Lusty Lessons From Bible Camp: Part 3.

 Lusty Lessons From Bible Camp: Part 3.
Kurt and Melanie find out love is simple, life, not so much.

Based on a post by Lingering Afterthought, in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.

Warm and safe, the love of my life inside me and wrapped around me, I slept the blissful sleep of the newly-deflowered. I dreamed I was running through the streets in a downpour, the water drenching me, but I was almost weightless and practically flew along on my swift bare feet without fear of harm. The rain stopped suddenly, and I was alone at the base of a majestic temple, a mountain of stairs leading to pillars that were shrouded in darkness.

With barely a thought, I climbed the stairs and found myself at the top next to one of the stone columns. The darkness was alive, nervous, convincing me of things that were there and not there at the same time. I pressed my face against the stone pillar, its cold smoothness reassuring me that it had no surprises for me; it had no life. Then, out of the darkness, I heard footsteps approaching. The sound echoing on the stone edifices around me, it felt like the footsteps were coming from everywhere at once.

Lusty Lessons From Bible Camp: Part 2.

 Lusty Lessons From Bible Camp: Part 2.
Reunion: Kurt and Melanie find themselves together again at college.

Based on a post by Lingering Afterthought, in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.

For months, I had dreamed of kissing him again, remembering the feel of his soft lips exploring mine during the hot summer nights at camp. The dream of it had kept me up at night, swirling in my mind, arousing a delicious hunger that demanded satisfaction. Now, his lips were angry and hard, though. His arms were clenched painfully just under my ribs and I was off balance. His hair reeked of a strange smoke and cloves. His teeth bumped mine as he snaked his tongue deep inside my mouth and I tasted beer and something else that made my stomach lurch. I pushed away from him and turned quickly, vomiting on the steps of the stately building.

"Whoa; I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I just; shit. Are you okay?" he asked, gently holding back my hair as more waves of nausea made me lurch again.

Lusty Lessons From Bible Camp: Part 1.

 Lusty Lessons From Bible Camp: Part 1.
Camp counselors don't always follow the rules.

Based on a post by Lingering Afterthought, in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.

After lights out on the first night of my last year at Pipestone Lake Bible Camp, I stared up at the bunk mattress above me, listening to the crickets outside and the whispered giggles of my girlfriends in the cabin. I felt a little silly still going to my childhood bible camp at the age of 18, but at the same time it was so hard to let go. I didn't feel ready to be out in the world, yet, and college was only a few weeks away. Pam, the camp counselor reminded us again that there was no talking after lights out, and the giggling eventually died out. This year was our wistful goodbye to the camp of our childhood and our excitement, fueled by years of fun memories and many joyful summers, made it difficult to sleep. We were good girls at heart, though, and did our best to comply. The snickers were gradually replaced by heavy sleepy breathing and the occasional soft snore. My mind drifted on the night, almost asleep, when a slight squeak and a click quickly brought me back. Counselor Pam had left our cabin through the back door. Curious, and no longer sleepy, I followed her out of the cabin, through the woods, to the chapel where we attended church services twice every day.

 

Geekz And Freakz: Part 4

Thomas finds intimacy.

Based on a post by mi woodsman, in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.

I watched Kelly walk away, buck naked, down the hall towards the bedroom. She was back in less than a minute, with a small box in her hand, which she tossed on the coffee table. She knelt in front of me, looked me over, and gently pushed me onto my back.

"The second time you'll last much longer. Now lie back and enjoy," she said as she lay next to me.

She kissed me, deep and long, as her hand played over my chest and stomach. One leg draped over my thigh, forcing my legs slightly apart. Her touch moved lower, tracing an outline on my abdomen of my semi-hard cock. A fingertip dragged lightly down my shaft, flooding my body with electricity. Kelly looked down and watched as I became more erect under the gentle touch of her thumb and forefinger, sliding up and down the length of my cock.

 

Geekz And Freakz: Part 3

A Weakness Becomes A Strength..

Based on a post by mi woodsman, in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.

The intervening weeks had done nothing make it fade the way dreams do.

The unceasing obsessing took a toll on me and my thoughts started spiraling uncontrollably. I became desperate enough to take my anti-anxiety pills out of the medicine cabinet and hold the bottle in my hand for close to an hour, staring at it. I hated those pills as they made me see the world through a sort of veil and I always had the distinct feeling I was missing something. I never felt like I was all there when I was on my meds. What saved me in the end was I thought of Nico's eyes and a calming peace came over me. The pressure slowly lifted off my chest and I put the bottle back without taking one pill.

I finally received a short text from her just after midnight: Happy fucking new year. Short and to the point, just like Nico.

 

Geekz And Freakz: Part 2

His Obsessive Dedication Gets Tapped Into.

Based on a post by mi woodsman, in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.

