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Room & Bored: part 1 College student Del is attracted to his landlady; Nancy. by Krosis. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Del’s Journal (Chapter 1). Delmar woke up to the sound of a woman crying. The 19-year-old pulled on a robe and headed up the stairs, out of his basement suite and into the house proper. He quickly zeroed in on the source of the crying, the shadowy form of his landlady sitting on the living room couch, her head in her hands. “Nancy?” he called out softly to her, trying not to startle her. “Oh!” she whirled. “Del! Did I wake you? I’m so sorry!” Del stopped as he spied the curve of the older woman’s bountiful cleavage peeking out from her robe as she turned toward him. It was a struggle, but he brought his gaze up to meet her beautiful brown eyes. “It’s okay…are you alright?” he asked her. She wiped tears from her gorgeous face, framed by her thick, shoulder-length auburn hair. “I’ve…been better. It’s nothing for you to worry about, okay? I’ll keep it down.” “Okay…” Del retreated back to the door leading to the basement as she gave a final sniff and stood up from the couch, the street light streaming in through the window framing her figure for a moment. He gulped as he saw the silhouette of her shapely bare legs under her short robe. “G'nite,” he called out to her. “Sweet dreams,” she replied. Back in his bed, Del thought about Nancy. She wasn’t his aunt, but close…she was actually the younger sister of his mother’s best friend growing up. She had even babysat him a few times before she left home. When Del informed his parents that he was going to state college, his mother called Nancy, who she knew actually lived near the campus. After some catching up and finagling about money, Del was set up in Nancy and her husband’s furnished basement suite. When he met Nancy again as he moved in, he was taken aback at how sexy the now thirtysomething woman was. She had left town when he was just 6, so he barely remembered her, but she remembered him, and welcomed him like a surrogate mother. His face had reddened from the feel of her curvaceous body hugging him, and then he had made the acquaintance of Michael, Nancy’s husband. The man, a little older than Nancy, was about Del’s height, a bit overweight, with dark hair and a trimmed beard. He seemed friendly enough. Del had settled into the spacious bedroom suite, and his landlords frequently invited him to join them for meals, allowing the grateful college student to save money that he would normally have spent on fast food. A few weeks had passed since he had moved in, and he was getting comfortable in his new normal. Del wished Nancy would hug him again. He thought about her warm, curvy body, barely hidden in her robe, pressed against him, the heady smell of her floral perfume setting his libido on fire, and he stroked himself to orgasm. Sleep came easily after that. Sweet dreams indeed, he thought.On Campus “Hey, Del, right?” Del looked up. Standing next to his table was a cute, smiling girl his age, with shoulder-length platinum blonde hair, wearing jeans and a t-shirt that were a little bit too large for her average frame. “Um, yeah…do I know you?” He looked around the campus cafeteria, wondering if someone was playing a prank on him. Cute girls didn’t normally just walk up and start conversations with him. She tucked some of her hair behind one ear. “Oh! Um, yeah, I’m Melanie…we went to high school together.” At his blank look, she continued, “We had like three classes together last year…I sat behind you in English?” Del struggled to remember her. A zitty, overweight dishwater blonde girl with glasses had sat behind him in that class… “Um…um…I lost some weight, got my eyes lasered, and colored my hair.” She looked really uncomfortable now. “Oh!” he said, realizing. “I’m sorry…yeah, you should probably have led with that.” Her skin had also cleared up, he noted. “Uh…how are you?” Her smile back on her face, she sat next to him. “Doing good! Did you ta

