Married to a Goddess: part 6;Goddesses line up to enjoy Dan’s bed. By DustinMidnight.  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. In front of him were three beautiful women, each of them gorgeous in their own way. Annabelle went to give each of the girls a hug. She started with the blonde, who was wearing a pink tank top and a baseball cap, Plus a pair of short shorts that barely covered her ass. The woman smiled and hugged back. “Annabelle! It’s so great to see you!” cooed the blonde “It’s been what, 50 years?” After Annabelle broke the hug, the blonde gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Come on, Aphrodite. It’s only been a few years. How had Hephaestus been?” “Oh, the usual. Working nonstop and hanging out in his forge. Though Aries always manages to take care of my needs. Right, honey buns?” She giggled, looking back at the man. He grunted and nodded with a thumbs-up. Annabelle moved on to hug the dark-skinned, dark-haired woman in the center who was wearing traditional-looking Indian garb. “Kali, how’s it going?” she asked. “Been destroying anything?” “Not for a while. No one has given me a reason to truly destroy. Though I suppose it’s good for the world. You know, I’ve heard you were married.” The woman looked past Annabelle, towards Dan, who gave a wave. It was then he noticed the woman who went by the name Kali had six arms, no, maybe it was ten. All he could tell was that she was very handy. He thought she was quite beautiful, although then he noticed she was wearing a necklace of small skulls. He gulped at that. The woman sneered. “He doesn’t seem like much. Too skinny. And Shiva is more handsome.” She shrugged shoulders and patted Annabelle’s back with one of her lower arms. The third woman looked Japanese and wore a pink silk robe with red trim. Annabelle moved to hug her and said, “Amaterasu, you’re looking good. How’s raising the sun going?” The woman kept her eyes down. “It has been fine. Though it’s been quite a trip here today. Can we please begin our meeting? The day is young, just as I am.” She bowed her head. “Sure, come in,” said Annabelle, waving them in from the hallway. “We have a lot to talk about. Oh, and let me formally introduce my husband. His name is Dan.” Annabelle smiled as she gestured toward him, showing him off like he was a brand-new pet. Dan wondered if any of the visitors were going to pat him on the head. “He seems nice,” said Aphrodite, “But why go all the way and get married instead of just having a fling? I remember the last time I was married to a mortal.” The beautiful woman shuddered as she looked off into the distance. Dan couldn’t help but ask, “What happened?” “It was horrible! I had to cook, I had to clean, no one paid attention to me, I was treated like a wench. He wasn’t even great in bed!” Dan might have felt bad for her if she hadn’t been sounding like a Real Housewife of Beverly Hills. He assumed she was overexaggerating. “So what did you do?” he asked. “Oh, I started the Trojan War and had him killed as soon as he went out into battle. Just like that, I was free, and I could get back with my handsome lug of a boyfriend.” Although she was wearing wedge sandals with tall platforms, she still had to get up on tiptoes to give the man behind her a kiss. He didn’t show much expression, just nodded and grunted again. “Well, that’s… nice.” Dan felt his head drop. He wasn’t sure how to react to that. This was really a situation of utter weirdness, but he figured he’d just go with the flow. “Aphrodite, please don’t scare my husband. I don’t want him to run away from me just ‘cause you put crazy thoughts in his head.” Annabelle leaned over and kissed his neck. Dan’s cheeks turned to a deep red in utter surprise as he smiled at his wife/goddess. Aphrodite smirked. “Oh, fine, heh. Besides, I’m just teasing the cutie. Hey, we better get down to business. I have a manicure appointment in Thessaloniki around six, and I don’t want to be late. Then me and Aries-baby are gonna go out to get a drin

Married to a Goddess: part 5;Dan Discovers That Goddesses can share.. him! By DustinMidnight.  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. He leaned down kissing the back of her neck. His body pressed against hers as she moaned with such delight. “Hmm naughty boy. Though I want to let you know, I’ll be having a few friends over. I hope you don’t mind.” She giggled as she turned around. Her ass pressing against the bed as she reached over her finger rolling on his chest. Admiring him while biting her lip. “Who are they?” Dan asked curiously as he raised an eyebrow. “Oh no one special just a few gods I haven’t met in a while, Aphrodite, Kali, Hel. Bast will also be there. They heard about our marriage and wanted to meet you. Trust me it’ll be a good time.” She giggled as she pulled herself up nibbling his neck. Her legs wrapping around him. Pressing their hips together. Dan groaned as he pushed in closer. That was when there was a knocking on the door. Dan sighed