Fairmount School Sex Ed: Session 2 - listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories Second lesson for Fairmount Sex Ed: oral sex. All the students proceeded to enter the classroom and removed their clothes. The teachers were standing at the front of the classroom and they were already completely naked. Mrs. Winters addressed the class, “now class for today our lesson will focus on oral sex. Now who can tell me what it means to have oral sex?” Bethany a taller girl with light brown hair, and very large breasts raised her hand leaving her spectacular 32F breasts exposed for all the boys in the classroom to see. “Well oral sex is when you use your mouth to pleasure your partner,” she said as she started to touch her pussy a bit. “That’s correct Bethany. Now oral sex is commonly known by different names. For instance when a woman is giving a man oral sex it is commonly known as a blowjob or fellatio,” said Mr. Winters whose cock was already starting to get hard from seeing his attractive young students naked and the talk of oral sex. “Also when a man gives oral sex to a woman it is commonly referred to as eating pussy or cunnilingus,” Mrs. Winters told the class. “Now we are going to demonstrate on each other just like in the last class,” Mr. Winters told the class. “However, this time we would request that you do not masturbate to orgasm during the demonstration as there will be a special activity after the demonstration this class period. You can still gently masturbate but we would request that you do not bring yourself to an orgasm.” “Now once again I will start by demonstrating a blowjob on my husband,” Mrs. Winters said to the class as she walked toward her husband. When she reached her husband she reached down to start stroking his cock, which was already very erect. She addressed the class again, “now since I will be using my mouth to pleasure my husband I will describe to you what I will be doing to my husband before I start with the blowjob.” She got down on her knees to better show the class what she was going to do to her husband’s penis. “First, what I like to start with is simply licking up the shaft of the penis, you can also alternate with swirling your tongue around the man’s shaft. Also one thing you young women should note is that generally the most sensitive part of a man’s penis is the head so you want to make sure you are paying a lot of attention to the cock head when you are giving a blowjob. Now what I do after I lick the man’s shaft is I will put only the cock head in my mouth and swirl my tongue around the head. This drives most men wild. Once you have done that for a bit you can start bobbing your head on the man’s penis. You can also use your hand to stroke the cock while you suck on it and bob your head. Now one of the big things I’m sure you have heard of with giving a blowjob is deep throat. This can be difficult at first and takes practice and also depends on the size of the man’s penis. You can try to deep throat a man but it will probably take a few tries for you to accomplish it. One thing you also need to think about when you give a man a blowjob is where he is going to cum. Now I know most of you young women might be a little unsure about letting a man cum in your mouth but I can tell you that most men prefer to come in a woman’s mouth when they are receiving a blowjob. The key is for all you young men in the class to let the girl know when you are about to cum so she can be prepared for your orgasm. Now just like when I was showing you how to give a hand job you should pay attention to a man’s testicles while you are giving him a blowjob especially when you feel his testicles pulling closer to his body as this is usually a very good indication that he is about to have an orgasm. Now when a man lets me know that he is about to come I pull back so that only the head of his penis is in my mouth and swirl my tongue around the head until I feel him ejaculating in my mouth. Then I flick my tongue undernea

Fairmount School Sex Ed: Session 1  - listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories Students have interesting first sex education lesson. “Now class today we are going to begin our sex education lesson,” said Mrs. Winters, the very attractive sex education teacher. “Now before you joined this class you were required to sign a form that doesn’t allow you to tell anyone what happens in this class. So has everyone brought in their signed forms to class today?” asked Mr. Winters the other sex ed teacher and the husband of Mrs. Winters. All the students nodded their heads to show that they had turned in their forms. “Well that’s good” said Mrs. Winters, “now the reason we asked you to get those forms signed is because this is to prove that you have passed your eighteenth birthday and because this is going to be a very different kind of sex education class from the kinds of classes you