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.

A Divine Marital Intervention

A couple gets a gift from God

By Masterful_Husband. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Like a lot of people, I met my wife in college. We were in the same dorm and fell into that common dating circle trap where everyone is dating everyone. It wasn’t until we left for separate grad schools that we realized how much we meant to each other. It’s ironic that our relationship got more serious as we dated long distance but it worked well for us. I asked her to marry me when we graduated and we were wedded and honeymooning within six months.

I’d say our marriage was idyllic but that would be a lie. There was one issue that kept coming up over and over as a source of friction. My wife would tell you that we were “unevenly yoked”. I would say, “She’s religious and I wasn’t.”

The Lusty Chamberlain Daughters: Part 2

Is it sinfulness; or desire for a blessing?

By cocteleo. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.


Wednesday night before Thanksgiving, 2010
A London Parish Vicar

Reverend William Seldon, vicar of a well-to-do church in London, was having a hard time writing his next sermon. He was in the middle of wrestling with the topic of the evils of lust when his housekeeper knocked on his study door and came in bearing a tea tray.

As the plump and comfortable middle-aged woman set it down on his desk, she said, "Begging your pardon, sir, but I thought you might like a bite or two."

"Ah yes, thank you, Mrs. Blandford." He set his pen down and rubbed at his tired eyes.

The Lusty Chamberlain Daughters: Part 1

Reverend Henry is tempted by sin; or perhaps something else?

By cocteleo. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Wednesday night before Thanksgiving, 2010

It is the Regency era, in England. King George the 3rd is mentally ill and has lost the American colonies through his unstable rule. Prince George the 4th became the kingdom’s regent and restored calm and elevated culture, society, and piety. The social classes are clearly defined, but everyone lives in fear of descending to a lower class through poverty or lesser associations.
The Belle of Glenwood

Mr. Henry Carter, curate of the Anglican parish of Glenwood, was having a hard time adjusting to his new role. He had recently obtained his position several months ago, working under the rector, a stout man in his 50s, Mr. Niles Brewer.

Carnality in the Cloister

The truth behind the priests lecherous legends.

By Nakod Apa. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

The Pledge

As was customary, the Temple constables came for Diana early on the day that she came of age; for it was ordained that one who had not been sired by a man was holy and consecrated to the service of the gods, if male to become a priest, if female to serve as a vestal servant; and that they should remain celibate all their years. She wore her finest outfit and did herself up for this big occasion. Today she was accepting a celibate vow and a lifetime of religious duties in the temple and the ministries of the priests. She was stunning, and folks stopped and stared along the streets, as her family procession went by.

Success Is His Best Revenge

Young virgin college grad’s blind date with an Amazon Goddess.

By Bernard Marx – Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Jude was five-six, slim, and had a boyish face that could be better described as pretty than handsome. He compensates by trying to grow a beard.

Lyndsey was blonde, beautiful, and built. She was six foot two in heels. Her tits hung like ripe melons. Her juicy thighs and bubble-butt rounded out a form that could silence a room just by walking in. The two of them were all too happy to make their friends uncomfortable with impromptu make out sessions or keep their neighbors up every night with pleasurable moans from their residence.

Camping In Ireland: Part 2

A tale of firsts, set on a rainy camping trip, among young friends.

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



They stood in the dunes, feeling the sensation returning slowly to their clammy bodies. She grasped the two ends of the massive sheet together, behind his shoulder blades.

Then she stood up on tiptoes slightly, and his thumbs slipped slightly into under the elastic of her pants. She gave a sigh, relaxing into his embrace, and he instinctively pushed her wet knickers down, feeling as they rolled over on themselves as they slipped down her ass. He followed by pulling her wet tee shirt up over her shoulders, where she tugged it over her head, and tossed back by the bags.

Camping In Ireland: Part 1

A tale of firsts, set on a rainy camping trip, among young friends.

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

The Night Storm

Surrounded by flimsy, billowing nylon, the wind howled outside. The fly sheet occasionally touching the inner when the buffeting storm blew strongly enough, and patches of damp were beginning to appear where the outside was attempting to breach the inner. The light was fading outside and somehow the dankness of the evening was everywhere within. He stayed at the campsite while the others had headed for the village in the coast of Southwest Ireland. Local lads had told of a party, beer, and ‘opportunity’.