in annoyance as he was about to pull away, though Annabelle refused to let him go. Her legs were like vices. She lifted a finger up and suddenly the door opened and Annabelle called out. “Yes?” she said as she looked over Dans shoulder. Standing in the door way. It was none other than Bast. She walked into the room looking more human. No it was more than that. Instead of having her cat-head it was more human like. Except for the eyes. Her eyes were a glowing Emerald Cat ears on top of her head. While she walked in. Annabelle saw her cat like tail swaying back and forth as she moved her hips. “Bast what are you doing here?” Annabelle said a slight smile as she seemed to hold onto her hubby for dear life. “I can’t take it; I’m going through this fucking heat; and I smell you two fucking, I mean seriously This room stinks of Sex. Then that Gremlin is masturbating in the closet moaning out your name Annabelle. I don’t know where it got the dildo, but it has one even saying your husband’s name. I haven’t had a good worship in months. Beside the crazy cat people. And I feel like I’m about to jump on the next man I see, and the only man I’ve seen is your god damn husband with his big fat dick!” She grabbed her long silk black hair like she was close to ripping it out. Dan; Dan wasn’t sure what to say. He felt his mouth drop as he shuddered more. Especially when Annabelle had a wide smirk on her face. “Hmm is that true, you’re going through a really bad heat huh?” It was clear that she was having an idea, a sexy idea as she looked back at Dan with a chuckle. “Dan maybe we should help Them. It’s not fair that I have you all to myself.” She leaned down giving him a soft kiss. Dan returned it as he caressed his arm. Bast Raised an eyebrow at that though suddenly groaned bending over. A fire growing in her body. This damn heat. Every instinct in her body demanding that she craws over there. And mark that mortal fuck his brains out. Though she tried fighting it. “Maybe we should.” Dan groaned slightly feeling Annabelle grind against her. He wasn’t a stupid man and Annabelle was offering. “Heh we should though why should the three of us have all the fun.” She snapped her finger and suddenly landing on the bed was the Gremlin. Completely naked with her dark skin exposed her perky breast bouncing as she was simply going at her cunt with the dildo. She hadn’t realized she was there as she pushed the rubber cock deeper into her pussy with a moan. “Gizzy pay attention.” Annabelle said suddenly causing the little monster to realized what was going on she squealed trying to cover herself but simply blushed letting the rubber cock roll away. “Goddess!” Gizzy suddenly stood right up. Saluting her as she was ready for whatever her goddess had commanded of her. “Please relax, enjoy yourself,” Annabelle giggled though admittedly rolled her eyes. While Dan groaned. He wasn’t sure what was about to happen the next thing he knew Annabelle had freed him from her iron gripped and he was sitting on the

A Park Affair: Part 4 Changing Perspective by r a wallace. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Chapter 9: Wendy I was lost in my thoughts as I waited on the park bench. Despite all that had happened here I found the park offered me a glimpse of what could be- parents with children, people walking dogs, laughter, and couples holding hands. When I saw Robb approach I felt the weight of the world come off my shoulders. His off-beat question made me laugh, it was the perfect introduction. “This may be your lucky day, Sir. It just so happens I require coffee frequently, though if anything, I’m addicted to weird men. Weird mind you, not strange.” “That does seem peculiar, weird, rather than strange. I’m not sure I know the difference.” “I think it would be worth discussing over a hot cup of coffee,” I quipped. “Indeed.” We started walking toward the coffee shop two blocks away. “So, how has your day gone?” he inquired pleasantly. “It’s been pretty good. I’m caught up on my files, and the new one they gave me looks interesting. So, work is good. I called my lawyer and told him I want action, no more waiting for something to happen.” “Sounds like a good day,” he offered. I smiled. “The best part was finding a man who would buy me coffee and keep me company for a while.” “Hmmm, sounds as if it has been a productive day, does the guy know you favor your coffee black?” “Yes, I wonder what else he knows about me?” I giggled, which wasn’t like me. “Oh, I think he loves your smile and that little dimple that shows up when you do- it makes his day. He likes your wavy black hair that frames your beautiful brown eyes. He knows you’re smart and vulnerable, but you’re willing to advocate for yourself, those kinds of things. He also thinks you’re stronger than you give yourself credit for.” “Does he think I’m emotionally unstable?” I asked cautiously. He stopped walking, gently took my arm, and looked at me, “He thinks you’re brave, resilient, angry, in pain, and