Morning Sex With Maria. Reminiscing about a past tryst of amazing sex and orgasms. by JackOfDiamonds. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.  Full Title: My Most Powerful Orgasms : Morning Sex With Maria I recall the “Wonder Years” of early adulthood, the time when I had graduated college, had an apartment of my own and my first real “career” job. It was an exciting time when the small struggles of independence had a feeling of freshness and fun. > It was the mid 90’s - I doubt anyone living in that era would refer to it as simple. When I look back today I see there was a simple innocence to not maybe the time, but within myself. I was working at a third shift Operations Center. The job was in the emerging tech field, yet like everything overnight there are busy times and slow times. The Center was functional, but was also a show piece for our technology built with mock-up settings of Airplanes, trains, and limousines. Every once in a while I would get a knock at my security door, and it would be a manager or executive bringing a date to show them the mock airline. I’ll save those stories for another time… I was young, the job was fun, yet socializing was tough since I moved to a new city and worked an overnight shift. I simply was not meeting anyone new. Since the Center was such a cool place, when I would start my shift (around 8PM) there were usually a few employees hanging-out. My section was an area where smoking was permitted (yes believe it or not you could smoke in offices in the mid-90’s), so people would naturally gravitate to my work area. We were a young company with relatively young employees, several of my coworkers became my closest friends at the time. One night while we were sitting around one of the sales guys was asking me how my dating life was going, and I laughingly said it wasn’t. He brought out a phone/newspaper/personals section from a local paper. I felt a little weird but with some coaxing I set-up an ad and a voice mailbox. I met a couple of women through the service, the odd part is that all the women I talked to said they were busy professionals. The two I met in person were attractive. The second of which became my girlfriend, and that’s where this particular story will focus. So I met Maria through the newspaper personals. We had been dating for a month, after talking on the phone to “get-to-know” each other for a week or so prior to dating. I got into a groove where I would get to work around 8PM, establish order, knock out what I could immediately then Maria would call around 9PM before she went to bed. I was working Friday night into Saturday morning, and Maria wanted me to come over first thing in the morning. I would typically get out of work around 6AM, and hopefully there would be light morning rush hour traffic because it was the weekend. I would be driving towards the city, so sometimes it could be hit-or-miss on how long it takes to get to her place. Maria lived in an apartment over a small row of shops. She had a couple neighbors but the place was always quiet, and calm. I liked going to her place after work because I could usually sleep well with little disturbances. However she made it clear to me that I would not be allowed to sleep when I got there. This particular evening I called Maria around 9PM. She told me she was excited to see me in the morning, since it had been a long week for both of us and our schedules did not permit us to see each other (she worked a day shift). Maria had subtle ways of talking seductively, without being overtly “dirty”, yet saying things in just the right way to get the blood rushing. She would use softly spoken expressions sometimes mixed with a blunt reality. Her voice was low, yet not husky, but always very sexy to me. This call she told me that she was wearing my shirt to bed, and my scent was fading. She needed me to come over so she could bury her face in me. She told me she was excited to see me in the morning, and that I shoul

Claudia,  A young man meets his uncle’s attractive and sexy maid. by Original_Aramis, listen to the podcast at Steamy Stories. It was very late in the afternoon when the taxi carrying Jeremy Fuller arrived at its destination. Jeremy looked out of the window as the taxi rolled up the drive and stopped in front of the house, a smile crossing his tired face. The house was pretty much as he remembered it; the grounds were neat and well-kept, the grass green and cut close, the house neat and tidy. Jeremy had been away at school in Europe for the past two years, and this was his first trip home. It was his uncle’s idea that he attend school in Europe; he had done it when he was young and always said it was the best thing to ever happen to him next to getting custody of Jeremy. Jeremy’s uncle had raised him since his parents were killed when he was six, and had done an excellent job of it. He had no brothers or sisters or any other living relatives and his uncle was a bachelor, so he was the sole object of his uncle’s attention. He loved his uncle like a father, and had missed him while he was gone. He had been looking forward to the trip home for months; the only thing to throw a damper in the works was the last-minute letter