have been in before.” “Now we want you all to be very comfortable with your sexuality and we feel that the best way for all of you to do this is with full participation in the class,” said Mr. Winters. “In order for everyone to fully participate we are going to require everyone in the class to remain naked at all times while you are in this classroom,” Mrs. Winters told the students. The class all began to talk at once protesting the fact that they were going to have to be naked in class. “Now calm down class I know all of you may be uncomfortable with being naked in front of your fellow classmates, but believe me this will help you become more comfortable with your sexuality,” said Mr. Winters “and to make all of you feel more comfortable Mrs. Winters and I will also be staying naked for the duration of the class also.” With that both Mr. and Mrs. Winters began taking off all of their clothes. Once they had finished undressing they stood before the class completely naked and needless to say every eye in the classroom was focused on the two naked teachers in front of them, or at least on certain parts of them. Every male student’s eyes were focused on Mrs. Winters’ large 36DD breasts, while all of the female students were focused on Mr. Winters’ large penis hanging between his legs which was about seven inches long even in its flaccid state. “Now as you can see we are perfectly comfortable with our nudity and we want you to be as comfortable with your nudity as we are with ours,” Mrs. Winters told the students. “Now get those clothes off. Come on lets get a move on,” Mr. Winters ordered the students. This was quickly followed by all of the students beginning to remove all of their clothing. Some of the students struggled with taking off their clothes because they continued to pay attention to their naked teachers at the front of the classroom. Eventually all of the students were naked in the classroom, most of the students were shyly covering their genitals. “All right now that all of you are naked we are going to go over the first thing that happens to begin the sexual cycle; arousal,” said Mr. Winters. “Who can tell me what the signs of arousal are in a man?” Mrs. Winters asked the class. Devon, a slightly nerdy looking student raised his hand and started to reveal what looked like an impressive erection he was trying to hide under his hand. “Yes Devon?” Mrs. Winters said. “Well the most obvious signs of arousal in a man is that his penis will become hard and erect, which is known as an erection,” said Devon “another sign of arousal in a man is that his testicles will swell as they prepare to release semen.” “Yes, that is correct Devon.” Said Mrs. Winters “Now there are many different ways to get a man aroused and cause him to have an erection. The first and most obvious way, which I’m sure many of you young men are experiencing, is seeing a naked woman. I’m sure that since I took off my clothes many of you began to have an erection, which was only increased when your fellow female classmates also took off their clothes so you should not be ashamed about

Surprise Package Delivery - The local ‘Abandoned Spouses Support Group’ just started. (erotic coupling) By MarthaMcKinley. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The prickling feeling was getting more painful especially right above my pubic bone, a sign of the sun doing its damaging, yet tan-inducing, thing. I could also feel little beads of perspiration appearing on my abdomen, another indicator that this 85° day in May was a good choice for lying out in my backyard; naked. A large beach towel kept the annoying little critters from scaling the grass blades to climb onto me, guaranteeing that I could have a peaceful thirty minutes in the sun. I was nearing that time limit, based upon what I was feeling, but the warmth and the slight breeze had lulled me into a tranquility that I wanted to indulge in for just a little while longer. These sensual adventures, though simple, were all I was left with over the past many weeks. After a marriage of 20 years, I was blindsided by my husband, Ken, who informed me that he had been hearing a call to his gay side, and needed to find his “true self.” That made it difficult for me to feel an attraction to him, when I knew his ultimate desires were now for a man. In fact, he had met a man recently, a potential lover, which made me even less inclined to want a sexual intimacy with him. Being only forty and still in my womanly prime, though, I wasn’t ready to surrender my sexuality, nor was I ready to give up on my marriage. Being an unfaithful wife was not in the cards for me, either, I told myself. So Ken and I had begun talking about how to somehow make this marital relationship work within our present constraints. All of which made me wonder why I was still beautifying my body with slow tanning and shaving my various body hair, because he had