want to be treated with respect and dignity. He thinks you’re capable and willing to move your life forward at your own pace. He knows it takes time to get over some things and will give you all the time needed to find your way. He knows you’re honest and that he can trust you. Unstable no, in transition, yes.” We started walking again and I felt tears come to my eyes. It felt good knowing someone actually understood me and the uncertainty that surrounded me. Clara had tried to console me, but some of the things she said, though well intended, told me she really didn’t appreciate my circumstances. We stopped to cross the street and I glanced at Robb, he took my arm and pulled me onto the grass. “I think you can use a hug.” His arms came around me and I fell into him and closed my eyes. It felt so wonderful simply to be held. The affection warming me, after a minute he asked if I wanted to keep going. I nodded my head and mumbled I was. When we parted he was looking at me, his eyes were so caring. He took his hand and moved a few stray hairs from my cheek. “Where’s the smile I came to see? A smile makes you glow, it brings out the wonderful woman I know is hiding behind those teary eyes.” I couldn’t help but laugh a little, he made me feel good about myself. “It’s here for you,” I said smiling. _ Wendy Two weeks later my lawyer called to say my husband had signed the divorce papers and he was filing them at the courthouse. “So, I’m free?” “Your marriage is dissolved and you are free to lead your life as you wish,” he replied. Only the financial dealings had to be completed and I would receive half of our marital assets. It was done, I was single again. I thanked him and told him to send me the final bill. That way the ordeal was over once and for all. I hung up and felt a weight come off my shoulders. I can’t say I was euphoric at the news, but it was liberating. That part of my life was history and now I could look to the future. The next thing I did was pick up my phone and send a

Married to a Goddess: part 4;The Gods & Goddesses add drama to Dan’s life. By DustinMidnight. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. “So, from your file it says that you recently got married,” said Mr. Liesmith, making a show of jabbing at a piece of paper in his hand. “Um, yes, it was quite recently, actually. I didn’t think that you’d have that in my file. I haven’t changed my tax filing status or anything.” Dan was curious. Something really wasn’t right about this man. The way his eyes twitched, the way he was moving his hands, it was as if he couldn’t stop moving and really didn’t want to be sitting down. “We get that information from various databases. Now, please, tell me, what’s her name? How did you both meet? When did you meet?” His fast-talking confidence made Dan imagine he was a car salesman, trying too hard to push an old clunker. “I really don’t think that’s any of your business, I met her on my personal time, and she’s not an employee.” “It’s for insurance reasons. I’ve got some paperwork. But, please, why not answer the question?” He tapped his fingers on the desk as he watched Dan. For a second, Dan thought Mr. Liesmith’s eyes were flashing slightly, but he was distracted by those pearly white teeth. “I really think this is something that HR should talk to me about, not you— Besides, this is rather personal information.” Dan was about to get up when Liesmith slammed the desk. “I demand you tell me!” He raised his voice. Suddenly his countenance altered, revealing an angry man, his eyes sunken in. “Fuck, what the hell!” Dan muttered, shocked by the outburst. “Sorry, lost my cool. Annabelle has always gotten on my nerves,” Liesmith said with a chuckle. “Um, I didn’t tell you her name,” Dan pointed out. Liesmith sighed as he realized he was caught. “Fine, you caught me. It’s Joe Liesmith. I’m a god.” He reached over to shake Dan’s hand. but something told Dan that wouldn’t be a good idea. Joe eventually pulled his hand back. “What are you a god of?” Dan asked. He hadn’t run across the name “Liesmith” in any of the occasional research he’d been doing. “Oh, you know, god of life, god of this and that, yada, yada.” He gestured to show it really didn’t matter. “The point is, I’m a god. I’m one of the big ones. I was old when your great-great grandfather wasn’t even a sperm in his daddy’s ball sacks. Now answer me, why are you married to Annabelle?” His fingers clawed the desk as he looked down his nose at Dan. “It just kind of happened. Wead a few drinks, and we just got married. Simple as that.” He chose his words carefully. It was clear that Liesmith was not one to play around or even tease, unlike Annabelle. No, this god was not in a good mood. “It just happened, you say? I’m curious, Mr. Fremont, mind if I call you that? Not that I care. Do you know the dangers a mortal faces when married to a god?” “Well, among other things, I guess death and misfortune.” Dan had come across plenty of stories about Apollo and Zeus in