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.

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.

Snow Flowers: Part 3

The reward for rescue..

Based on the posts by SandyMarl, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Wednesday night before Thanksgiving, 2010

 

 “Okay Rosie, are you ready for your bedtime story?" Lil had adopted what I imagined to be her 'teacher voice'.

"You've got me kind of excited now. Is it alright if I touch myself a little while I listen to your story?"

"You can, but don't get too carried away and eat your dessert first. You'll want to let your man bring you along. For your part, you need to enjoy the journey. Let your lover provide the orgasm. It'll come on its own time and terms. Enjoying the journey is to be your focus."

Lil began, "Once upon a time, there were two silly girls who went for a walk in the deep, dark and dangerous woods. The silly girls thought it was only fall, but a hard winter snow came early and they fell into great danger from many things in those deep, dark and dangerous woods. The winds began to howl and the sky turned cold and dark and the silly girls were in danger and had to get back to safety. But they had lost their way in the deep, dark and dangerous woods filled with hungry wolves.

Snow Flowers: Part 2

Lily’s wolf fantasy gets erotic.

Based on the posts by SandyMarl, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Wednesday night before Thanksgiving, 2010

Lily was anticipating that my wet mouth would be right back to work her sweet spot. She was making small thrusting waves with her hips, waiting for me to return to lap like a wolf in the secret and sensitive part of her lap. Instead, I ignored her arched cunny and began to unbutton her shirt, beginning at the waist. After each button was undone, I made a snarl and took a toothy little nip at her belly flesh.

"Ouch! You are a bad biter wolf!" she scolded.

"The better to check on your frosted pumpkins my dear." Lily decided to help me get to her tits and began unbuttoning from the top of the shirt. This effort, aside from being quite sexy to see a woman working swiftly to expose her tits to me, prevented me from taking any more nips at the flesh of her belly.

Snow Flowers: Part 1

Girlfriends lost in the snow are taken in and warmed up.

Based on the posts by SandyMarl, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Wednesday night before Thanksgiving, 2010

This was not going to be pleasant.

The dimming afternoon sunlight filtering through the skylights of my 'writer's hideaway' told me to expect one of those spasmodic, cold and wet early autumn storms. The north wind was picking up something fierce as it surged down through the canyon, beating on my small cabin at the foot of a lofty ochre sandstone cliff. How brutal was this storm going to be? From the looks of the deep blue-gray clouds rushing in above my skylights, it was going to likely dump a lot of frozen precipitation, the heavy wet stuff. That was fine; these conditions make for good 'story-writing weather'. I'd gotten up here last night and laid in enough supplies to see me through until the sun returned. Digging out from under this pile of snow and ice would be difficult; I was here for the duration. I was capable of riding out this surprise storm, but for added precaution I needed to bring in some extra firewood and double-checked the generator. Once those chores were finished, I'd be set. Safe, warm and secure. With the added blessing of no cell phone reception in the canyon, these isolated conditions would be conducive to helping me polish up a couple of short stories I'd been working on. I was ready for whatever was ahead, or so I'd thought.

The True Story of Snow White: Part 6

An unexpected Anniversary guest.

Based on the works of The Story Teller, in 6 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Why don't I just stay this size for a while? I'm curious, wife, did you like having a cock in your ass and a cock in your cunny at the same time?"

"Yes!" She moaned.

"I'll be directing the next session. Wouldn't you just love for me to tell you to suck another man's cock, or for me to order you to hold your ass cheeks wide so he could force his shaft into your little rosebud. And when you were ready to cum, I'd make you suck on my cock so that I could feel your screams vibrating all over it."

The True Story of Snow White: Part 5

Waking Sloan..

Based on the works of The Story Teller, in 6 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

 

When she was once more back in the room, Snow White lifted her hand and pointed at Sloan with her index finger. "I don’t know how to Wake him."

Tanned hands brushed long, golden hair over thick, powerful shoulders and a brilliant blue eye winked at her from a face so handsome it made women swoon.

"Anything you say, princess." Derek replied. "But first I think I'll get a bit more comfortable."

The True Story of Snow White: Part 4

Snow White just moaned, too exhausted to even smile.

Submitting can be exciting..

Based on the works of The Story Teller, in 6 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

"Are you ready for more, lass?" Samson breathed into her ear.

She nodded weakly.

"Good."

Solid arms wrapped around her holding her in an unbreakable hold while Gabriel moved into position behind her. Apprehension slowly seeped through her causing her to whimper as two generously lubricated fingers eased into her ass.

"Easy lass. Don't tense up. Just relax and before you know it you're going to be screaming from the pleasure of a cock in your ass and a cock in your cunt."

The True Story of Snow White: Part 3

Two men s wickedness.