he got from his uncle the day before he got on the plane to fly home. Seems that there was a problem with one of his holdings in South America, and he had to go take care of it. He’d only be gone for about a week, but he’d be leaving the day that Jeremy was getting on the plane to come home. That meant he’d have the house all to himself for the first four or five days that he was home; he guessed that would be OK, since he’d just relax by the pool, go downtown during the evening, and maybe even get lucky and score once or twice before his uncle got home. European women were nice, but he was looking forward to some good old American ass. Jeremy walked up and opened the door to the house as the taxi drove away, then walked inside and dropped his bags on the floor next to the door. The house was cool and quiet, and he saw an envelope with his name on it lying on the small table in the hallway. He picked it up, opened it, and took out the sheet of paper inside. It was a note from his uncle, telling him that he was sorry he couldn’t be there for the first few days, but that he’d get home as soon as he could. He also said for Jeremy to enjoy himself and have fun, telling him where the keys to the car were. But it was the last paragraph that caught his eye. “And don’t worry about keeping the place neat; I’ve hired a live-in maid since you left, and she does quite a good job of taking care of things. Her name is Claudia; I think you’ll like her. Welcome home! Love, Uncle Andy.” Claudia; what an intriguing name, Jeremy thought. And just what did he mean by ‘I think you’ll like her,’ he thought to himself. Oh, well, he thought, he’d find out soon enough. He picked up his bags and headed upstairs to his old room. The room was exactly as he remembered it, and it seemed like no one had touched it since he left. Everything was in the same places as he last remembered seeing them, although there wasn’t a speck of dust or dirt anywhere to be seen. He dropped his bags on the floor and then stood in the center of the room and looked around, feeling glad to be home. “Welcome home, Master Jeremy,” a feminine voice said from behind him. Startled, Jeremy turned around quickly. Standing behind him with her hands behind her back and wearing a traditional French maid’s outfit was the woman who just had to be Claudia. His breath caught in his throat as he saw her for the first time. She was about 5 and a half feet tall, maybe 110 pounds soaking wet, with blond hair, blue eyes, and a very trim figure. She also had the nicest, roundest pair of tits he’d ever seen! They were absolutely stunning,  and the dress was cut low enough to show about a mile of cleavage. He could see the tops of her busty breasts rising and falling as sh

ComiCon: The right costume.Mike has an intense encounter with a mysterious cosplayer. by AlexRaistov,  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.  The con has been fairly packed this year. And now that they’re getting some big name guests, like Doctor Who’s Matt Smith and Alex Kingston are here.  I think it’s going to give Fan Expo Boston a run for its money. Hell, maybe even New York ComiCon. I think the fact that the convention center is connected to the hotel is a huge advantage. The contest was at 2pm this afternoon, so I wanted to head over and register early. Making my way through the crowds, I got stopped a couple of times to do the “Gaston Pose” with the Wolverine claws popped out. There was even a couple dressed as Beauty and the Beast, so we got a couple of pics together. I’ll text them to you later. Needless to say I got there later than I expected, so I was second to last in line. But it was fine because while I was waiting my turn to go up on stage, I found myself chatting with a dude from New York who was up with his buddy for the weekend. The guy was dressed as mashup of Deadpool and Eleven from Stranger Things. It was hysterical: a full Deadpool costume but with a blonde wig and dress. We got to talking about the con and cosplaying and after a few minutes he said with a chuckle, “Dude, be careful. I think the local law enforcement is checking you out.” I gave him a strange look because I had no fucking clue what he was talking about. He motioned with his head and I turned around. So picture this: two girls, both in variations of the ‘Slave Leia’ bikini from 'Return of the Jedi.’ One girl’s costume was all white and she was wearing a Stormtrooper helmet. The other was in all black, wearing a Darth Vader mask and a flowing cape. And holy shit their bodies were fucking amazing. You know I’ve always been a boob man. Both girls were easily 32-34B and their brassieres were doing a wonderful job of highlighting their fantastic assets. Both of them had stunning hourglass figures. When 'Madame Vader’ turned and leaned in to say something to her Stormtrooper, it was pretty clear by the amount of skin she was showing, there was most likely nothing under the long black loincloth. I watched as the Stormtrooper nodded to something 'Madame Vader’ said. At this point I didn’t know what else to call her. She then lifted her prop gun and started walking in our direction. “You’re in for it now man,” said Eleven Deadpool. The sexy Stormtrooper came right up to me and pointed her weapon. “You. Rebel Scum,” she barked, “You’re to come with me immediately.” I raised my eyebrow, my cigar jammed firmly in my teeth. I figured what the hell, if we were gonna do this, have fun with it. “Rebel scum?” I growled, “Sweetheart, do I look like rebel scum to you?” The trooper pressed the nozzle of her weapon into my chest. “Now.” I glanced over to Eleven Deadpool who shrugged, “Don’t look at me man. I’m a mercenary, remember?” I leaned in towards the Stormtrooper and grunted, “You know, no one fights like Gaston. And with these claws I bet it would be an interesting fight. But okay, I’m game.” As I stepped away from the line, I heard my new friend shout, “Vaya Con Dios, my son! Go with God.” The Stormtrooper led me over to 'Madame Vader’ who had her hands on her curvy hips. I also got a chance to admire her thigh-high black boots, laced up the front with buckles going up the sides. She had a black belt around her waist which hung a light saber hilt. As I got closer and saw a tan line on her exposed hip, I was convinced more than ever that she was wearing nothing underneath. 'Madame Vader’ looked at me from head to toe. "Something I can do for you?” I said in my best Hugh Jackman voice. For a moment she stood there silently. I almost expected to hear the raspy Vader breathing. “You!” she said finally in a commanding but very sultry voice, “will follow me. There will be no questions. Is that understood?” So okay, you know I don’t lik

Moonlit Night on the Lake: Living A Wet Dream,Young woman meets young man while skinny-dipping on lake at midnight. Part 1, scene 1, by SILVERBEARD69, listen to the podcast at Steamy Stories. Tossing and turning uncomfortably, Barbra lay on her bed, unable to fall asleep. In a thoroughly unsuccessful attempt at relief from the sweltering heat, the bed-covers were thrown back, exposing her naked, sweat-covered body. As tiny rivulets of perspiration trickled down her skin and dripped onto the sheet beneath her, the wet, clammy feel of her bed only added to her discomfort. Glancing at the wide-open window beside her bed, Barbra tried to will a cool breeze to waft through her room to ease the oppressive heat which lay upon her nude body like a leaden blanket. The stiflingly heavy air, however, remained silent and motionless, both inside her oven-like room and outside her open window. As she gazed through her window, praying for a breath of cooling air, Barbra noticed a strange, orange glow, low in the sky, silhouetting the tops of distant hills. Intrigued, Barbra sat up to gaze out her open window, her chin propped up on her palms as her elbows rested on the windowsill. She wondered if she was witnessing a forest fire advancing up the backside of the distant hills. After a few more moments, Barbra saw a sharply defined, crescent-shaped edge appear within the orange glow above the hill-top. As it slowly grew larger and brighter, Barbra finally realized that she was watching the moon rising behind the summit of the hill. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, the moon crept higher, until, at last, its full yellow-orange disc was clear of the peak. Awed by the beauty, and grateful for the distraction, Barbra quietly watched for a long time as the moon gradually rose higher, its ruddy face gradually fading to a bright, silvery white. Barbra finally tore her eyes from that lovely silver orb and glanced around at the yard outside her window, amazed by the transformation the rising moon had wrought there. What had been shrouded in total, inky blackness when she had first sat up to look out, was now bathed in pale, pearly-white light and she could see everything, almost as if it were daylight. Having taken her eyes from the silvery face of the moon, the hypnotic trance it had induced was broken and the stifling heat in her room again closed in on her. She glanced up at the moon again and imagined she saw a face there, beckoning to her invitingly. “Okay,” she whispered, “here I come!” Barbra got up and