his reading “In a way, though also the fact that sometimes a god is married to another god, and gods don’t like to share, especially with mortals.” “Well, I didn’t know that. Hell, I’m getting used to the situation., And maybe I don’t like to share with gods. So maybe you should calm down, Joe.” Dan’s spine felt as though it was freezing, but he tried to keep an angry expression on his face. He wouldn’t show fear to this god. “Well, maybe you should leave her before you get too used to things. It’ll be good for both of you. Keep a balance, you might say” Liesmith now had a friendly expression on his handsome face, but Dan could see past it now. The veil had cracked, and it would be harder for Liesmith to hide anything. “Well, I don’t think I will,” Dan said in a low voice. “She seems happy, and quite frankly, I’m starting to fall for her even more.” He crossed his arms and decided this Liesmith was a complete jackass. “If you say so. Though you should be careful. Annabelle can be obsessive with w

The Manor: Next Morning Don begins another day of erotic play. (ch. 9) By BradentonLarry. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Don awoke gently to the smell of flowers, sunlight through his eyelids, and the wonderful feeling of a warm feminine body pressed against his back. There was an arm over his waist and a delicate hand resting on his hard cock. Life is good, Don thought to himself as he shifted a little on the big bed and opened his eyes a little. Though he had considered the possibility that he might wake up in his own bed, or even some strange new location, he was actually reassured to see the Lady’s bedroom awash in morning light. Apparently responding to the fact that he was no longer sleeping soundly, the woman behind him shifted a bit. Her hand took hold of his cock and gave it a little squeeze and then began to stroke it tentatively. Don felt breath on the back of his neck, followed by little kisses there and then on his shoulder. Life is very good. He lay there enjoying the feeling of the hand on him, as well as the contented sense of having had an exceptionally good sleep after a day of more sex than he’d ever had in single 24-hour period. He idly counted his orgasms, came up with four, and thought that was a lot, even though his cock seemed to think otherwise at the moment. Then he felt his partner moving, shifting lower under the sheets. When she nudged him over on his back, he complied with a smile. Soon he felt long hair on his belly and legs, and a warm mouth taking his cock in. She started out slowly, one hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, and moving her mouth up and down, never letting the head slip out. For a while Don simply lay there enjoying the oral sex and looking up at the canopy overhead. When the mouth began to pick up the intensity, and the fist wrapped around him tightened, he started to rock his pelvis, cooperating by fucking the hand and mouth. He could tell he would come before much more of this, and, as nice as this was, Don preferred at the moment to come in the Lady’s pussy. Leaning up a little, he tossed the sheet off, and saw that the hair cascading all over him was a beautiful, coppery red. “Deidre?” Don asked in surprise, and with, he thought, remarkable clarity of thought for the circumstances, considering the fact that he had only heard her name once, when the Lady had addressed her after their bath last night. The girl, and Don had a hard time thinking of her as anything else, reached up to move her hair aside and looked up at him. For a moment she just blinked at him with big green eyes and his cock in her mouth. She finally took her mouth off him and said, “Good morning, sir.” Don laughed, “If you’re going to have my cock in your mouth, you can call me Don.” “Good morning, Don,” she smiled and then promptly resumed going down on him. While Don loved to watch a beautiful woman sucking his cock – or really any cock for that matter, though he had at least a slight preference for his own – Don felt compelled to ask, “Where’s the Lady?” “She left me with instructions to make your waking pleasurable,” Deidre said, and went right back to work. “Well, mission accomplished,” Don grinned, “but you don’t have to, ” “I want to, sir,  Don,” Deidre insisted, and demonstrated how much she wanted to by lowering her mouth over the entire length of Don’s cock, letting it slip into her throat. “Oh well, in that case, ” When Deidre came up for air, she went back to stroking his shaft with her hand. Taking her mouth off him, she said, “If you would prefer, we can fuck.” “We ‘can’?” Don was having trouble working out the etiquette of the situation. He decided to avoid the issue. “Why don’t you move around so I can lick you, Deidre? I’ve wanted to do that since I saw you last night.” Deidre’s eyes sparkled happily at the suggestion, and quickly moved around so her bare pussy was over Don’s face and she could go back to sucking his cock. Don paused to admire the pretty pussy in front of him