practically told me that his interests were no longer for women. Yet I felt compelled to do so nonetheless, as I guess I couldn’t turn off a lifetime of perfecting my appearance. “A few more minutes,” I told myself, as the seductive sensations of warmth and tingling were difficult to resist, as was the lure of how my skin would look, evenly bronzed without those distracting tan lines. I was startled into alertness when I heard a truck pull into our driveway, then quickly accelerate and brake, making a three point turn to maneuver the vehicle with the rear door facing our porch deck. Having my escape into the back door blocked, I hastily wrapped the beach towel around me just as this tall, hunk of a man stepped out the side door of his UPS truck. He looked in his early forties, judging from the faint streaks of gray in his wavy black hair, which appeared a little unruly, like he had repeatedly run his fingers through a perspiring scalp to keep it from perpetually falling onto his forehead. “Ken Dyer residence?” He called out quizzically, eying me in a way that could only be interpreted as pleasantly stunned. After an awkward pause, I affirmed that he was at the right house. “Your husband?” He asked. I nodded. “Guess you all are getting a big order of track lighting?” Overcoming my surprising shyness, I managed to say only, “Yes.” He moved swiftly to the rear door, flung it up, gave me a quick glance back, and hopped up inside. Within a couple seconds, he stuck his head out and inquired, “Don’t suppose you could give me a hand in here? It’s kind of a mess after driving up your bumpy road, which caused a package avalanche of sorts.” I froze. “Uh, sure,” I eventually offered, though I was not quite sure how I had to be tapped for undoing the consequences of his probably too assertive driving. I slipped into my sandals, strode across the little lawn to stand at the back of the truck, and awaited his instructions. “Come on up,” he invited me, extending his right hand in a polite gesture of assistance. I took his hand, and, holding my other one around the top of my towel to keep it tightened, I hoisted myself up into the truck. “Thanks a lot,” he said since

The Mistress Auction of London - A countess offers her body to the highest bidder. (exhibition) By LouisaAdler. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Chapter 1. The Marquess of Ravenswood hated dramatics. He also loathed crowds, prying eyes, and London. Yet, there he sat, in the very back row of what was surely the most infamous, crowded event in the city’s history. Only one thing could pry him to this cesspool. The Hellfire Club was having an auction. Even Ravenswood couldn’t resist that temptation. He shifted in the rickety wooden chair, his large frame unused to such cramped spaces. A growl of impatience left him. “For a gathering that’s supposed to be secret, there are crush of fools here.” Next to him, Lord Seth Cardew rolled his eyes. “Only you would call two hundred attendees a crush, Will. It’s been almost a year since the last auction, you know. Our membership craves this sort of diversion, even those whose pockets won’t let them bid.” Will grumbled. Truth be told, he wouldn’t be attending this blasted event, if it weren’t for the letter. Even in the wilds of Yorkshire, he kept up with London’s underbelly. Gossip had reached him, quietly and with the archest of tones, that suggested he might find tonight’s auction particularly interesting. He didn’t dare hope that what he looked for would be on display, however. In the five years since Violet had left him, no woman had tempted him for long. To think one of the women here, willingly selling herself to the highest bidder, would fill that void was ludicrous. He would be a damned, romantic fool to assume such a thing. Just in case, though… Just in case, here he was. Dressed like a Christmas goose, in his top hat and tails, and antsy. He’d taken the train down just that morning. “Get on with it,” he growled. As if bidden by his thoughts, the electric lights dimmed. The audience members, or buyers he supposed, were left in shadows, while the slightly raised stage remained illuminated by a host of white, glowing tapers. A woman stepped out of the gloom and onto the stage. Hers was a serious beauty, made more so by the candlelight. Inky black hair swept back in a chignon, with features as sharp as a hawk, she reminded Will of a governess. If governesses wore men’s clothing, of course. The mistress of ceremonies was kitted out better than Will. On her tall, slim frame she’d donned black trousers, a perfectly tailored jacket, and gleaming, emerald silk waistcoat. The only nod to her femininity was the bright red stain on her lips. Will roused a little, intrigued against his will. She wasn’t for him—too sharp, when he’d been spoiled by curves—but he appreciated beauty in all forms. “Welcome, friends, to The Hellfire Club’s Mistress