pulled on a pair of very short, cut-off blue-jeans, faded and worn, with a fringe of white around the leg openings. She fastened a brief little halter-top over her breasts and slipped on her flip-flops. She got up onto the bed and carefully climbed out of the window, dropping to the ground a few feet below the window sill. She stood there for a few moments, undecided, then walked to the garage and got out her bicycle, trying not to make any noise, so as not to arouse her family. Barbra walked her bike down the long driveway to the road, then climbed on and pedaled off, her long, blond hair fluttering in the breeze behind her. She sighed with relief as the cooling air flowed over her hot, moist skin, happy that she had decided to leave the oppressive heat of her bedroom. Riding along the quiet, rural road, Barbra watching the low-hanging moon blink on and off behind the trees along the side as she passed. That bright, silvery orb seemed to be following along beside her, like a silent companion, as she pedaled down the empty highway. On the side of the road, Barbra noticed a sign indicating the turn-off to her town’s lake. She decided to ride out that way. She turned off the highway and proceeded along a gravel road for about half a mile, where, through the trees, she spotted the glint of moonlight on the smooth surface of the lake. She pulled off the road and walked her bicycle through the trees for a short distance. Reaching the tree-line, she leane

Making It With the Maid Losing virginity with virgin maid. by Boneranil, listen to the podcast at Steamy Stories. Collin is a spoiled Calcutta youth with some very rich parents. He was 20 at the time, when he got into his first experience with a real pussy. It was his maid, named Mani, who was around his age. She is the nurse to Collin’s grandmother and sleeps 2 rooms away from Collin’s bedroom. She is a beauty, with nice curves and a handful of boobs. She wears just the chudidar pants, and choli bustier’, without any dupatta or sari to cover her cleavage. While she permeates an ‘air’ of an advanced yoga instructor, she’s actually struggling to have any self confidence because of the criticism coming from Collin’s mother, the matriarch of the home. Collin was very much drawn towards his maid, and her cleavage would make him go crazy. Her attire would reveal her perfect shape, but still, Collin maintained distance, because of their class differences. Collin’s grandmother found her in a nearby village and brought her to the city, as a maid. Collin’s mom never treated her normally and everyone used to scold her. One night, while going to the toilet, Collin heard Mani crying softly, in her room, while everyone was asleep. This was the first time Collin got to approach her. So, Collin went to her, to find out why she was crying.Collin said; “What happened Mani? why are you crying?”Mani said; “Your mom scolded me, for breaking a dish. I didn’t do it on purpose.”Collin said; “Oh, I am so sorry Mani, for what my mom did to you.”Mani said; “It’s okay, this happens every day. But, the only thing is that I don’t have any friends to share my feelings with.”Collin said; “Oh come on, don’t think like that. I’ll be your friend Mani. Please feel free to talk about anything with me.” Then, for over 30 minutes she talks about her life in the village and all. All this while, Collin’s eyes were shifting from her lips, to her boobs and cleavage. Collin’s lust was increasing, while his mind raced for a plan immediately. When they were done talking, Mani was getting ready to go to bed, that draws Collin’s attention and he realizes that she sleeps on the floor.Collin said; “Why are you sleeping on the floor?”Mani said; “Because this is how I sleep. I don’t have a bed.”Collin said; “You can come and sleep in my room. I have a huge bed.”Mani said; “No way, how can I sleep on your bed? That too when you are present? That’s not good. Your mom would kill me.”Collin said; “Don’t worry about my mom. You can come to my room when everyone is asleep and go early in the morning. I won’t tell anyone.” She hesitates for some time, thinking about Collin’s proposal, but finally gives in. After she enters his bedroom, Collin closes the door and goes to his bed. She followed him and both of them stood on both sides of the bed. Then, Collin starts to remove his clothes, which startles Mani.Mani said; “What are you doing? Why are you removing your clothing?”Collin said; “I sleep without anything on my body. That gives good and peaceful sleep.”Mani said; “Oh, Okay. But, I am here today?”Collin said; “I don’t mind sleeping naked in front of you. You are my friend