Married to a Goddess: part 3 Dan watches a ‘cat fight’ of the Goddesses. By DustinMidnight. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Chapter 5 It took Dan and Annabelle about an hour to drive to Dan’s childhood home. It was an old house, but well-taken care of. The front porch lights were on when Dan pulled into the driveway. He sat for a minute before finally shutting off the car’s engine. Dan took a long deep breath and popped his neck. In the passenger seat, Annabelle smiled, clearly excited for what was about to happen. “I can’t wait to meet your parents. I wonder what they’ll think of me.” She looked at Dan, a placid expression in her eyes. “I’m sure they’ll like you.” Dan returned her expression with a bemused smile. He wasn’t really sure that was true. His parents were usually friendly, but he wasn’t sure how Annabelle might act. It wasn’t even that she was a god, it was that she barely kept her hands off him, even with other people around. Oh, God, what if Mom tries talking about grandkids, or notices our rings? He shuddered at the thought. “Well, whatever happens, I’m sure it’ll go well,” proclaimed Annabelle. She bounced out of the Challenger, and Dan followed her up the porch steps and to the front door. She stood to the side as Dan knocked, not bothering with the doorbell. It had been broken for a couple of years, and Dad hadn’t really bothered to try to fix it. He was getting up there in age, and fighting with electrical work wasn’t worth it. The door opened after a couple of minutes. Standing there was a man who looked like Dan, but older with long, graying hair and a finely trimmed salt-and-pepper beard. He stood 6'6", taller than Dan, and looked down his nose at the two people at his door. “Hey, Dad,” Dan said. The old man nodded, looked over at Annabelle, and nodded again. Dan sometimes described his father as having the expression of a grizzly bear that looked calm but could growl at any moment. “Dan, how’s it going?” With a large smile, his dad’s arms opened up as he suddenly gave his grown-up son a big hug. Dan groaned as the tight squeeze pushed some air out of him. Annabelle giggled at Dan looking like he was being crushed by the older man. Soon his father let go of his son and smiled at Annabelle. “And who might this young lady be?” he asked. “I’m Annabelle. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Fremont.” “Please call me Gabriel. Mr. Fremont was my father.” He suddenly brought her into a tight hug. As he wrapped his arm around her and picked her a few inches off the ground, Annabelle squealed with delight. Dan was not expecting that. His father put his wife down and then groaned, rubbing his back, “Christ, I swear, Dan, don’t get old.” “Well, I’ll try not to pick up a box wrong and blow my back out,” Dan said with a chuckle, patting his dad on the shoulder. “That, too. Now, I will say, she is a catch. Look at her. She’s so cute you could pick her up, put her in your pocket, and walk away.” He smiled and gestured to the two of them to step through the door. Annabelle giggled while tilting her head. “Honey, is that them?” An older woman’s voice called from the back of the house. “Yeah, Sarah, they just walked in,” Gabriel called out. Dan and Annabelle took their jackets off, and Dan’s mother walked into the foyer. Sarah was a short, plump standing around 5'4". “Dan it’s so great to see you, and same for the pretty lady,” she said. She gave each of them a big ol’ hug. “Heavens to Betsy, what have you been eating? Must not be much. You look as skinny as a railroad spike. Come on, you two, get in here. Dinner’s almost ready.” Away from the pleasant moment with Demand Annabelle, Vanessa was shivering. Even with her jacket, it was rather cold. She wasn’t sure why she was out here. All she knew was Joe had brought them here. “What are we doing here, Joe?” she asked the man who was currently wearing a white business suit. “I told you, we’re here to help some people out. Now I need you to trust me on this.” A dashing

Married to a Goddess: part 2; Dan’s place becomes an abode of the Sex Gods. His mother asks questions. By DustinMidnight. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Dan eventually clocked out and drove home. He didn’t feel tired at all. Hell, he felt as though he could run a marathon. He had a feeling it had something to do with Annabelle. He carefully parked his car in the parking garage, then he headed off towards his apartment building. He shuffled along and watched some of the neighborhood kids running around, even with it being so cold. They ran around like madmen, jackets covering them as they had fun. Dan smiled as he remembered himself as a young boy, not a care in the world, catching fireflies. He shook his head as he enjoyed this moment of near-silence. Working around loud machines made him appreciate silence just a bit more, even with kids laughing in the background. He turned and walked inside the building, going up the stairs and into his