Auction,” she said in a deep, throaty voice. The room quieted even further. “I am Madame Valerie, purveyor of fine mistresses and the ringleader of this particular circus. We’ll start, as always, with the gold contracts.” “Bring on the whores!” She narrowed her eyes at the audience, skewering the interrupter. “These are not whores, sir. The women who take part in this auction are of the highest breeding and class, women who have willingly signed their contracts and are bestowing their talents onto select, respected persons. We vet not only our mistresses, but their protectors.” Her tone suggested the man in question could kiss his luck tonight goodbye. Madame Valerie straightened and continued her introduction. “As I was saying, we’ll start with the gold contracts. For those who are new to our ranks, I will explain.” “The Hellfire Club color codes our contract levels, each corresponding to a prescribed set of limitations. Gold contracts, the rarest, are entered into very carefully. There are no limits on what you can do, after purchasing a gold contract, aside from inflicting permanent bodily harm. For whatever amount of time she signs on for, the mistress will be under the buyer’s complete control, both sexually and personally.” “She is, for all

A Divine Marital Intervention - A couple gets a gift from God. (Erotic Coupling) 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.” We had discussed it (at great length) when we dated. I wasn’t some militant atheist. Those people have elevated that belief to an absurd level. I was an agnostic. I believed that disproving God was as futile as believing in one. I remember one memorable conversation my wife (then fiancée) and I had. “I kind of admire people of faith,” I’d said. She propped herself up on one elbow, looking at me with some excitement. “Really?” I nodded, “Truly. I just can’t make myself believe in something so, ephemeral. Unverifiable. You know?” “You believe in my love, don’t you?” “Of course.” “Isn’t it just as ephemeral?” I kissed her, “No. You show me how much you love me every day.” “So does God. You just have to know where to look.” The certainty in her voice was compelling but not persuasive. I sighed, trying to avoid a fight, “I, I understand why you say that but I don’t see it that way. I do see wonderful, amazing things in this world but I also see plenty of reasonable, non-divine, explanations. On top of that, I don’t see why Christianity has to be the only answer. I mean, Have you made an extensive study of all major religions? Maybe there’s another out there that’s more internally consistent than Christianity?” She frowned, “Danny, do you think I only believe because of some myopic view of the Bible?” “Um, This feels like a trap,” I said, grinning and trying to defuse the situation. “It’s not. Look,” she said sitting up. Her pert little breasts were bare in front of me but I tried not to focus on them. She didn’t help when she grabbed the gold cross that nestled between them and spun it. “This is just a symbol. The Bible is the instruction manual. But God is all around me. He talks to me. He saved me.” “I will consider it,” I said and kissed her again. I was hopeful for another round of lovemaking. My wife is incredibly devout and spiritual but, thankfully, not particularly dogmatic. Sex before marriage wasn’t off the table which I was truly grateful for in those days because, frankly, it was incredible. “One more thing. I know you don’t believe, yet,” she added with a smile, “But I need to know that you’re not going to close yourself off to this.” “What do you mean,” I asked. “I just want to know you’ll keep an open mind. Maybe try out some churches with me from time to time. Okay?” I nodded. I didn’t really love going to church but I didn’t hate it. Over the years, plenty of my friends had tried to convince me so I’d gotten used to it. “How about once a month?” Karen smiled, “Plus Christmas and Easter?” I smiled back, “Sure,” I said and kissed her. We did make love again that night and in the morning. And the pledge wasn’t forgotten. After we got married we tried out a bunch of different churches. Karen’s lack of doctrinaire adherence meant that she was perfectly fine trying out lots of different flavors of church. She was always hoping to find one that I felt comfortable with. She prayed every night for me, often peeking out of one eye in a manner that made me think she expected a bolt of lightning to change me right in front of her eyes. We continued like that for years. We were happy but there was always thi

