Runways: Part 5

 Jealousy Among Women

By m storyman x – listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

"Well. Glad you're having such a good time fucking him. I guess you don't really need me for anything then, do you?" Amy snapped angrily as she pushed away from the table and got up. She walked out of the cabin in nothing but her shoes, the screen door slamming loudly as she left.

"Oh. I better go talk to her," Kim said quietly as she got up. "It'll be alright. I promise."

"Sure," I said as she headed toward the door her friend had just left through. How could things have gone so wrong? I'll admit that I'd had more than a few fantasies on the way to Chicago and back about having sex with both of them, but suddenly the person I was most interested in having a relationship with was the person that seemed most upset by the fact that Kim and I were having sex.

Runways: Part 4

 Amy’s Trip to the Rockies

By m storyman x – listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

"All I know is she wanted you to follow the directions in the note. I have no idea what it is, but as long as it doesn't crash the plane, I'd say it'd be best to do them. I mean you know how damn irritating she can get when her suggestions aren't followed."

"Suggestions? Is that what you call em?"

"She thinks they're suggestions." I chuckled.

"She does?"

"Yeah." I said.

"So. In the last three days, you two have, what? Chatted?"

"Well, there isn't all that much to do up there if you don't fish or hike, and you know how much she loves the outdoors."

Runways: Part 3

A Mountaintop Experience

By m_storyman_x – listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

"So where are we headed?" the supermodel asked as we walked across the grassy yard of the cabin towards the tree line.

"Someplace special," was all I answered, as I aimed us for the small trail that looked like it led around the lake. The hike wasn't long, only about a half an hour, but it was up hill all the way. We finally broke free of the pines at the base of a barren rocky hillside. I held a hand out for her. "Let me help you here. I don't want you to fall."

"Okay, but this hike is getting me too damned hot." she answered. She pulled her gauze white blouse over her head and tied it around her slender waist. Then taking my hand and letting me help her up the rock strewn hillside.

Runways: Part 2

The Taming of the Shrew

"I told you what I'd do if you pissed me off." I said as she walked past me.

By m_storyman_x – listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

"That water was fucking cold!"

"Uh huh. Matches your attitude. I think if I were you I'd warm it up a bit or you might be sleeping out in the jeep."

"You wouldn't!"

"The hell I wouldn't." I said with a scowl. "Remember the rules. This is my fucking vacation. You're along because I said you could, not to baby or pamper you or put up with your diva shit. If you don't like it, the road works two ways.

"Fine! I'm outa here!" She said stomping off toward the jeep. She climbed into the front seat and turned the key, the jeep lurching forward before coming to a stop again. "What's wrong with this thing?"

Runways: Part 1

Flying a supermodel isn't all it appears to be.

By m_storyman_x – listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

I had to find something to do when I got out of the military. Something that I loved, something that I wouldn't mind doing while I collected my military pension at age 40. Yeah, I know, retired at such a young age. But the military game is a young man's game and even with over seven thousand flying hours, youth still trumps experience in the flying game. As you get older your body just can't respond like it used to. As a result I just couldn't keep taking those high G maneuvers.

Angel of Mercy: Part 2

Miracles can happen on Christmas Eve.

Based on a post by auguy86, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time.

 

“I; I don’t want to just be a charity case,” Ken replied. “If you do this, Gabrielle;”

“It will only be because I want to. Promise,” Gabby replied, finishing his thought. “Now, your first lesson in kissing: making the move. I’m a young, attractive woman who has been making eye contact with you all night and finding every excuse in the book to touch you. You may not realize it, but when a woman does that, it means she’s ready for you to make the move. Try it on me, just like I did.”

Angel of Mercy: Part 1

Miracles can happen on Christmas Eve.

Based on a post by auguy86, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time.

 

Ken Dix flipped through the TV guide at a moderate pace; “500 channels, and nothing but Christmas specials on.”

Finding nothing but disappointment at every turn. As it was Christmas Eve, every show was a mushy feel-good romp spouting lines about family and goodwill to others. None of that spoke to Ken in the slightest.

“Ken?” a voice came from the kitchen.

The Auburn Pokè Girl: Part 3

Looking for more game-play.

Based on a post by a u guy86, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time.

The entire walk home, Ashley was smiling like a little girl on Christmas morning, holding Michael’s arm and walking as close to him as she could. Michael, on the other hand, was a nervous wreck. Antonio’s advice for him to be his normal dorky self had worked, but had it worked too well? Questions began to race through his mind. What if she invited him in? What if she invited him to bed with her? How would she react when he told her of his lack of experience? If she did want to sleep with him, he didn’t dare try to hide the fact that he was a virgin; no way would that end well. Sighing mentally, he decided he’d just have to play it by ear and hope for the best.

