An Angel For Bishop: Part 2

Willows most serious injuries are in her psychie.

In 4 parts, based on a post by BurntRedstone. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Willow let go of Dan Bishop’s sleeve and he left her in the bathroom so she could shower in privacy. He quickly gathered up new clothes for her. He got one of his tight t-shirts that would likely be a little big on her but might be tight enough to assist with supporting her breasts. Another pair of draw string track pants, socks, and another flannel shirt to cover up her amazing tits. Gah! He had to stop thinking about her that way!

An Angel For Bishop: Part 1

When two damaged souls collide can they find salvation.

In 4 parts, based on a post by BurntRedstone. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Chapter 1

The early winter storm raged and thrashed across the mountain range. It seemed especially angry with the narrow mountainside road Dan was cautiously driving his jeep on. The fierce winds fought to push the jeep across the icy road into the deep ravine below. If it wasn't for the heavy tire chains he'd installed at the base of the mountain he'd already be tumbling down that cliff.

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

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The Tinker’s Career: Part 5

 Customer services expand..

Based on a post by ron de, in 5 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.

Ester smiled then.

"Have you not seen the crack in the wall that separates our bedrooms?"

I had been found out not because of my handkerchief. A crack in the wall had exposed what I had done. There was no other course than to admit it.

"You have watched me through that crack?"

Ester nodded.

The Tinker’s Career: Part 4

Meeting the needs of the patrons.

Based on a post by ron de, in 5 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.

Grace chuckled.

"He is skilled at mending holes in buckets, but he is not very skilled in other things. He does not understand how the two of us may live here together without a man."

Elizabeth smiled.

"Such would believe any man. They are so proud of their own abilities they could not listen to an alternative."

I felt the need to interrupt. I was more than willing to listen.

The Tinker’s Career: Part 3

On My Own.

Based on a post by ron de, in 5 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.

The heavy heart I had upon leaving Honiton and Estelle brightened some as I walked along the road. The day was warm and sunny, and I had a feeling of freedom I'd not had for six years. During my apprenticeship, it was a requirement that I eat, sleep, and work according to the schedule of Master Eaton. His schedule even dictated the times when Estelle and I might engage in the skills she taught me, for we could do so only when he was absent from the workshop.

The Tinker’s Career: Part 2

Estelle’s Training.

Based on a post by ron de, in 5 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.

"I feel a wetness."

Estelle sighed as my fingertip again stroked between her puffy outer lips.

"Yes, it is because you are arousing my passions. The flow will increase as I become more excited. It is so to ease the passage of your cock when that time comes."

I confess I was ready for that time to come at that moment, but refrained from acting upon that urge. Instead, I continued my examination of Estelle's cunny, for having never seen one, I was very curious.

The Tinker’s Career: Part 1

 The adventures of a tinsmith's apprentice.

Based on a post by ron de, in 5 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.

I write this memoir to leave somewhat of a legacy to future generations, for my trade, like many, will no doubt be replaced by the mindless machines already in use for the making of pots, pans, and other tin plate work. Some will no doubt shake their heads at parts of this tale, though I make no excuses for it. Such has been my life so far, and it was a life lived to the fullest extent possible. To have done otherwise would mean I would suffer the regrets common to people who have lived a life of propriety until old age and therefore barren of excitement and adventure.

Stacy's Mom: Part 2

Kathy makes her desires known.

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

It was one Tuesday in July before I understood why Stacy was always friendly but never wanted to take things any further.

I was working on the design for a small spec building when my phone rang. The number was Stacy's home number, but I knew it wasn't her. She'd said she was going to Florida and took the whole week off. When I answered, the person on the other end was Kathy.

Stacy's Mom: Part 1

I wanted to date Stacy, but she kept inviting her mom too.

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

When you grow up in a small town in the South, it's not like growing up anywhere else. The South tends to be conservative anyway, and small towns take conservatism to the extreme. Most of the people in small, southern towns go to church on Sunday morning if not Sunday night and Wednesday night too. Most of the people in small, southern towns have a strict moral code and are quick to judge anyone who doesn't uphold that moral code.

Power of Dirndls and Lederhosen: Part 2

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The Power of Dirndls And Lederhosen: Part 1

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Coming Back to Life: Part 7

New Goals, Fantasies, and Kinks.

Based on a post by Quinn_McMullen, in 7 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.

 Once in the car, Chrissy put the seat back and started rubbing her clit. "I needed to keep my level of arousal high, so I played with myself as my lover drove me to his house. The sound of my fingers pleasuring myself began to make him hard."

She reached over and touched the front of my jeans. "You're not following the script Quinn. Am I going to have to spank you?"

"Perhaps I need to spank you for being such a demanding lover."

"Oh, I've never been spanked as an adult. We may need to do that."

Coming Back to Life: Part 6

 Jack Is Busted.

Based on a post by Quinn_McMullen, in 7 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Chapter 14.