The Virgin Couple: Consumations -  A chaste couple’s epiphany of pleasures. (part 2) From the Awakening, By Estcher  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Into the Depths He smiled at me and then sat up and knelt before my spread legs. His skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat, just like me. I looked down at his hardness, pointing at my pussy. He held his cock in the middle and pushed it toward my opening. “I love you, Emma,” he whispered, tearing his eyes from my vagina to look at me. “You are the most beautiful woman in the world. Thank you for marrying me. Thank you for trusting in me. I will never do anything to hurt you. I will protect you all my life. Give you everything you desire. Just say the word and it’s yours.” “I want your beautiful hard cock inside me, Daniel. Make love to me, husband!” We looked, watching, feeling, sighing, as he pressed his large cock to my small pussy opening. He pushed and his large head spread my lips apart, soaked his head in my juices, and his head slipped a little further down, rubbing me in a delightful way, before my vaginal opening trapped his cockhead in place. We looked at each other and grinned and looked back down. He pushed and his cock head entered me. The pressure was more than I had imagined. His hardness bore into me, pushing past my lips and into my tight tunnel. I gasped at the enormity of it. I watched his large head disappear somehow inside me. I could feel him spreading me open. His cock. My cock. The only cock that would ever be inside me. He held himself there and panted. We stared at one another in surprise. “Daniel, it feels so good! You’re huge, baby! Push inside! You won’t hurt me! Push it inside!” We watched as he pushed another inch into me. I moaned at the pressure and pleasure. I felt something small tear and realised what little remained of my hymen was gone forever and sighed contentedly. The pain was nothing compared to the pressure. I squirmed a little, adjusting myself, and Daniel pushed a little deeper. Our eyes were riveted to the scene. Watching our love join in the most amazing union possible. Only two inches were inside me. He pulled back a little and we watched as his cock pulled the lips of my pussy out with him. It looked obscene and glorious. “Daniel, look at you! Filling me and stretching me! Does it feel good?” He grunted and pushed those two marvelous inches back inside me. My wetness lubricated him, and I felt his shaft sliding delightfully inside me. I was so stretched, my clit was touched so very lightly and it sent a ripple of pure pleasure through me. There was no way sex felt this pleasurable, I thought. My head fell back, and I moaned, the sound escaping me of its own volition. He pulled back and then slid the same two inches back inside me. My head snapped up to watch. His glorious black cock was inside me and I needed, and wanted, to feel him deeper. “Deeper, baby! Deeper!” He pushed an extra inch into me as I watched. Three inches of his male cock was inside me. A fucking hard male cock. My male cock. I felt something inside me stir. A crazy deep desire I had kept pent up inside. Caged like some demented demon. The cage was opening. Daniel was the key. He pulled back and I groaned at the pleasure. His cock rubbed me inside. Touched me in a place I didn’t know existed or could give me such pleasure. He pushed back in, and I gasped when four inches filled me. My vaginal walls hugged him, squeezed him, claimed him. I could feel his massive head encroaching my depths, claiming me. My pussy was his and he was taking it. He pulled back and we watched his cock, slick with my wetness, slide out until just his head remained inside me. I could see his glans and wanted it back inside. He pushed back inside but this time my hips rose to meet him. I pushed hard against him and felt his cock drive deep inside me. I don’t know how much it was, but he was stopped hard by my cervix. His cock rammed up against it. My cage door was flung open. A

The Virgin Couple: After the Vows -  A woman awakens her sexual desire in her marriage bed. (part 1) From the Awakening, By Estcher.  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The Courtship My name was Emma Mary Fiore Amato. Now I proudly carry my husband’s name: Emma May Fiore Williams. My brand new, gorgeous, and sexy husband is Daniel Christopher Williams. He’s African American and I am Italian American. We met in the University of California San Diego (UCSD) as freshmen. We dated despite my reservations of dating a black man. I was not a fan of unwanted attention and being seen with him at school and downtown caused eyes to stare. But I was attracted to Daniel right away. We shared a class together and the first time I walked into the classroom, and I saw him, my heart had skipped a beat. He had felt the same way. It wasn’t until a month later that he summoned the nerve to ask me out. We went to a dinner down at Liberty Station and then walked the boardwalk past where the San Salvador replica galleon was being made and along the inner harbour. It was a lovely first date. Afterward, he kissed me outside my dormitory, and I kissed him back and told him I would like to go out again. He was so pleased. Daniel is gorgeous. He’s my height but