apartment He walked in and immediately noticed that it seemed bigger. He happened to look up towards the ceiling first, realizing that it was so high he could barely see it. “What the…? Annabelle!” he called out, his voice echoing off into the distance. There was no answer. He let out a long sigh as he began walking in. He’d question her about the situation later Aside from the ceiling height, the apartment itself seemed bigger. It felt as though he was standing in a mansion that contained most of his old stuff. A few things had been replaced, though, like his lumpy old couch that was nowhere to be seen; a new leather sofa sat in its place. The carpet was gone, apparently replaced with oak wood flooring. “This is just weird,” he muttered. He looked over towards the kitchen and saw it was much bigger, with brand-new appliances. He shook his head and decided to just head to bed. For all Dan knew, this was all still just a dream. He turned around, and that was when he saw it. It was that cat. The same cat that seemed to own the sidewalk this morning. That cat was looking at him, and he shook his head. “No, it can’t be the same cat. That one was black. You’re grayer.” It reminded him of Tom from Tom and Jerry. “How did you get in here?” he asked, as he started leaning down to pick it up. It actually answered him, responding, “I walked through the door, boy, or are you just that stupid?” in the voice of a female with an exotic accent. “Holy shit, a talking cat!” He stopped himself just before he kicked the cat away from the shock of it. The cat just laughed, “Why, of course I can talk. How else are we having a conversation Oh, wait, no, we’re reading each other’s minds, right? Heh, you poor humans.” The cat seemed to smirk as Dan eyed her. He was far annoyed by this now. The cat might be a cat, but it was acting like an ass. “OK, smart ass, what are you and where did you come from?” “Nowhere special! I’m just your friendly, lovably pur; fect kittycat.” The cat let out a little meow, swishing her tail slightly as she rolled on her back to reveal her furry belly. Dan wasn’t sure if it was trying to tease him or something else, but it clearly failed. “OK, cat, well, have you seen Annabelle?” With her R’s rolling into purrs, the cat replied, “Hmm, she’s somewhere around here. She could be going off to the strip club. The girl needs to hear her prayers. Though why don’t you relax?” It kept smirking. “Oh, Dan, it’s good to see you,” came Annabelle’s voice. Suddenly, walking out of a wall as if it were nothing, Annabelle appeared with a smile. She was wearing one of Dan’s T-shirts and a pair of pants that fit very snugly around her hips. “It’s good to see you… OK, what did you do to my apartment, and who’s the talking cat?” He pointed toward the feline, and Annabelle smirked. “Oh, that’s Bast, and as for the apartment, I figured we’d need a little extra room. I made the space bigger overall and added an extra room or two for us. Had to call in a favor from the god of houses, but he really cam

Married to a Goddess: part 1 Dan Fremont finds himself married to an actual Goddess. By DustinMidnight. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Chapter 1 Dan Fremont grunted. His head was pulsing with unrelenting pain, and it was the kind of pain that might have killed a small Animal. Gradually, he realized it was nothing more than an intense hangover. It was pulling him away from his dreamless slumber, which annoyed him, thank you very much. He grumbled as he pulled himself out of bed, throwing the sheets over as got up to walk towards the bathroom. He kept his eyes closed tight, not wanting the dreaded sun coming through the window to hit him. So he shuffled along, Every sound seemed amplified with serious annoyance as he sought an end to his pain. Though admittedly wanting stuff to end was what got him in this situation, Dan admitted as he grunted, his eyes slowly opening as he reached the bathroom, even the dimmed room feeling too bright. Where’s that Advil at? He wondered as he shuffled through the medicine cabinet. He eventually found some Ibuprofen, at least a five-hundred milligram. Version. He was tempted to take the whole bottle at that moment, though he settled on six capsules, that would surely be enough to get him through the day. He tried remembering what happened last night but it came across to him as a blank. Fully racking his brain, all he could remember about what happened last night was that he had been off at Succubus, a local strip club his friend Dave took him to. It had been a way of washing his troubles away and, as his friend put it, “‘Get you out there, see some good tits, and just let you forget all about Vanessa.’ He shuddered more as he moved to turn on the water. He waited till it finally warmed up before he began running his fingers under it, then leaned down to splash the water in his face. The warm water brushing against his face was really waking him up as he moved his neck back and forth, resulting in a nice loud pop. "Gahh, fuck, that feels good,” he mumbled to himself. Dan stood up and looked into the mirror for a minute, staring at himself. He was a shaggy haired man with lightly tanned skin, heavy blue eyes, his eyebrows a little wild-looking. He wasn’t the most handsome man, but he was decent.. He looked down at his thin body: barely any muscle, with hints of fat around his gut. That was when he noticed something. There was an object on the third finger on his left hand. When he looked closer, he realized it was, in fact, a ring.. “The fuck?” he muttered as he reached over with his right hand, trying to pull it off. He found he was unable to. He looked again at the golden band, then reached over, grabbed some soap, and lathered his finger. That didn’t work, either. It seemed clear that the ring wasn’t coming off. “Fuck, what the hell!” he muttered. The ring wasn’t tight; hell, he barely noticed it. It looked like it would just fall off if he let his hand down. But somehow it was sticking to him like it was actually glued to his finger. This was quite annoying. “I’ll figure this out later, maybe get a grinder,” he grunted as he began heading back into his room. He didn’t think much of the ring, assuming it was a joke, something Dave had done to him. Dan stepped back into his room, and suddenly, he saw her. She was lying in his bed, the covers over her body. She had pale skin, almost like a porcelain doll, soft cheekbones with ruby red lips that somehow reminded Dan of blood. Her dark hair was short, falling to just below her ears. She was gorgeous, the type of beauty that Dan had never seen before. He quickly assumed that she was way out of his league. The woman stirred and let out a light moan, soft and tender as she lifted herself up on her elbows. The blanket slipped off her, revealing a pair of ample breasts with dark nipples. The newly visible skin looked as smooth as her face, without a flaw — no, wait, Dan looked closer and saw a smattering of freckles on her chest as she began

A Park Affair: Part 4 Changing Perspective by r a wallace. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Chapter 9: Wendy I was lost in my thoughts as I waited on the park bench. Despite all that had happened here I found the park offered me a glimpse of what could be- parents with children, people walking dogs, laughter, and couples holding hands. When I saw Robb approach I felt the weight of the world come off my shoulders. His off-beat question made me laugh, it was the perfect introduction. “This may be your lucky day, Sir. It just so happens I require coffee frequently, though if anything, I’m addicted to weird men. Weird mind you, not strange.” “That does seem peculiar, weird, rather than strange. I’m not sure I know the difference.” “I think it would be worth discussing over a hot cup of coffee,” I quipped. “Indeed.” We started walking toward the coffee shop two blocks away. “So, how has your day gone?” he inquired pleasantly. “It’s been pretty good. I’m caught up on my files, and the new one they gave me looks interesting. So, work is good. I called my lawyer and told him I want action, no more waiting for something to happen.” “Sounds like a good day,” he offered. I smiled. “The best part was finding a man who would buy me coffee and keep me company for a while.” “Hmmm, sounds as if it has been a productive day, does the guy know you favor your coffee black?” “Yes, I wonder what else he knows about me?” I giggled, which wasn’t like me. “Oh, I think he loves your smile and that little dimple that shows up when you do- it makes his day. He likes your wavy black hair that frames your beautiful brown eyes. He knows you’re smart and vulnerable, but you’re willing to advocate for yourself, those kinds of things. He also thinks you’re stronger than you give yourself credit for.” “Does he think I’m emotionally unstable?” I asked cautiously. He stopped walking, gently took my arm, and looked at me, “He thinks you’re brave, resilient, angry, in pain, and want to be treated with respect and dignity. He thinks you’re capable and willing to move your life forward at your own pace. He knows it takes time to get over some things and will give you all the time needed to find your way. He knows you’re honest and that he can trust you. Unstable no, in transition, yes.” We started walking again and I felt tears come to my eyes. It felt good knowing someone actually understood me and the uncertainty that surrounded me. Clara had tried to console me, but some of the things she said, though well intended, told me she really didn’t appreciate my circumstances. We stopped to cross the street and I glanced at Robb, he took my arm and pulled me onto the grass. “I think you can use a hug.” His arms came around me and I fell into him and closed my eyes. It felt so wonderful simply to be held. The affection warming me, after a minute he asked if I wanted to keep going. I nodded my head and mumbled I was. When we parted he was looking at me, his eyes were so