now.”Mani said; “Okay, your wish.” Her eyes were fixed on Collin’s body, as he removed every piece of his attire, one by one. When Collin was completely naked, he looked at her and realized that her eyes were wide, looking straight at his limp cock.Collin said; “What are you looking at? Never seen a cock before?”Mani said; “No I didn’t. It’s big.”Collin said; “You should see when it’s hard, it’s much bigger then.”Mani said; “Oh, ok.” Then, Collin fell on the bed and she also came and slept beside him, in the same blanket. They had good space between them. After making herself comfortable on the bed Mani opens up.Mani said; “You know what? After coming to the city, no one treated me properly, as in the village. You are the 1st person who cared for me.”Collin said; “Oh come on Mani, you are a good girl. And remem

Santa Claus: Sex Addict, part one,A young woman’s epic adventure to save Christmas with SEX! By cbsummers, listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Scene One: THE MEETING “Hi. My name is Kris, and I’m a sex addict.” “Hi, Kris,” replied the other sex addicts. I was too dumbfounded to speak. Of all the people, in all the world, that could have walked into the Anchorage Sex Addict’s Anonymous Support Group, it would have to be him. It was Kris Kringle. I don’t think anyone else recognized him, but the dark sunglasses didn’t fool me. I’d known who he was the second he’d walked into the room and purchased a hot chocolate from the drink machine. He didn’t look exactly as I’d pictured him. For one thing, he was taller than I expected. About a foot taller than me, which would make him almost six feet. And he wasn’t as fat as he usually looked on Christmas card illustrations. Artistic license I guess… or maybe he’d been working out. And he wasn’t an old man, which was surprising. If not for the snowy white hair and beard, he’d have passed for thirty-five, tops. But it was him. I knew it. I felt it in my heart and in my head. Call it woman’s intuition. He had the beard, the long eyebrows, the handlebar moustache, the rosy cheeks and the cherry nose. But he didn’t look very jolly. In fact, he seemed downright depressed. Prior to speaking, he’d sat quietly in his fold up chair, looking around the room. He was probably trying to figure out who was naughty and who was nice. But he needn’t have bothered. Other than the facilitator, we were all quite naughty. Kris was wearing Bermuda shorts and a T-shirt with a silly slogan on it: “Reindeers Rule”. Probably something one of the elves gave him for Christmas. It was an odd outfit to choose. It was December in Alaska. It was ten below zero outside! He was obviously trying to go incognito. It’s called Sex Addicts Anonymous, after all. But I guess it’s hard to be anonymous when you’re Santa Claus. Kris took a sip of cocoa and started talking in a deep, sonorous voice that made my heart melt. He said he was the foreman of a large manufacturing facility. A year ago he’d started having sexual relations with some of his employees. Soon it became an obsession. He didn’t want to get into the details, but the situation got so bad that his wife left him. And now his business was in danger. He had a big delivery coming up soon, but his employees were in full revolt as a result of his actions. If he missed the delivery deadline, he’d be ruined. The others took his story at face value, but not me. I could read between the lines. He’d done something inappropriate with the elves, pissing off Mrs. Claus… and if that weren’t bad enough, Christmas was in danger of not happening at all! A shiver went down my spine. Christmas was everything to me… hell, it was my reason for living! My first job was as a department store elf, and later I worked at the Christmas store. Nowadays, I sold and traded Christmas tchotchke online. If there was no Christmas this year… well, it was too horrible to contemplate! I had to do something about it. I had to help Santa. I had to save Christmas! After he finished talking, Kris listened politely as the rest of the sex addicts spilled their guts, trying to figure out how their lives had gotten so f’ up. When it was my turn to share, I passed. I didn’t want him to know about me… not yet anyway. When the meeting adjourned, I went up to Kris. “Excuse me, uh, Kris, is it?” “Yes. It’s nice to meet you, Virginia.” “Wait… how do you know my name?” But even as I said it, I already knew how he knew. Santa knows the name of everyone in the world! “Sam said your name when he asked you if you’d like to talk.” I didn’t remember my name being mentioned, but if he wanted to play it that way, so be it, “Oh… right. Well, you’re a good listener.” There were tiny little twinkles in his tired eyes as he said, “Sometimes, Virginia. I try to be.” His expression changed for a moment. He looked me up and down

