend & Mrs. McGinnis: Part 3

Christianity and sex; and kinky sex.

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

Sam popped up off the bed and went to get a warm towel to clean up his cum-splattered bride. Cathy lay there, body still buzzing, sizzling, and took in the mess her husband made on her body. This was so much fun. She hadn't thought about that night with Tom in years, and it had turned her on like nothing she had experienced. It wasn't the thought of Tom that turned her on though, it was the fact that her reliving her erotic memories had turned Sam on so much. They had been having sex, making love, for so many years, but Sam was finally learning how to fuck her. She wanted to learn too.

"So you really like hearing stories about what I did with other men?"

Reverend & Mrs. McGinnis: Part 2

Christine's parents learn to reconnect and explore.

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

Cathy could barely take the sensations coursing through her body. While she hadn't felt Sam's tongue on her cunt in over 15 years, she hadn't done this act with anyone in close to 20. Memories immediately rushed her mind, swirling in the endorphins, images and sensations of nights with her previous boyfriend. Orgasms. Pleasure. Fucking. Grinding.

Lost in the feeling, she fell back into sense memory. Her hand dropped down into Sam's hair and gripped it hard.

Sam groaned into her wet snatch. She felt it. His cock lurched.

Reverend & Mrs. McGinnis: Part 1

Christine's parents learn to reconnect and explore.

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

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.

After The Vows: Part 2

 The Consummation. A chaste couple’s epiphany of pleasures.

From the Awakening, By Estcher  Listen to thePodcast at Steamy Stories.

 

Into the Depths

He smiled at me and then sat up and knelt before my spread legs. His skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat, just like me. I looked down at his hardness, pointing at my pussy. He held his cock in the middle and pushed it toward my opening.

After The Vows: Part 1

The Virgin Couple: Part 1

 After the Vows. A chaste couple’s epiphany of pleasures.

From the Awakening, By Estcher  Listen to thePodcast at Steamy Stories.

My name was Emma Mary Fiore Amato. Now I proudly carry my husband's name: Emma May Fiore Williams. My brand new, gorgeous, and sexy husband is Daniel Christopher Williams. He's African American and I am Italian American.

We met in the University of California San Diego (UCSD) as freshmen. We dated despite my reservations of dating a black man. I was not a fan of unwanted attention and being seen with him at school and downtown caused eyes to stare. The United States is rampant with racism. It's everywhere and palatable and real in every sense. It vibrates across social norms and in the media and sometimes openly on the street.

Prepper Partners: Part 3

It couldn't happen but it did. Now, we have to survive.

By ronde, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► podcast at Connected.

I'd learned how to field dress an animal from Dad, but not how to cut it into steaks and roasts. As far back as I could remember, Dad had always taken his deer and the steer he killed every fall to a locker plant in town to be cut up and packaged. Mom said when they were starting out, they did that all themselves to save money and Christy said she'd watched her grandpa butcher several steers and thought she remembered what to do. Between them cutting and me carrying, it took us a whole day to get the steer cut up into manageable pieces and down in my freezer room.

Prepper Partners: Part 2

Loading Up for Mayhem.

By ronde, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► podcast at Connected.

 

One thing that nagged at me was what I'd do in a medical emergency, like if I cut myself chopping firewood or fell down and broke my arm or leg. The first aid kit in my bug-out bag wouldn't do anything for either of those situations. I did a lot of reading and finally bought what would probably be in any combat medic's kit. I couldn't do surgery, but I had enough to splint a broken limb, stop severe bleeding, and sew up a bad cut.

Every week, I stopped by the local liquor store and bought a bottle each of reasonably good scotch, bourbon, vodka, and rum. My logic for that much alcohol was it's a good mild anesthetic and all the experts said it would be good trading material if money became worthless. I figured the extra hundred dollars a week that cost me was just good preparation, and I could always drink it or give it away if things got back to normal.

Prepper Partners: Part 1

It couldn't happen but it did. Now, we have to survive.

By ronde, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► podcast at Connected.

I thought I was ready when the time to be ready arrived. I wasn't. I was more ready than most people, but still not ready for what happened.

To this day, I don't know why it happened and apparently there's nobody left to explain it. It doesn't matter anymore anyway. What was is probably gone for a long, long time, and people like us have to pick up the pieces and get on with trying to live. I'm writing all this down in hopes that if and when things do get back to normal a lot of people will read it and do what all people should have done before.