“I… had such a great time with you,” Michael said as they approached her door.

“Me too,” Ashley agreed. “And… well, it’s still kinda early.”

“Uh… y-yeah?”

The Auburn Pokè Girl: Part 2

Smack-talking with a hot gamer babe.

Based on a post by a u guy86, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time.

“Dude, you won’t believe what happened today,” Michael called out as he arrived back at his apartment.

“What’s up?” Antonio asked from the sofa.

“You know the girl from the basketball games?”

“That hot little trainer? Yeah?”

“She’s a member of the A U Pokémon League!”

“Are you serious?! Wha… what happened? Did you talk to her?” he asked.

“Yeah, we played a couple of games. She’s good; maybe the best I’ve ever played against,” Michael replied.

“That’s all? You just… played video games?” Antonio wondered, cocking his eyebrow.

“I, uh, might have also gotten her to agree to come to the Valentine’s Day dance with me,” Michael admitted.

“That’s what I’m talking’ about!” Antonio cheered, fist-bumping Michael. “You got a big day tomorrow. You ready for this?”

The Auburn Pokè Girl: Part 1

A pair of lonely gamers overcome their fears and preconceived notions on Valentine's Day.

Based on a post by a u guy86, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time.

Gaming for Love.

“And Smallwood drains it for three!”

Click click click. The digital SLR was zoomed in on the guard at the other end of the court. The $6000 zoom lens made Michael’s photo-journalism look world-class.

Michael Goldman scanned the Auburn Basketball Arena, always looking for the perfect shot for the school newspaper, The Plainsman.

Allison Smallwood, the star point guard of the women’s basketball team, always made for an excellent target. Not only was she a fantastic athlete, but she was also a pretty blonde with a dazzling smile. But sometimes a particular fan in the stands caught in a moment of emotional fervor, was just the touch to give the readers a full sense of the game experience.

The White Room: Part 5

Aiden sat, stunned and silent, as Adora finished her tale.

By Djmac1031. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

"So," said Adora, "what are you thinking?"

Aiden sighed. "I'm thinking you should see a doctor. Better yet, a psychiatrist."

"Aiden, I'm not crazy."

"I didn't say you were. But, maybe, I dunno? Schizophrenia? Multiple personality disorder? There's got to be a rational explanation for what's happening to you."

"Aiden, this is real. Vanda, talk to him!"

The White Room: Part 4

Bedroom Activities

By Djmac1031. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Nick crept silently back to his bedroom. He'd woken to the sounds of what he at first thought was crying. Thinking Adora / Vanda may be upset again, he'd gone to investigate.

He'd stopped just short of entering her room, once he'd registered the cries coming from his daughter were not of pain or distress, but of pleasure.

It wasn't the first time he had ever overheard Adora masturbating; even without the enhanced hearing the Collective's experiments had given him, her bedroom was only right down the hall, of course.

He'd paused to wonder what brought them to it, and what the experience must now be like for both her and the alien hitchhiker currently residing in her head. Realizing he'd lingered too long, he turned away, wanting to respect their privacy.

The White Room: Part 3

Nick & Chloe's daughter discovers the purpose of her birth.

By Djmac1031. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

(The following is a continuance to the story The White Room.)

Adora’s 4^th Birthday

"Daddy?"

"Yes, sweetheart? What's wrong?"

"I had a dream."

"You had a bad dream, sweetie?"

"Not a bad dream, Mommy. Just, a dream."

"Here, sit down. Tell us about it."

"I dreamed I was in a weird place. Everything was all white."

The White Room: Part 2

An optimal libido.

By Djmac1031. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

"You can touch me if you'd like," Chloe encouraged softly. I was more than happy to take her firm flesh in my hand. She sighed with contentment as I gently massaged her, her nipple hardening between my fingers.

We had no lubrication, but Chloe's hand was soft and smooth on my shaft, her touch gentle and caring. She seemed to know instinctively how I liked to be touched, applying just the right pressure on the upstrokes, with a slight twist of the wrist that sent shivers through me with each stroke.

"This is nice," Chloe said, "I don't often get to take my time doing this. Most times it's just a prelude to, other things."

The White Room: Part 1

Two strangers awake, naked & trapped in a strange room.

By Djmac1031. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

I woke to a whiteness so blinding it took several moments before I could do anything but squint. My eyes eventually adjusted to the pain enough to open fully, but the brightness never dimmed.

I found myself on my back, looking up at what should have been a ceiling, or the sky, or, well, something. Anything. Instead, all I could see was an unbroken field of white.

Was I awake? Maybe I was dead. I felt disembodied, and there were several failed attempts by my brain to send signals to my limbs before I could finally recognize the existence of them.