Friday was a damp, miserable, rainy day. The wind was whipping and I was thankful to have a roof over my head. After I saw Zoë off on her day, I spent a couple hours working on my lesson plans for the coming weeks of classes. I worked on my research a bit, and then had a nice lunch. That afternoon I got out my bass guitar and started practicing pieces our band used to play. Based on Francesca's promise to get gigging again, I downloaded our old repertoire and was playing them on the stereo, playing along to get the timing and rhythm down. It was about half past five and I was having a grand old time.

Coming Back to Life: Part 5

 A Rainy Ceremony.

Based on a post by Quinn_McMullen, in 7 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.

 

Saturday was overcast with a threat of rain. I hoped Anders and his partner Geoffrey had contingency plans. The wedding ceremony and reception were scheduled to start at 4, I planned on picking up Zoë at 3:15. I wore a white dress shirt with a little blue pinstripe in it with a matching tie. White pleated Dockers, penny loafers, and a blue sports coat completed my ensemble.

Coming Back to Life: Part 4

 Chrissy’s Arts.

Based on a post by Quinn_McMullen, in 7 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.

 "In a moment." Her lips returned to mine, the oral sensations driving down my spine and sending extra blood to my crotch. We lay there necking for quite a while. For me, oral and tactile sensations are the strongest and Chrissy was putting those senses into overdrive.

She settled lower so that her breasts were pressing into my chest. I moved my hands to her ass. She ran her fingers through my thinning hair, slicking it down with my sweat. "You are a sweaty boy." She kissed me again, probing my mouth, then gently licking my lips. "Okay, I'm ready." She dismounted and easily stood.

Coming Back to Life: Part 3

Proper Cleaning.

Based on a post by Quinn_McMullen, in 7 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.

 

We started walking toward the house. Chrissy took my hand. I held the door when we got to the house, and she led me in. I moved to the sink and started running the water.

"Here move over." She nudged me with her hip.

I added some cold to lower the temperature. I squirted some dish detergent on my brush then hers.

"You just rub out the paint and keep rinsing a lot. Add detergent as necessary. Rub, rinse, rub, rinse. Not exactly compelling work."

Coming Back to Life: Part 2

Into the Forest.

Based on a post by Quinn_McMullen, in 7 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.

 

Zoë drove us to the state forest, about a 45-minute drive. She talked the entire time about several things, but never mentioned Chrissy I just listened and nodded a lot. As we pulled into the parking lot, she asked, "What's the temperature?"

She pushed a button on the wheel and reported, "Sixty-six. A little chilly to start. I don't think we need jackets, should we bring them in the knapsacks?"

I said, "I don't think so. It's only going to get warmer. The weather lady on channel seven said mid-eighties."

Coming Back to Life: Part 1

Can friends become lovers?

Based on a post by Quinn_McMullen, in 7 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.

 

Chapter 1.

Two years ago, my wife passed away. Processing the grief has been difficult because it has forced me to reconcile with my new identity as a widower. Supportive friends, neighbors, and colleagues have tried to help get me out of the house and away from the memories. Asking me to join their social events like fundraisers, parties, and cookouts have been great gestures, but I have yet to accept. I don't feel that I am quite ready for that much socializing, so I stay home and curl up with a good book.

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.

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.

A Virgin’s Christmas Wish.

 A lonely damsel gets a chance at neighbor’s Christmas ‘Yule, Log’.

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

On Christmas Eve, I should have been out spending time with family or friends, but instead, I was in my sparsely-filled apartment, with a wine glass in my hand; all dressed up but nowhere to go. I put on my gold sequin mini dress thinking that I could maybe go out to a club.

But when the time came, I wasn't really feeling it. I had just moved to a new city; far from my family and friends; and although I had enjoyed the freedom of walking around in the nude whenever I wanted, it was getting a bit lonely. I never pictured myself in my early twenties and still single. All of my friends were either married, engaged, or dating. I was totally lagging behind. I was hornier than I had ever been in my life.

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.

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.

One Silent Night: Part 3

Christmas Gifts

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.”

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 clusterfuck that is my life at this stage.”

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.

Charity Begins Next Door: Part 2

Can Two Broken people make something whole, again?

In 2 parts, Based on the post from Tx Tall Tales. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

Neighborhood Party

Cathy and John were holding a Christmas Eve open-house next door; and expecting half of the neighborhood over that evening. They were a high standard in generosity, for the rest of us neighbors to try to emulate.

I made my appearance, around 8:30 , and stoically accepted the offered condolences which were definitely putting me in the wrong state of mind. After only half-an-hour I knew I had to get out of there, even if it did piss off Cathy.

Charity Begins Next Door: Part 1

Life isn’t fair. So when you fight back, fight dirty.

In 2 parts, Based on the post from Tx Tall Tales. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Christmas has always been my favorite time of year. I married young, and had two perfect daughters, but my marriage was far from perfect. We had been young and in love. I was entering the community college and Denise was starting her senior year when we decided to tie the knot. Her family’s ready acceptance of me was a huge factor - the family I’d never had, making me feel like a real member of theirs. I can admit it now; I probably loved being a part of the family as much as I loved Denise.