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My Hero's Reward: Part 1

One brave deed holds the key to unlocking a scarred heart.

In 3 parts, Based on a post by SDes. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Chicago Streets

Jeff walked out of the bar deep in thought. He would be thirty years old in just two weeks and had very little to show for it. There was a decent job, a string of short relationships and a lot of bills. He never thought his life would have turned out like this. He was smart, athletic and well educated. Although he wasn't every girl's dream, he was attractive by most standards and had his share of relationships with desirable women.

Guarding Tara: Part 2

Guarding Tara: Part 2

Commandos attack by land and water.

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

I pulled up the covers and tucked her in.

Silently, I got up and put my boxers back on before heading to the kitchen. The house was dark, save for the dim, flickering light coming from the fireplace. I didn't turn on any lights, as moving through the darkness had always felt natural to me, comforting. Probably how cockroaches feel. Anyway, it was after midnight and I wanted to get an early start on the new day's beer ration. As I drank my beer, I thought about what I had just done with my buddy's daughter. Yes, she was an adult, now, and yes, she had wanted this as much as I had. But would either of those things matter to Jason? I hoped I hadn't destroyed a friendship that spanned multiple decades.

Guarding Tara: Part 1

Guarding Tara: Part 1

A Daughter of privilege learns the value of vigilance, and the sexiness of valor.

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

I glanced at the caller ID on my phone, answered the call.

"Hey, Cap, what's the occasion?" I asked. The caller was an old Army buddy of mine, Jason Lang. He made it to Captain, served six and got out. I did the whole twenty before getting out. We stayed tight throughout it all, us and a few of the guys from our old unit. Jason went back to college, got his master's in Political Science and was elected Governor seven years ago. Talk about riding a meteor. That was a hell of a victory party, what I remember of it, anyway. When you're hungover for three days, you know it was a hell of a party.

Maiden Voyage: Part 2

Maiden Voyage: Part 2

 A choice, a trap, and a necklace.

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

The next morning's sun found its way in through our porthole once again. We had sorted ourselves out somewhat during the night. I was on my side, tangled in a bit of sheet. She was on her side, tangled in a bit of blanket. I could just make out the pale tan lines on her bottom and her back.

We'd become cabin buddies of a different order. At the Jack-and-Ciara level. That's probably what most people would have assumed all along, but I certainly hadn't, and I didn't think that she had either.

And yet, here we were.

Maiden Voyage: Part 1

Maiden Voyage: Part 1

Strangers forced to share a cabin on a cruise ship.

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

The waiting area outside the Long Beach cruise terminal was abuzz with bright new outfits and happy chatter. It was enough to make even the most reserved introvert start to feel a bit of excitement.

I was standing with Jack and Ciara, two regulars of the social group. Jack was tall and rugged, something to do with landscaping; Ciara tall and willowy, worked in an office of some sort. They weren't an official couple, as far as I knew, but they seemed to have hooked up for the New Year’s Pacific cruise. That was sort of the way the group worked. Thirty somethings, mostly divorced, intent on maintaining the hard playing lifestyle of their twenties, looking for like-minded dating partners to do it with.

The Lusty Chamberlain Daughters: Part 2

Is it sinfulness; or desire for a blessing?

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

Wednesday night before Thanksgiving, 2010

A London Parish Vicar

Reverend William Seldon, vicar of a well-to-do church in London, was having a hard time writing his next sermon. He was in the middle of wrestling with the topic of the evils of lust when his housekeeper knocked on his study door and came in bearing a tea tray.

As the plump and comfortable middle-aged woman set it down on his desk, she said, "Begging your pardon, sir, but I thought you might like a bite or two."

The Lusty Chamberlain Daughters: Part 1

Reverend Henry is tempted by sin; or perhaps something else?

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

Wednesday night before Thanksgiving, 2010

It is the Regency era, in England. King George the 3rd is mentally ill and has lost the American colonies through his unstable rule. Prince George the 4^th became the kingdom s regent and restored calm and elevated culture, society, and piety. The social classes are clearly defined, but everyone lives in fear of descending to a lower class through poverty or lesser associations.

The Funeral Courtship

Abandoned Childhood wishes, finally fulfilled.

Based on a post by secret sexy writer. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.

