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.

Mrs. Claus’s Cookie Therapy: Part 2

Nancy Pledges her passionate best for Mike.

Based on a post by m storyman x, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

I sat on the sofa staring out the back window and across the yard, wondering what they were talking about. A few minutes turned into half an hour, which turned into almost an hour. My curiosity finally got the best of me and I snuck down the hall as quietly as I could. I stopped at the door and listened, hoping to hear their conversation. But conversation was not what I heard. What I heard was soft gentle moaning. Two different sounds of moaning. I shook my head in confusion and pushed the door open silently, moving it ever so slowly so that the hinge, which occasionally squeaks, wouldn't. I peeked around the door to the bed and stood there, staring.

Mrs. Claus’s Cookie Therapy: Part 1

An aging couple gets a surprise gift from Mrs. Clause.

Based on a post by m storyman x, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

I could hear Nancy, my wife, clinking the dishes in the kitchen as she unloaded the dishwasher. It was Christmas eve morning, and she was up and about before six. That meant only one thing as far as I was concerned, no Christmas sex this year, again. Not with the kids showing up this afternoon. I've found myself thinking back to the early years a lot more lately. You'd think that in my sixties, sex wouldn't be a big deal anymore, but instead it seemed like my tolerance for her lack of desire or output was lower instead of better.

Bridge Engineering: Part 3

Settling In For A Long Winter’s Nap.

Based on a post by Architect 23 94, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.

We all said our goodnights, then Stefani and I made our way back up the stairs. I closed the door to the basement and motioned for her to wait for a moment. I reached up to a nearby shelf and very carefully removed an old set of sleigh bells, which I silently hung on the doorknob as an early warning system.

Stefani whispered, "Someone has been doing some serious planning."

I quietly replied, "Yes, someone has. Is it working?"

She answered by wrapping her arms around me and pulling me into our first slow, introductory kiss. Our lips separated briefly, we looked silently into each other's eyes for a moment, then our heads instinctively tilted and our lips came back together with a deeper, more confident kiss. One kiss blurred into two, then three, and continued until one was indistinguishable from the next. Our mouths opened wider and wider, yearning to feel the other partner's passion, before our tongues began a frantic dance between her mouth and mine.

 

Bridge Engineering: Part 2

Why is my mom here?

Based on a post by Architect 23 94, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.

I awoke to the sound of Lizzie's bathroom door opening and closing, and the girls' footsteps moving around her bedroom. I laid there for a minute then reluctantly pulled myself out of bed to splash some water on my face and slip on a pair of flannel lounge pants and a t-shirt.

I emerged from my bedroom and looked down in the great room to see the girls standing by the sofa looking at Stefani as she slept.

Toni heard me coming down the stairs and asked, "Why is my mom here?"

Lizzie followed that with the accurate but impolite assessment, "Her makeup is all smeared."

Before I could say anything, Toni shook her mom's shoulder and loudly inquired, "Mom! Mom! Are you ok?!"

Stefani stirred, stretched her legs under the blankets, and drowsily answered, "Yes honey, I'm fine. Mom just had a really rough night."

 

Bridge Engineering: Part 1

Two broken, single parents find healing.

Based on a post by Architect 23 94, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.

And so it began. The start of another school year. I pulled my Jeep into the school grounds and took my place in the waiting drop-off lane. Children scurried about the school grounds with crisp back-to-school clothes and brightly colored backpacks not yet soiled and tattered from use. I winced internally as numerous mothers hugged their little ones, sent them into the building, and tearfully departed.

My Elizabeth unfastened her seatbelt and eagerly fidgeted on the edge of the seat as we crept forward in line. Upon arrival at the designated unloading zone, Lizzie contorted herself over the center console and gave me a tight, all-consuming hug. "I love you Daddy!" she shouted as a volunteer parent opened the car door. And with that, she was gone in a flash. The volunteer and I just smiled at each other and shrugged our shoulders.

 

Lost At Christmas: Part 2

A vulnerable confrontation with an old crush.

Based on a post by Tx Tall Tales, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at My First time.

Christmas

What had started out with the potential for so much disappointment, my first Christmas away from home, was actually quite wonderful. The family embraced me and treated me as one of their own. Dinner was scrumptious, a Christmas ham, with the full complement of side dishes. After dinner we chatted, drank a little too much spiked eggnog, and told stories of the last few years.

I sat close to Sheri when I could, beside her at the dinner table, and next to her on the couch while we had our eggnog. I tried to engage her in some quiet conversation of our own, but the setting was all wrong for that, and I eventually abandoned those attempts. It was nice enough just to be near her.