very slim. He keeps his hair short and has a short-cropped beard. He wears black rimmed glasses. He does a little gym and a little cardio. Not a lot, but just enough to keep him fit. He’s strong. His ass is golden. I was first attracted to his eyes. His glasses have a way of making them larger than life and they pulled me in. His dark skin enhancing the white of his eyes and his lovely teeth past his full lips. That first kiss outside my dorm had melted me. On our second date I admitted I was a devout Catholic, being a proper Italian American girl. Sex was not allowed outside the marital chamber. I could tell he was devastated. We could both feel the attraction to one another. A look from him would get me all tingly. I was a regular at the confessional at my church, admitting my sin and lust. I would accept my penance and say my prayers kneeling at a pew, gazing with adoration to the figure of Christ above the altar, counting my prayers on my rosary. Throughout our years at UCSD we were never apart. Our love life was constrained to kissing throughout our freshman year, to a little petting during our sophomore and junior years, and as seniors we had performed oral sex on each other a couple of times. My penance for that consisted of working at various soup kitchens in the Gaslamp District of San Diego. Daniel joined me and I think I truly fell in love with him when he did. He shared my penance and I rejoiced. My parents were shocked when I had introduced Danial to them. They aren’t racist, but they had hoped I would meet someone “more like me”, my mother had said. But it was too late for me. I adored Daniel and together we were wonderful. In time, they accepted our relationship. It helped that Daniel was so well spoken and so intelligent. They could see the good in him and although he was Baptist by his christening, he believed in God and that was enough for my parents to accept him. It was so hard not to cave into our sexual desires. We wanted each other so terribly badly. But I was a good Catholic girl and took my faith very seriously. Daniel understood and somehow, he stayed with me throughout college. Our friends always tried to pressure us. My girlfriends thought I was archaic; disillusioned about values they said no longer applied in the modern world. His friends were no better, urging him to leave me for “someone better”. By the end of college, we had few friends, but by that point in our relationship, I only needed Daniel and he only needed me. Proposing & Nuptials We decided to wait until our careers started before we took things any further with our relationship. He started work at an architectural firm in San Diego, and I accepted an accounting position out in Coronado. One year l

Her Inverted Intimacy Challenge: part 4 - Anna almost loses Jake, then beds him. (first time) By darrenr.  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Wordlessly they lay there, Anna clutching his hand as he held her. Eventually her breathing returned to normal, and her grip softened. Jake realized he had his dick pressed against her bottom in their hug, but it had softened during the past few minutes. He felt proud of himself and his soft dick. Anna was the epitome of his sexual desires, but in this moment even his perpetually rude cock recognized this was not the time to make selfish demands. It felt nice snuggled up against her soft bottom. His face resting on Anna’s back, he couldn’t help smiling. He had done it! He had most definitely given her something she’d never felt before. A small movement from Anna brought him out of his reverie, and he realized she was crying. In a single second his heart fell from impossible heights of blissful pride and satisfaction down into despair. “Anna, are you okay?” Jake asked, his voice small. “Did I hurt you?” For what felt like an eternity, there was no response at all. Then Anna’s grip on his hand tightened, and she pulled it against her chest. “Thank you,” she said, her voice cracking. Holding his hand tight, she moved to sit up and he pulled back to give her space. She looked at him with cheeks wet with tears. “I have no idea why I’m crying. No, you didn’t hurt me. You made me feel more pleasure than I ever thought possible. I don’t know where all this emotion is coming from.” She leaned her head against his shoulder, and he put his free arm around her again. They sat in silence for a few minutes more. Jake’s heart gradually recovered from its moment of terror, and he breathed easy again, the sweet scent of her hair in his nose. With a deep breath Anna lifted her head and looked at Jake. Still feeling elated from his success, he started to grin. This in turn made Anna smile. Making a goofy face, he said, “Well?” They both burst out laughing. Jake felt elated at what he had accomplished, giddy with delight at what they had shared, at how close he felt to Anna. When the laughter died down, Anna’s face grew