Couples Therapy,The wife does not expect the radical confrontational method. by zorro4l, listen to the podcast at Steamy Stories. The famed specialist Elsa Jünger cordially welcomes the newly arrived couple to her office and invites them to take a seat in the plush leather armchair provided for this purpose. The couple cannot help but be impressed by the imposing beauty and youthful presence of Dr. Jünger, in her attitude and the tone of her voice emanates a subjugating sensuality, a resolute authority pronounced in the femininity of her forms and the voluptuous aroma of her perfume would impose a certain sense of insecurity and nervousness in the first impression that the couple took of the prestigious psychiatrist with a doctorate in Vienna. “Before we begin, Mr. and Mrs. Holtz, I want you to know that every problem can be solved, no matter how big it is. I want to thank you both for placing your trust in me, I want you to find here a neutral place where no matter how serious the problem is, we will solve it with my method based on the transmutation and the flow of emotions. We could start with you Dominika.” Said the therapist. “We have been married for 20 years, Fritz is a good provider, a good father and he is very responsible, but for a long time now our intimacy has been reduced to a couple of moments per year, he doesn’t seem to have much interest in me.” said Dominika. “Let’s see what we have here, can you stand up?” said Dr. Jünger. Dominika stood up obediently while the specialist observed the elegance and attractiveness of the demure tone of the housewife. “Good. You are a healthy-looking woman, with a certain attractiveness. Have you thought that your demure appearance and attitude have something to do with it? Don’t take it the wrong way, you look refined and very elegant in that button-down dress, you have a face with beautiful features and porcelain skin, you are 43 years old, you have beautiful reddish blonde hair, and after the treatment, your beautiful eyes will shine with joy again.” said Elsa Jünger. The therapist continued to look analytically at Dominika, who remained quietly expectant. “Have you thought that your family’s occupations are interfering?” Elsa said as she continued to analyze the woman. “I lead a simple life dedicated to my family.” Dominika said. “Don’t be angry, but with that hairstyle and those huge glasses, together with your attitude of monastic modesty and arrogant suburban virtue, you look like a duck on an empty stomach.” Elsa said to Dominika who adopted an astonished expression, she found those words outrageous and incorrect, they made her feel offended and her dignity violated. The therapist walked with resolute seriousness around Dominika without leaving her analytical posture, typical of a specialist who is critical of the causes of the problem. Fritz silently noted the way the attractive doctor’s formal attire seemed to fit progressively with a singular adherence to her body, suggesting the resolute ambition of a consummate femininity possessed of extravagant and firm forms. It was impossible for his gaze to focus elsewhere as the spectacular psychiatrist moved about the office analyzing the silent Dominika, for a moment the flirtatious lines of delicate panties under the ever-tightening skirt seemed to insinuate themselves, resolutely asserting their presence and outlining the spherical perfection of the optical poem that was the firm backside of the sensual therapist. Fritz smiled subtly and would immediately notice the same kind of naughty affirmations on his wife’s dress. Dr. Jünger continued to express her impressions to Dominika, by this time she was right behind the astonished woman and placed her hands on the shoulders of the unsuspecting housewife. Elsa stopped to observe Fritz, he remained silent and did not seem to understand the seriousness that emanated from that fiery coppery gaze that rested on him in an analytical way, for a moment it seemed as if the therapis