Based on the works of The Story Teller, in 6 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Cassius shut the door and returned to the Queen. With another wave of his hand she felt some of her mobility returning. Immediately she tried to wrest herself from the spell only to find her energy draining away once more.

The True Story of Snow White: Part 2

More Tutoring for Snow White.

Based on the works of The Story Teller, in 6 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Snow White was scared. Actually terrified would be a better word. She was standing once more in front of Derek's bedroom door and in just a few seconds that door would open and he would be standing in front of her. He was going to be furious with her; she just knew it. Oh God, what if he wanted her punished some more. She was close to panicking when the door opened.

The True Story of Snow White: Part 1

It's time for Snow to marry.

Based on the works of The Story Teller, in 6 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Prologue

Once upon a time in a fairytale land, there lived a girl of such uncommon beauty that she was regaled throughout the kingdom as the most beautiful woman in the world. In her honor, stories were written of hair as black as night that fell to a slim waist and eyes as blue as a summer sky. Ballads were sung of her skin, white as freshly fallen snow and lips as red as blood. But in the end, it was her beauty that would be her downfall. You see Snow White had a rival.

Tutoring Tess

Neighbor's daughter seeks out widower next door, to help her with human sexuality lessons.

By SilverFoxMullet - Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

 I was folding the last of my laundry, there wasn't much with just myself left in the house. My son had got married and moved to British Columbia. My wife passed on 2 years ago. Just me now, enjoying a much-too-quiet life.

Then the doorbell rang. I went to the door and opened it, only to find my neighbour's daughter Tess standing on his front porch. I'd watched her grow up next door.

 When my son had moved out ten years ago, my wife and I had occasionally babysat little Tess. It had been nice having kids around the house again. She'd grown up into an intelligent, pretty young girl. She'd also been devastated why Marie had died.

"Oh, Hi, Tess. What can i do for you?"

"Hi Mr Brock. I um, I need some help with some, uh, homework. I was hoping you'd be able to help me?"

A Bath with My Oldest Friend

Cat and Henry share a relaxing intimate bath.

by Eeveelynn. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

 

Bath's ready.” I heard echo out of the bathroom.

“Thank you.” I mumbled, getting up from the bed, slower this time.

The bath was aromatic, full of bubbles and looked so peaceful. I leaned against the door frame closing my eyes.

“Cat, are you going to be okay in there?” He questioned softly.

“I’m fine!” I snapped back to reality. I was aware of my stubborn determination to be self sufficient, especially after having panic attack.

“It’s ok to need help.” Again the soft tone of his voice irked at my independence.

“I’m fully capable of having a bath, what are you going to do? join me? It’s ok, I’ve got this.” I said trying and failing to unzip the back of my dress.

River Fantasy

Village reunion turns steamy, fueled by erotic river sighting.

by Kuntry yute. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

The rain burst out of nowhere, as it usually does. One minute the afternoon was bright and sunny, then the sun just disappeared behind a big dark cloud and the rain cut loose.

No one was in the house but me, with Mama off to see her church sister. The rain was heavy. You could see it in the fat drops and the fast-moving muddy streams that turned the yard into a small riverbed. But the best part for me was the pounding on the zinc roof, as if the rain was playing a whole heap of kettle drums at the same time. The wind picked up at times, lashing the large banana leaves into a crazy dance, like big, awkward hands flapping to the heavy rain drops. I watched and listened, content inside the warm, dry house. It was a good mood, like I could roll with the energy and rhythm and dance to my heart’s content, or get a sheet and curl up in the big couch, to just rest or doze off.

Annie Rejects Her Shame

Annie finally rejects her abstinent life and finds how much joy a cock can bring her.

By spr1987 for Literotica. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

"Oh my God… it feels so hot in my hand… and how can it be this hard and this soft feeling at the same time?" 

These are the thoughts racing through my mind, as I feel a real live cock in my hands for the first time. I know what you are thinking, "You are 19 years old Annie, and you are pretty hot looking… so how can this be the first time you have had a cock in your hands?"

First, thank you for saying I'm hot. As a petite red head with a larger than normal pair of tits, I think I'm pretty hot also, but it is always nice to hear it. Second, I was raised in a very religious home, and sex was absolutely forbidden. In fact, my mother even made a habit of checking my panties and bedsheets to make sure that I wasn't masturbating.

Virgin Business Major Makes Her First Million

The Art of the Deal finds some innovative applications.

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

Anna was a sophomore at Boston College. She was working toward a degree she no longer wanted to pursue. Her parents both lost their jobs due to the 2020 pandemic and she refused to take out a student loan to pay for her education. Things weren’t exactly going as planned.

Anna was no longer able to live on campus. The cost was outrageous and her parents couldn’t afford those living arrangements any longer. It made more sense to find a cheap apartment nearby which also required Anna to get a job.