thoughtful. “What I just experienced, was that normal? Is that what everyone feels when they orgasm? Is that what you feel?” “I doubt I’ve ever experienced anything even a tenth as good as that,” Jake said. “That seemed to be in the earth-shattering category. "It really was. My legs feel weak. I can’t get over how good that felt. I honestly didn’t know anything like that was possible. How did you know how to do that?” He thought about all the ‘how to’ videos about sex he had watched, all the guides to please a woman he had read, how he poured all his love and focus into doing the best he could for her. “I think I just got lucky.” Anna laughed. “No, I’m the one who got lucky.” She sat in silence for another moment looking at her toes. “Jake?” “Yes?” “You kissed my pussy.” It still caught him off guard when she used that word, but he liked it. “Yes. I hope you don’t mind. I knew you needed more and that was my only idea,” Jake said. “Was it, was it gross?” Anna asked. “Quite the opposite,” Jake said. Of course, the truth was he was overflowing with affection for her. Confessing all that now seemed too much. He kept silent. “Anna,” Jake said quietly, “Did I hurt you?” “What on earth are you talking about?” she said. “You know, when I, when I put my finger inside.” “Oh!” she giggled. “No, it didn’t hurt at all. Quite the opposite. Completely different from the doctor.” “Oh good,” Jake said, his finger remembering. Warm, snug, delicate. He felt his arousal start to grow and tried to think about something else instead. After a few minutes, Anna asked, “How tired are you?” “Oh, I’m fine.” “But it took me ages to reach the climax. You must have been getting a little tired?” “A little,” Jake admitted. “But I’m fine now.” “All recovered?” “Yes, all recovered!” Jake said, laughing at the interro

Her Inverted Intimacy Challenge: part 3 -  Porn & masterbation confessions and demonstrations. (mutual stimulation) By darrenr.  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. One evening, Anna sat beside him on the couch with a serious look on her face. “Jake, listen, I know I’ve already put a lot of burden on our friendship these past weeks. There’s something else I want to ask you about. I don’t want to do a cycle of agonizing self-doubt this time, so I’m just going to go out on a limb and ask you. Do you promise to tell me if my question makes you uncomfortable?” “Of course I’ll tell you,” Jake said. “You know that model you showed me earlier, the one with the inverted nipples?” “Yes,” Jake laughed. “Yes, I remember.” “You found those pictures pretty quickly. Have you looked at pictures of her before?” “Well, yes,” Jake admitted. “And when you looked, it made you feel, aroused?” Jake felt his face turn red. There didn’t seem to be any point in denying the obvious. “Yes.” “Even though she has weird nipples?” “Anna, look. I don’t see her nipples as a negative. It just made her more enticingly unique and fascinating.” Anna nodded. “And when you felt aroused, looking at her pictures, did you, well did it make you want to, touch, yourself?” “Anna, are you asking if I masturbate when I look at porn?” Anna nodded. “The answer is yes, of course I do. I’m not proud of it, and I’ve never talked with anyone about it before. But you seem to sincerely want to know. I’m, I’m not really interested in being teased about this.” “Why would I tease you? I wouldn’t do that.” Jake gave her a doubtful look but saw only sincerity in her expression. “Do you mind if I ask you more questions?” Jake laughed. This woman bared her beautiful body to him every day. How could he say no? With a sigh, he said, “Go for it.” “How did it start? Wasn’t it weird?” “It started quite innocently. I somehow noticed it felt good to touch myself there, and it seemed like all positives and no negatives.” “Were you looking at porn then?” “Oh no, not at first. I’m not even sure I thought about girls at first. That connection came later.” “Did you hide it?” “Well, yes. I clearly sensed this was a private thing.” “And that’s it? All positives, no negatives from the start? No shame involved?” “Oh, I didn’t mean to suggest that. I said it started quite innocently.” Jake paused briefly, and then continued very quietly. “Eventually I got the message it was something to be ashamed of, and I associated profound guilt with it.” “Then you stopped?” Jake shook his head. “Of course not. It felt so good! I simply internalized the shame and self-loathing.” Anna squeezed his hands in hers. “Do you still feel shame?” Jake took a deep breath. “Not the same way. Eventually I realized I wasn’t hurting anyone, and while it isn’t the most productive use of time it’s not worth beating myself up over. The only thing I struggle with anymore is keeping my fantasies respectful.” “What do you mean?” “Well, like, I used to try to imagine what every girl in my school looked like naked. But it didn’t seem right to fantasize about