Battling Exposure, Cold weather backpackers find exposure can take many forms. by RORI333, Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. It wasn’t the 17 degree Fahrenheit temperature that had turned backpacking in the North Cascades into a life or death situation…it was the rain. As majestic as the Pacific Northwest is in late autumn, the weather can turn on you in a ferocious way! Failure to plan accordingly can lead to terrible exposure. My friend Julie and I had set out with the intention of cold weather camping, but because of unusually heavy snowfall the access roads had limited entry to the park. The rangers advised us not to use our backcountry camping pass, but we had driven all the way from rural Oregon, and were determined to rough it out. Julie and I met in church when we were kids, but even through youth group we never dated. Partially because I never had the courage to suggest taking our relationship beyond the best friend zone and partially because just being friends meant we could hang out together without our parents or youth leaders chaperoning us. We were both shy and inexperienced with the opposite sex having grown up in a small town church. Even though we were both eighteen now it still took some convincing and a promise that we’d use separate tents for our parents to approve the overnight outing. Julie was athletic and curvy with pale skin, curly red hair, and bright green eyes. She was a little heavier than most of the other girls in our youth group, but it settled marvelously around her butt, and breasts, and she carried more muscle from outdoor activities. I silently adored her beauty, as she hiked in front of me. “I wonder if she ever checks me out?” I wondered as I caught myself staring at the way her wet pants clung to her behind. I’m Adam, a thin hiking and running enthusiast who has some lean muscle, but was never as built as some of the other guys in school. I didn’t play team sports so I didn’t know how my body measured up to the hometown athletes, but I had a fair idea that I was slightly more endowed than average in one area. Several miles into our hike it started raining which didn’t seem like an urgent problem until Julie slipped on the icy wet snow and crashed down a steep embankment. She managed to grab onto some brush to slow her ascent, but was now dangling partway down a ravine that could be deadly if ascended at full speed. “I can’t hold on Adam!” She screamed through the torrential downpour. “Unsnap your pack!” I screamed. I was worried the added weight would cost us precious time for her to hold on. I quickly emptied my pack onto the ground and grabbed the paracord I left at the bottom. Tying part of it around a rock to anchor it, I tied a knot and threw a loop down, which she was able to carefully wrap around her torso so I could help her slowly climb up. In the process, I was violently pulled onto my front. I slammed my ribs on the rock in order to be able to pull without risking going over the slippery edge myself. With a lot of exertion I helped her back up over the edge. Julie was trembling partly from the cold and partly from the adrenaline as she grabbed me for a hug and kissed my cheek. “Stop blushing, I owe you my life!” She said as if it wasn’t the closest thing to a first kiss either one of us had experienced. By that point all my gear was soaked and I realized we’d left the tents in her pack when we’d divided the gear. Shivering and soaking wet we pressed on for a short while until we found a rocky overhanging that I tied a poncho liner over to make a makeshift shelter front the wind and rain. It was then I noticed she had a tear down the inside of her pants and her thigh was bleeding. “I need you to take off your pants so I can treat that wound.”  I told her. She gently protested that she could do it herself so I handed her the first aid kit and turned around to give her privacy. “Adam” she said after a minute, “I can barely move my fingers, can you help me?” I turned a

Welcome to Steamy Stories                                                         This daily podcast features the best developing authors of love stories, along with exotic journals of passionate & explicit human interaction.Our narrators are a select group of voices and we innovate this medium with A.I. technologies.Our curators have selected stories each day, bringing a diverse collection of storylines. Some are historic, some are futuristic, but they all relate to the human quest of physical and emotional desires, for sexual expression.We delve into the youthful discovery of sexuality. We chronicle the vast expressions of healthy affection and sex drive.  We feature the creative ways that real people overcome life’s adversities and limitations, and still find sexual fulfillment.And we celebrate the successes of people who restore losses in their love life, and go on living in a pleasurable and generous way.Balanced Sexuality is essential to healthcare, for body, soul, and spirit.Subscribe to this podcast in your mobile apps, browsers, and email formats.  Steamy-Stories.mp3 . --