caring. He took his hand and moved a few stray hairs from my cheek. “Where’s the smile I came to see? A smile makes you glow, it brings out the wonderful woman I know is hiding behind those teary eyes.” I couldn’t help but laugh a little, he made me feel good about myself. “It’s here for you,” I said smiling. _ Wendy Two weeks later my lawyer called to say my husband had signed the divorce papers and he was filing them at the courthouse. “So, I’m free?” “Your marriage is dissolved and you are free to lead your life as you wish,” he replied. Only the financial dealings had to be completed and I would receive half of our marital assets. It was done, I was single again. I thanked him and told him to send me the final bill. That way the ordeal was over once and for all. I hung up and felt a weight come off my shoulders. I can’t say I was euphoric at the news, but it was liberating. That part of my life was history and now I could look to the future. The next thing I did was pick up my phone and send a

A Park Affair: Part 3 Untangling Messed Up Lives. By R A Wallace. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Chapter 6: Second Thoughts Wendy We talked for almost an hour and I found myself laughing at his lame jokes. Though he did a pretty good job at laughing at mine too. After we hung up I felt wonderful. He had laughed at my favorite lawyer joke: How many lawyers does it take to shingle a roof? He had made a few guesses, and when I gave him the punch line: It depends on how thin you slice them. He laughed, then continued to chuckle as we talked. I felt so good knowing I had entertained him. It was the most fun I’d had in a long time. “Well, you look like you’re in a good mood, Clara grinned as I walked out into the living room and sat down. Who was that you were talking to?” “A guy I met at the park a while ago.” “How well do you know him? It sounded as if he has a good sense of humor to make you laugh like that.” The question jolted me and my mind tried to parse the question. How well did I know him? I didn’t know him that well, I mean we… I had him… “Come on, it can’t be that difficult to answer,” Clara chided with a smile. “I’ve seen him one time, he gave me his number, and I accidently dialed it instead of my mother’s.” “And you talked with him for how long?” “I don’t know, a while. He asked me out for coffee and I told him no.” “So, once things are settled with your husband are you going to call him again and see if he’ll take you out?” “Really, I don’t know, I haven’t given it any thought.” Then I realized I hadn’t deleted his contact information as I had planned to do. I didn’t want to second guess myself as I had enjoyed talking with him– I decided to leave him in my contacts. “You know you could ask him out, you’re not that old fashioned are you? I mean you could have him over to hang out.” “I suppose I could once I have my own apartment and my husband is history.” “You know I don’t mind having you here.” “I know, thank you. But, I will have to move on with my life and getting my own apartment seems important in that respect.” Robb After ending my talk with Wendy I took a root beer out of the fridge and sat down with a bag of pretzels. I was surprised when the first call came, then disappointed it had been by mistake. She had been honest about it and… well… it was nice to hear her voice. I was engaged in reading when the second call came and after talking for a while it seemed as if she had taken my advice and sought a divorce. The longer we talked the more relaxed she seemed to be. Making her laugh was delightful as I could see her eyes sparkle while those sweet lips showed a white smile in my mind. The surprise was she had a wonderful sense of humor herself, and I found myself laughing more than I had in a long while. That was when I suggested we have coffee together. When she declined the air went out of the balloon in a whoosh. When she explained the reason I felt better, she was right of course, she was married. The situation was thankfully different than before and I couldn’t help but feel good about it. We kind of ended our talk without really saying goodbye, it was as if she were leaving the door open. I hoped she was and this time my feelings were less than altruistic– I wanted to feel her body naked against mine again. Chapter 7: Caving In Wendy I was at work two days later having lunch with several of my coworkers and found my mind wandering. It was the second time in as many days Robb had come to mind– the sound of his laugh in particular. “Well, that was some smile,” Ruby said, bringing me out of my reveille, “I haven’t seen you smile like that in weeks, it’s nice to see.” The others nodded their agreement. I returned to my desk with a few minutes left before my lunch break was over. I took my phone out and sent a text message to Robb suggesting we meet in the park, then go for coffee if he wasn’t busy. I pressed send, my heart beating a little faster. Sure, I was still married, but that didn’t mean I