 

Lost At Christmas: Part 1

His First Christmas away from home, & His best gift ever.

Based on a post by Tx Tall Tales, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at My First time.

After my first semester in College, I was eager to go home for the holidays. I was going to school in Rochester, New York, and anybody who'd experienced the lake-effect winters on the Great Lakes would understand my desire to get to somewhere warmer.

For me, that somewhere warmer was a long ways away. As a military brat, home was often a moving target, and that winter it was Santiago, Chile, where my father was stationed and where I'd graduated high-school. It was summer in Santiago, and I was looking forward to a pool-party with my old school mates for the Holidays.

 

Blizzard Revelations.

Two best friends, stranded in a car, find fun ways to keep warm.

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

"Hey, Lindsey; you all set?"

A tall, shaggy-haired fella came up from the basement guest bedroom, then strode the hallway, and called up the staircase to her 2nd story bedroom, from near the front door. Lindsey felt her stomach flutter once again. Jackson was actually back from college. In his hand, he carried a suitcase of his own, and a laptop bag slung over his shoulder. He smiled at her as she came down the big oak stairs, and she nodded.

"Yep, Jack; just gotta grab my rucksack and lock up, and we're good to go!"

She couldn't remember when the two of them had first met. Their parents had been close friends for years, before they'd even been born. So far as she cared, she'd known Jackson forever. They'd grown up together, referred to each other as cousins. The pair had been almost inseparable, all the way up to Jackson leaving for college.

Sweet Dreams: Part 5

The Light From Yonder Window Breaks: Brandon and Jeannette return to school to deal with the Sandy situation.

Based on a post by Cryonic. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

The Siren Starts To Sing.

Brandon entered school with a smile on his face. Even though it was a Monday morning, the day before has been extremely relaxing, and rejuvenated him. He had been able to spend a restful day with his family and the girl he loved with all his heart, and nothing was going to sour the mood he was in. Jeannette greeted him sweetly as he left his locker, and her mood seemed to be as calm and peaceful as his was.

Sweet Dreams: Part 4

Strengthening The Home Front: Brandon and Jeannette recover from their earlier mistake, then spend the day with his family.

Based on a post by Cryonic. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Mission Update.

The next day, Jeannette picked up Brandon just after lunch. “So, I think it is time for a status update. How are things with Megan?”

“Slow, but making progress. She is at least responding to my attention now, instead of blowing it off. I think I should be able to make a breakthrough in a week or so, and then the real challenge begins. I’m still not sure how we are going to pull it off, but I think once we get to know her a little it may make our path clearer. I’m hoping that will also give us some ideas on who to look for as a date for her too, because that is no small feat. I looked a little earlier in the week, but I have no clue who would actually be interested in her to start, much less willing to put up with the possibility of her constant cruel commentary.”

Sweet Dreams: Part 3

Watching the Watcher: Brandon and Jeannette deal with the fallout from the last mission, and decide on a side mission.

Based on a post by Cryonic. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Brandon couldn't bring himself to move for a minute longer, but eventually he worked up the energy to get off the bed. He took a quick but refreshing shower, and went downstairs to join the family. Jeanette was helping her mom finish up a quick dinner, and they both smiled up at him when he entered the kitchen. He heard the tapping of a keyboard in the next room, and got up to talk to Jack, as a concern from earlier in the day again came to the forefront of his mind.

Sweet Dreams: Part 2

The Heights of Love: Brandon and Jeannette grow closer, and fulfill Becky's dreams of love in the Outdoors

Based on a post by Cryonic. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Distractions.

Brandon tried focusing on his classes as much as he could, but he was once again distracted. His newfound girlfriend Jeannette turned out to be the daughter of a sex genie, and their first time making love had unearthed a rather interesting power – she could see the sexual fantasies of the people around her, and when Brandon had skin-to-skin contact with her, he could see them as well.

Sweet Dreams: Part 1

Two people find each other, and then find a new world neither of them expected.

Based on a post by Cryonic. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Introduction:
This story is based on the world of "Genie Chronicles" by Joe Brolly. There is another offshoot series call "Beautiful Wish" that also explores that world. I know someone has recently reposted those stories here, but I read them originally on another site. There are also some concepts from other stores, such as an element from "Bait & Switch" that I thought would fit well. This is the first major story of this type I have done (I did do a relatively short but intense one for a friend a year ago, but it got deleted. I may attempt to resurrect it if that person gives me permission though)