Nico stared at me as I finished my coffee. It had grown cold but I couldn't bear to leave it unfinished. Finally, she said, "Back in a moment," and walked off to the restrooms. A minute later she was back and dropped a ball of green material in my lap as she sat back down. "Feel it," she said, "Feel how wet you've made me."

The crotch of her panties was soaked and I fought the urge to bring them up to my nose so I could breathe her in. I smiled, checked the time on my cell and said, "Come on, I'll walk you back."

A silence enveloped us as walked across campus. She was obviously deep in thought and I couldn't get any words out of my mouth. At her lobby I tried to give her panties back but she stuffed them in my front pants pocket, her fingers brushing lightly along my semi-rigid cock.

Geekz And Freakz: Part 1

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The Bishop’s Hotwife: Part 5

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The Bishop’s Hotwife: Part 4

Asking forgiveness instead of permission.

Based on a post by Wendy Trilby, in 5 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

"Saturday, Caleb has a soccer tournament all afternoon, and Sunday, oh, I know how much you love Sundays."

Yes, I did, and she could see my eyes light up.

"Tell you what, you come to church with us, we'll take the crew to Sonic for lunch and then home; I'm pretty sure I can be plastic balls deep in your ass by two."

She was so matter of fact about this.

"So, church?"

I didn't want to go to church with her and the family, but there was a certain wicked allure to attending services, knowing I'd be feasting on her later in the day.

 

The Bishop’s Hotwife: Part 3

Gideon Gets it on.

Based on a post by Wendy Trilby, in 5 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Walking around the impressive property, I was greeted by neighbors, some I knew, others I had never seen before. I recalled several of them being friends of my father.

Walking by the pool, I found Gideon, Hannah's brother, who was the reason for the party. He was coming up the pool ladder, enroute back to the diving board.

"Gideon, congratulations on the mission. You must be very excited."

Gideon stepped up to shake my hand. He was 18 and about to face adulthood directly. I was glad I never went on a mission, but I was also impressed by how much my LDS friends learned about life during theirs.

Gideon's eyes were locked on the pool, and it was easy to see she was distracted by the attractive moms in their bathing suits.

 

The Bishop’s Hotwife: Part 2

It’s not a tryst when she’s training me.

Based on a post by Wendy Trilby, in 5 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

"You can have me any way you choose. But you must always finish in my cunt. God's seed is never to be wasted."

I found it amusing, or perhaps ironic, that she somehow integrated religion into what was essentially just a wild sexual affair.

"What about The Bishop?"

"The Bishop is a wonderful man-a great provider, a man of the temple, a leader. But he's impotent in the bedroom; he has been for years. I, on the other hand, have an insatiable thirst."

"Are you on the pill? Should I get condoms?"

"No and no. But Mandy needs frequent servicing."

"Um, who's Mandy? You keep saying her name."

 

The Bishop’s Hotwife: Part 1

When Mormon mothers go wild, they go really wild.

Based on a post by Wendy Trilby, in 5 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Chapter 0: Gideon's Dilemma.

Despite living in a large home with four brothers and two sisters, Gideon Barton had little privacy. When you're 18 just about everything gives you an erection and most young men turn to porn for relief.

But in Gideon's strict Mormon household, his father, The Bishop, a respected pillar of the church, imposed restrictions on internet access, computers, and phones. Visiting sites like Pornhub or Literotica was nearly impossible.

But then again, nothing's as vivid as the mind of a horny teen, and Gideon could create fantasies from just about anything. He had masturbated to thoughts of the weather girl on channel 5, several of his teachers, and right now, his mother's good friend, Kristi Haskett.

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.

 

Michigan Weather and Women: Part 4

Finding real love, at last.

Based on a post by CleverGenericName, in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.

Driving home the next day felt like waking up from some kind of dream until I pulled into our driveway and Munchkin came running out to greet me. As I was getting out to reassure him that he hadn't been abandoned, the reality of my life settled right back in. I went inside, and Lane and Mary grunted their hellos without looking up.

Ah, home.

I texted Erin that I made it back safely, and she replied almost immediately saying what a great night she had, and how much she missed me already. It was going to be a long three weeks until she rotated back to the hospital in Petoskey. Luckily, life was as busy as always, and time flew by. For the first time since I was a child, I could honestly say that I was happy.

My happiness lasted until the day before Erin was scheduled to return.

 

Michigan Weather and Women: Part 3

How did we ever get here?

Based on a post by CleverGenericName, in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.

"When I was fourteen, Mr. Johnson introduced me to a friend of his, Henry White, who was a master plumber. Henry was a high-functioning alcoholic whose temper had driven away all his old apprentices and journeymen. Luckily, I was always big for my age, and Mr. Johnson assured Henry that I was seventeen, turning eighteen in the next few months, so he took me on with the promise to make me an apprentice as soon as I was old enough. By the time that Henry learned my actual age, he had come to rely on me so much that he kept me on."

"But what about school? Don't you need a high school diploma to become an apprentice?"