No one was hiring. All the small businesses had been forced to shut down many months ago and never reopened. The restaurants had closed the dining areas and were only doing take out orders. Anna needed a flexible job so she could balance her school work, but there just wasn’t anything out there. She feared she would have to leave school and return home.

The Librarian: Part 4

Tough Guy.

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

“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.”

The Librarian: Part 3

Explorations Commence.

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

“My tongue?” she said, sounding a little squeaky.
“Yes, Emily. Slip it in my mouth.”
There was a moment of silence, and then she asked, “why?”

“I want to show you something delicious,” he said, and instead of the pity he might have expected when he realized that she had never done this, he only felt a primal, primitive male pride to be the one to teach her, to show her.

The Librarian: Part 2

About Last Night

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

Well, she thought almost bitterly as she got dressed in sweatpants and a plain black sweater that was soft and a little loose after her latest, and to date most successful, weight-loss plan. She considered shoes, but settled for her fluffy pink slippers instead. So much for her brilliant theory. She had sat there for hours and hours on the most uncomfortable stool ever, drinking glass after glass of whiskey because she didn’t know what else to order and was too shy to ask.

The Librarian: Part 1

Brandon has been harboring a secret librarian fantasy

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

Brandon has been harboring a secret librarian fantasy for many years, but Emily was hardly his idea of a hot librarian. She was the type of women who came a side-serving of Complication. So why couldn't he stay away from her?

It was almost time for last call. Brandon wiped the sodden rag over the counter and put the empty glass the girl had just put down into the crate under the bar with the other dirty glasses.

Abandon Ship: Part 2

Jemima provides Davy with kinky new insights into female sexuality.

By Big galute. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

"Davy if I could, I would marry you at this very moment."

"Don't mock me."

"I'm not, I'm serious."

I didn't answer, finally realizing that I was stuck on a boat in the middle of the ocean with an insane woman.



"I don't know about God but I do know about the church and the clergy that tell us about sins of the flesh, many of the clergy are the biggest sinners amongst us." I stayed silent but knew that I'd heard many men on the river saying the same thing.

Abandon Ship: Part 1

Two virgin shipwreck survivors share a lifeboat and a few more discoveries in the Victorian-era

By Big galute. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

"Man the lifeboats! Abandon ship! Abandon ship!"

We had been at sea for ten days when the storm hit, our splendid vessel battered and broken into no more than firewood, all the passengers and crew seemingly lost.

I came to, my legs dangling in the water and my arms and upper body atop some flotsam timbers. The sea around me was calm, with small pieces of wreckage everywhere. I tried to look around, the throbbing pain in my head and the low morning sun making it hard to focus; no one to be seen, just me.

I pulled myself up onto the driftwood, too tired to think, my mind too blurred to do anything other than curl up and sleep.

Young Bride: Given In Marriage.

Cecily is a young woman who will get married.

by Lady_Mary. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Chapter 1

I grew up in a very conservative family. My father was the boss in the family business, which was created by his father, which was my grandfather. My mother took care of the house and the children, whatever else she wanted to do the approval had to be given by my father. A wife was to be her husband’s adornment and calling card; I, my sisters and brothers were brought up with this motto.

Cecily? Father is calling you. I was pulled out of the activity by the voice of one of the brothers, Arthur.

I am on my way. I nod as I put my knitting aside. I run it over the fabric of my blue dress a few times to smooth it out and present myself impeccably in front of my father.

One Silent Night: Part 3

A Christmas Miracle brings them together.

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

“I don’t know what to say,” Mia said, dazed. She sank down on the couch and picked the paper up. “I can’t believe you did this for me. What;  how did you do this?”

“I phoned my old commander,” Carter said. “He knew how important it was to me, so he called a few of his connections. They got a warrant to search the farm and found illegal weapons that your stepfather had been hired to smuggle out of the country. It was enough for an arrest. They cited the source as an ‘anonymous tip’ and crumbled the whole organization in a few days.”

“I don’t know how to say thank you,” Mia said. “I mean;  There are no words for this.”

One Silent Night: Part 2

A Christmas Miracle brings them together.

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

“Come home with me tonight,” he murmured. “Or let me stay here. I’ll sleep on the floor, or the chair. Just; Just don’t ask me to leave you for the wolves. Because I can’t do that.”

She pulled away. “I don’t expect you to take care of me,” she said. “I can’t ask it from you.”

His face blanched. “Is it because of my leg?” he asked. “I know I’m not; what I used to be, but I assure you, I’m still able to protect you from;”

“It’s not your leg,” she said and put a hand over his heart. “I can’t risk getting you involved in the cluster-fuck that is my life at this stage.”