I had known Alex Newberry my entire life. He was the boy down the street during my childhood, the boy behind me throughout school, and the boy who I always wished would see me as more than just "one of the boys." Especially since I was a girl.

But I'd never pressed for anything more. I didn't want to ruin our friendship. His family was my second family. Even his nana considered me as her granddaughter.

We'd stayed in touch even after I left town to pursue a new career. Throughout the year, we would exchange Emails and sometimes the occasional text. Only at my birthday and on Christmas did I receive snail mail from him. They were always hilarious and always perfect.

Adam & Eve's First Time

Adam and Eve meet and mate in the Garden of Eden

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

Readers: Biblical and historical accounts of Adam and Eve's early relationship are very sketchy. This imprecise information leaves much for the imagination to fill in. This tale is an interpretation of events. To paraphrase an old Simon & Garfunkel song; 'You'll hear words you never heard in the bible'

Busted Parents: 2 Stories

“Do as we say, not as we did.”

Based on a post by yellowjacket66. Listen to the Podcast at my First Time.

Her Parents Caught Us Naked

But Haley and I discovered their shameful secrets.

"I'll rip your fucking dick off; and stuff it down your fucking throat, if you knock-up my daughter." It was Mr. Boyd Summers, the father of my girlfriend Haley. He was very angry.

Haley and I, both 18, having recently graduated from high school were sitting in her parents' kitchen listening to the diatribe from Haley's father.

Haley spoke up, "Daddy, we're not doing anything like that. Please don't say things like that."

Mr. Summers continued, he was drunk and pissed-off. He

Why Should I Help Her? Part 2

Why Should I Help Her: Part 2

Is anyone keeping track of the favors owed?

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

"Oh fuck!" I groaned as she sucked harder, her tongue lapping at the underside of my thrusting cock inside her mouth, her teeth raking at the firm, taut flesh near the swinging balls that slapped against her chin with each inward lunge.

More drool spilled out of her mouth, falling from her chin and splashing onto the floor. My cock was spasming inside her mouth, my balls were contracting, almost pulsing as I struggled to stop the dam from bursting.

Why Should I Help Her? Part 1

Why Should I Help Her: Part 1

How I met Jo and how she got me in the sack.

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

It was one of those god-awful early springtime evenings where all you want to do is just boot the pedal to the metal, to get yourself home. And have a good old drink; in order to forget about all the shit that you had to wade through during the day, in order to pay the bills and keep the wolf from the door.

Avenging the Handmaidens: Part 4

Avenging the Handmaidens: Part 4

Exposing the Debauchery in Religious Disguise.

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

To lead into this story, as a reprise, Chastity has fallen in love with her elderly father. Her sister - in - law has performed a very informal, (yet spiritual), marriage for the two as this type of incest is not allowed. You witnessed the consummation of the marriage and now we go to part three.

The Next Day Aftermath.

The next morning, Prudence and I sat on pillows at the kitchen table and broke fast. Grace had left to take care of both Emily's and her children. Emily made a large breakfast that we ate in silence. We finished clearing the dishes and looked at each other.

Avenging the Handmaidens: Part 3

Avenging the Handmaidens: Part 3

Father's Bed Needs a Woman.

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

My father stood up and smiled at all of us kneeling before him.

"Daughters, what is your duty," father asked?

"To obey you, father," we replied in unison.

"Prudence, Stand!" My sister stood at my father's command and awaited his assignment. My father walked over to her, touched the bonnet on her head and then her cheek. "You will go with your two eldest brothers, Thomas and Mathew."

Avenging the Handmaidens: Part 2

Avenging the Handmaidens: Part 2

Chastity draws the attention of the Council of Twelve.

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

Prudence and I were at a loss on what was going on. My Mother knew. With great dignity she walked to the crucifix with the wooden man's penis embedded in it and stepped on a small stool. She stepped over it, her legs straddling the cross and took a deep breath. She slowly impaled herself on the wooden penis. I could see her biting her lip and closing her eyelids as she pushed herself down onto it.

Avenging the Handmaidens: Part 1

Avenging the Handmaidens: Part 1

A story about religion, a young girl and original sin.

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

My name is Chastity. I'm 18 years old and live in a large religious community on the Arizona-Utah border in the United States. Our religious community considers ourselves to be Christians but most main stream religions view us as a sect at best.

Our main difference from the more standard religions is that we believe;