One Silent Night: Part 1

A Christmas Miracle brings them together.

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

 

Carter has been in love with Mia for years, but it takes a Christmas miracle to throw them together.

Carter stood by his window, one eye on the watch on his wrist. It was just after eleven, that magical hour when most of the traffic died down and the neighborhood in the old downtown area settled in for the night, the quiet creeping through the air with the mist from the small stream to the west of his apartment. Across the road he could see some early Christmas decorations, but he knew that the real lighting up would start in about two weeks.

She would be along soon.

He shifted the threadbare curtain a little to the side and tried to peer down the street, attempting to see her approach sooner, but he knew she would appear around the corner as always, and that he would have no chance to look at her neat little form until she does. He looked at his watch. Another minute had passed.

She would be along soon.

He fretted restlessly when the minutes continued to trickle away, like the incessant dripping of droplets in the back of his mind; a tap that didn’t quite close all the way.

Shaping Michelle

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Fortune Cookies and Damn Luck: Part 3

I wanted to give her what she was begging for.

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

Rory laid flat on her back, watching the stars twinkle through the humid summer night's sky. Rory looked like she was an artistic nude which had been sculpted out of the cream-colored limestone block underneath her. I ran my fingers through her wet hair as she spoke to me in a faraway hush. I loved the smell of her wet hair. I loved the smooth feel of her skin. I loved her little chirps, moans and squeaks as I romanced her. I loved how easy and fun she was to be with. It was a perfect summer night, a night of good fortune.

Fortune Cookies and Damn Luck: Part 2

My admission of my inexperience.

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

Far from mocking me, this young woman seemed to be encouraging me. Understanding that I could trust Rory with my secrets gave me a feeling of protective invincibility toward her. A heavy weight evaporated from my gut, I felt weightless and ready to float away to heaven. We were enchanted with one another and enchanted by the giddy possibility of tonight's potential. Potential to go to new places with one another, places which neither of us had been able to reach in our earlier, awkward younger days.

Fortune Cookies and Damn Luck: Part 1

An accidental date and two fortune cookies lead to romance.

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

Wednesday night before Thanksgiving, 2010

Amanda was the kind of friend who was always full of great ideas. But; Amanda was not the kind of friend who always followed through on her great ideas.

Amanda posted one of her great ideas after final exams; "Hey everyone! If you're staying in town over the summer, let's all get together for Chinese food. 2Nite at 6. Be at that little hole-in-the-wall across town, The Wok and Roll. C U there!"

I had a Tuesday lab with Amanda and shared several classes with her, so I thought I'd likely know some of the others in Amanda's circle. Perhaps it was time to stretch my boundaries with some new acquaintances, since most of my closer mates had other plans for the summer and had just left town. Starting the summer with an informal night of sharing Chinese food after finishing exams, that sounded like a great plan to start my senior year - I certainly didn't have any better ideas.

Consoling Auntie: Part 1

 

A disillusioned lifestyle gets renewed with incestuous love.

by Jism786. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. 

As a twenty-year-old, after a year in college, I had become very disillusioned with my prospects. Not only was I failing my classes, but I felt like a little cog in a big machine, a machine designed to extract money from people like me. However, my parents had high expectations, and I didn’t want to disappoint them. After much consideration, I figured I would take a semester off to figure things out. As expected, my parents were not only disappointed but angry as well.

“So, what the hell are you going to do?” my father asked.

“ I don’t know yet,” I replied.

As I retreated to my room, my father yelled, “Maybe you should join the marines, that way you can get your shit straight!”