My Sheep Girl: Part 3.

Sorting things out with my parents.

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

 

Now that morning had arrived, it was finally time to learn who this unknown blonde goddess really was.

The early morning sun shone in through the many cracks and holes in the weathered planks that made up the roof and siding of the dusty old barn, bathing everything inside in a dim, yellowish light. The girl was still sleeping peacefully, with her head on my shoulder and her arm draped around my chest, her breathing regular and deep and slow. Because of how she was lying, I still couldn’t see much of her face, and what I could see was largely obscured by the curly wisps of blonde hair.

My Sheep Girl: Part 2

She seems so familiar?

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

The girl was shivering in my arms as the cool night breeze chilled the damp skin of her back. Although I wouldn’t mind fooling around a little more, I didn’t want her to catch a cold, or worse. I was feeling around for her sweater when my hand landed on something soft and furry. Picking it up, I recognized it as the woolly tail the girl had been wearing around her waist. At some point while we were having sex, the ribbon had come undone and the tail fell off.

My Sheep Girl: Part 1.

I found true love while participating in one of my hometown’s little known, but deeply cherished local traditions.

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

 

Island folklore.

Hi, I'm Jethro, I’m nineteen years old and I live with my parents and two younger sisters on one of the small islands off the east coast of Ireland. Although, to be truthful, that’s where I used to live, as I'm currently spending most of my days on the mainland, attending university. But the island will always be home to me and once I’ve graduated, I’ll surely go back. There's just something special about life on a small, isolated island like ours that simply can’t be found anywhere else.

Little Big Man: Part 5

Tinder Kink & Chasing Mandy

In 5 parts, based on a post by BrazenHorse. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

"What do you do?" Willy asked.

Donna smiled. "Retired," she answered as she took his hand and led him to a seating area across the room.

They sat down next to each other on one small section of a large L-shaped sofa. Donna sat on the edge of her seat, angled towards Willy. After they each took a sip of their drinks, she placed them on the coffee table in front of them. She smiled at him. "Well? Why don't you show me?"

Little Big Man: Part 4

Jenny’s Tutelage

In 5 parts, based on a post by BrazenHorse. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

"Here we go," said Willy as he approached the girls. As expected, they each eyed his big cock, bouncing left to right as he walked.

"This is amazing," Jenn said as she retrieved her glass of wine.

“Uh, ladies, my eyes are up here?” Willy cut the tension with glee.

 "And your point would be? Jenn retorted with a horny grin. “Idon't even care that the wine is terrible."

"Wait, really?" Willy asked.

Little Big Man: Part 3

Mandy gets handy

In 5 parts, based on a post by BrazenHorse. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

Back in the living room, she sat down on the couch and reviewed the footage. Despite her intense excitement, she managed to keep the phone still, capturing his entire orgasm without revealing anything in the background that may expose his identity. As Willy cleaned in the other room, she watched the sixty second clip several times. She couldn't peel her eyes off the screen as his cock erupted massive white loads across the bed sheets.

Little Big Man: Part 2

Karaoke Conclave

In 5 parts, based on a post by BrazenHorse. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

"Well?" Mandy said as she sat down across Willy at the sparsely occupied karaoke bar in the center of town. "How'd it go?"

"With what?" Willy asked, sipping his tea. He was not much of a wine drinker. Mandy loved singing karaoke, and she often invited Willy to join her, here.

Mandy scoffed. "The App, ya dum dum. Did you get any hits?"

Little Big Man: Part 1

Willy gets dating advice from his friend Mandy.

In 5 parts, based on a post by BrazenHorse. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

Wednesday night before Thanksgiving, 2010

"Sorry sir, we're closed now."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" The man protested as he stood in the doorway of the pharmacy. "It's fucking eight o'clock! I just need one thing!"

Willy shook his head. "I'm sorry sir. We're closed."

"Un-fucking-believable," the well-dressed man muttered as he stormed off towards his Range Rover. "Fucking bullshit," he said one last time before driving off.