someone who hasn’t, invited me to. I can’t help what images pop into my head and try to ignore the inappropriate ones. That’s why I feel okay about looking at porn. Those people have given permission to be fantasized about.” Anna squeezed his hand and was silent for a while in thought. “For me, I also got the message, as you said, that I shouldn’t touch myself that way. And I didn’t. I’ve since accepted, intellectually, there is nothing wrong with it. But I can’t seem to shake this latent shame. I’ve tried, and it just doesn’t work for me.” “What doesn’t work?” Jake asked. “Touching myself. Masturbating. Every time I try it, I can’t overcome the feelings of shame.” “You’ve never masturbated?” Jake tried to not sound incredulous. “Not really, no.” Jake hesitated a moment, and then asked, “Is it different when you, have sex?” “Oh, I’ve never had sex,” Anna said. “Never really been

Her Inverted Intimacy Challenge: part 2-  Platonic friends help with Intimate shaving, complicated by arousal. (voyeur/exhibition) By darrenr.  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. “There’s one thing, though,” Anna said hesitantly. “I’m nervous about wielding a razor in such a tender place when I can’t see very well down there. Would you, would you be willing to help me?” Jake swallowed. “Help, um, help you shave?” Anna nodded. “I know it’s a big favor. It’s no problem if you’d rather not.” Jake couldn’t think of anything he wanted to do more than spend some quality time with Anna’s vagina. “It’s not that! I’m happy to help. It’s just, I’ve never shaved a, um, you know, a…” “Vulva?” Anna said with a smirk. “It’s okay to use the word. Anyway, neither have I! But you have the advantage of being able to see down there.” “Okay, fair point,” Jake said. “But it also means, well in order to do this, I’ll need to…” Anna raised her eyebrows waiting for him to finish. “I’ll be clean,” Anna said. “I’m going to shower first, of course.” Jake wasn’t expecting that. He shook his head. “Oh, no, I’m not concerned about that. I just mean I’ll need to, touch, you. There. You know, to shave you.” Anna frowned. “Yes, ah, I see the difficulty now. You’ve got a friend sincerely asking for your help with her most private place, and you’re balking because even a clean vulva is, let’s face it, pretty gross.” “NO!” Jake said. “That’s not it at all!” Anna looked hurt. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to yell. You’re completely misunderstanding me. I don’t think you’re gross in any way. I don’t think your, vulva is gross. At all. Not to be too corny about it, but I think your whole body is beautiful. Including your vag–, I mean, vulva.” Anna looked skeptical. Jake grimaced. “I’m nervous because, well, you’ve said our relationship isn’t sexual. I have to be honest with you. There’s no way I can touch your body, your vulva, and not be affected. Sexually.” Anna bit her lip and looked down, nodding. “I’m still figuring myself out. I think that experience with Andrew all those years ago affected me more than I realized. I don’t know what I want, or what I feel. I just know I feel safe with you.” She lifted her head to look him in the eye. “Do you think it’s possible to just pretend that it’s not sexual between us?” “Yes, I can do that,” Jake said. “Though my body might react differently.” Anna smiled in relief. “Then there’s nothing to worry about. Once the novelty wears off, you’ll realize what a tedious task you’ve volunteered for. Now come ON already.” Her face bright with happiness, she jumped up from the couch, pulling him by the hand to the bathroom. “I’m happy to help shave you in return, of course.” “That’s probably safest,” Jake said, trying to play it cool as he realized where she would be touching him. They showered together like normal. Anna got two fresh towels, spreading one on the floor of the bathroom and keeping the other folded as a pillow. She unwrapped a new razor and put it, along with a can of shaving cream, beside the towel. Lying down on her back, she stretched her legs out and spread them apart. “Do you think I should shave it all or keep a patch of hair?” she asked. Jake stood transfixed by the sight, contemplating her lovely bush. It was full and fluffy and beautiful, with light brown hair looking impossibly soft. Part of him didn’t want her to shave it, but only part of him. “We could definitely leave a patch of hair if you want. Though even if you start fully shaved it would grow back soon.” “Good point. Let’s just shave it all to start.” She reached for the can of shaving cream. “Wait,” Jake said. “When I’ve shaved my beard in the past it worked much better when I clipped the hair short first. Otherwise the razor gets clogged. I have some small mustache scissors, if you want?” “Good idea,” Anna agreed. Jake dug in his drawer until he found the scissors, and then turned to face her and froze. Could he really do this? He felt a bit fa