Upgrading Her Love Life

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10/02/23 • -1 min

Steamy-Stories

Steamy College Dorm

A steamy and ravenous sexual undertaking is in store...

by CrystalThem. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

“Do you want me to walk you out?”

I stared blankly at Nathaniel, no good answer for his simple question coming to mind. I’d told him I had class, but I didn’t. I just was sick of speaking to him.

“Sure. Yea, sure.” I stood up to grab my backpack. Doesn’t he know there isn’t class on the weekend?

“Hey!” he stood on his tippy toes to grab my breasts. “Maybe we could.... do it before we go?”

“Uh....”

I’d rather die.

“No. No, I got class. I’m sorry!”

I felt bad. I looked down at his crestfallen face. His squeaky voice got even more annoying when he was upset. “But I drove all the way here..... I listened to your long boring story about your geology class..... ”

“Fine.” I said to shut him up.

We did the usual preparation. I locked my dorm door, shut the shades. We took off our clothes beforehand, just to speed things up. Although, taking too long was not really an issue. I sucked him off which really was something I was trying to avoid, having just brushed my teeth and all. He made some guttural remarks about how my cooch was so tight, fuck me, etc. All according to script. Then, he tried to flip me around, but I did it beforehand, I knew where he was going. That’s all he wants to do these days, as if I were some curvy horse or something.

“Ah Yes!” he said dramatically, falling almost off the bed. He laid there for a moment half on the ground, panting as if something noteworthy had occurred. Then, he had the audacity to say “I know you don’t usually like to put out, but I think that was the best we’ve ever done! We should go. Do you think you’re gonna be late to class?”

“I’m not worried about it.” I replied, for a variety of reasons.

I like Nathaniel, I really do. We’ve been dating for almost six years now, since middle school. We were the town’s favorite couple. He was big into band and music, and I was more into sports and fitness. We were an unlikely pairing, especially given the fact that he was a head shorter than I was. But he was my sweet lil guy. I wasn’t worried about us growing apart when I went off to college, and he stayed in our hometown to work at Stop and Shop. I figured we’d get through it, and then I could just forget all about boys when I came to college and focus on my studies.

But when you leave your little town for a huge university, they don’t tell you what you’re getting into. These aren’t boys here... they’re men. I feel so small and shy around them, in a way that scares me a bit... but also intrigues me. I just kind of wanted one of them to like, pick me up and put me in their hands, and score a touchdown with me, you know? I had a dream like that. It was one of my favorites.

“Hello?? Earth to April.”

Nathaniel waved his tiny hands in front of me. I’d been zoning out again.

“Yea?”

“Jeez April, you’re so air headed sometimes.” He snarked. “I was telling you that my mom isn’t here yet to pick me up. She’ll be here at 3.”

“Great.”

Nathaniel proceeded to go on about the complex social dynamics of the work staff at Stop and Shop, and how nobody seems to know how to do their job but him. I knew the correct responses to these stories, because he’d been talking about it for years.

Believe it or not, I used to really like these stories. He was a pretty good storyteller. Although, as time went on, especially in the first few months of being in school.... I’d find myself on the phone, still listening to this same story about some story in my hometown, when I had about a million cool things to tell him about college. He told me though, that talking about college makes him upset he didn’t get in anywhere, so I never really got to do more than tell him how right he was about how lazy his coworkers were.

“Hey!! April!” said the most melodic voice I’d ever heard. Whoops, back to reality.

A Soccer friend named Alec came into the room and jogged over to me smiling, passing a large soccer ball between his legs. He was wearing his practice uniform that I like so much, the light ones that make his skin look so tan and his hair so blonde. He towered above us both.

I immediately tensed up. No, he shouldn’t be here. Or... we shouldn’t be here. I felt a primal urge to run away as he came up to me, possibly because he was featured in that touchdown dream. It didn’t feel right that Alec and Nathaniel could exist in the same universe.

He gave me a huge hug, whi...

Steamy College Dorm

A steamy and ravenous sexual undertaking is in store...

by CrystalThem. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

“Do you want me to walk you out?”

I stared blankly at Nathaniel, no good answer for his simple question coming to mind. I’d told him I had class, but I didn’t. I just was sick of speaking to him.

“Sure. Yea, sure.” I stood up to grab my backpack. Doesn’t he know there isn’t class on the weekend?

“Hey!” he stood on his tippy toes to grab my breasts. “Maybe we could.... do it before we go?”

“Uh....”

I’d rather die.

“No. No, I got class. I’m sorry!”

“Fine.” I said to shut him up.

“I’m not worried about it.” I replied, for a variety of reasons.

“Hello?? Earth to April.”

Nathaniel waved his tiny hands in front of me. I’d been zoning out again.

“Yea?”

“Jeez April, you’re so air headed sometimes.” He snarked. “I was telling you that my mom isn’t here yet to pick me up. She’ll be here at 3.”

“Great.”

“Hey!! April!” said the most melodic voice I’d ever heard. Whoops, back to reality.

He gave me a huge hug, whi...

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Believe In Belle

Bedeviling vixen stirs up lust and love.

By Mr Jack . Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

There is an old saying about fishing and work. It goes something like this; ‘The worst day fishing is better than the best day working’!

I was having one of those days. Work had gone well and, in general, I suppose it was a good day. But, I was getting 'antsy’ and I wanted to get 'out of here’. With it being Friday, I skipped lunch and headed home to get a jump on the weekend.

Perhaps it was a bit of the kid in me that made me feel like I was playing 'hooky’. I suppose in many ways I just refused to grow up. As soon as I got home, I was out of my suit and tie and into my fishing clothes in a very short time. Barefooted, I sprinted through the wide expanse of my bluegrass lawn, jumped into my truck, and sped to the creek.

Now, here I was sitting on a creek bank with a fishing pole clutched in one hand and a cold beer clasped in the other. The fish weren’t biting at all. Hell, this was fine with me! At least I wasn’t at work! Things just couldn’t get any better than this!

Time was meandering as slowly as the waters of my favorite fishing creek. I downed the last beer from the six-pack. Or, was it a twelve-pack? I disremember. Disremember? Is this a word? I think it means that I forgot to remember. I made a mental note to look it up in the dictionary later, if I didn’t 'disremember’ to. Had I had drank those beers too quickly? Maybe I was a bit tipsy. My head was getting fuzzy. What I needed was a good, cold, 'wake-me-up’ swim.

I was sitting on a big, flat ledge rock which protruded over the calm surface of the slow moving creek. It only took seconds for me to strip down to my birthday suit. As soon as my manhood was released from its confinement inside my jeans, it sprang to life. At 30, I was still in the prime of life. I was vigorous, virile, and always horny. The thick, meaty, erectness of the rod between my legs proved this point.

Plunging into the inviting water, I was reminded pretty damn quickly that cold creek water and erect cocks are not companionable friends. No siree, they are sworn enemies! The cold water attacked my muscular meat! In self defense, the rod shriveled to half its original size.

After a few refreshing laps, I headed back for the ledge rock. I was wading through thigh-deep water when a bee began buzzing around my face. I shook my wet head, but the worrisome insect would not let me alone. I swatted at it again and again. Finally, I hit the irritating son-of-a-bitch and knocked it winding. It landed on the rock toward which I strode.

Now, wait a goddamn minute! That’s not a bee! Is it? Why, it’s too big. It’s too big by a long shot. And hell, it’s getting even bigger by the second! As my befuddled eyes stared, the 'bee’ stood up on its legs. Stood up? Damnit, bees can’t stand up!

Bees can’t speak, either. But, this one did. Shit, it spoke plain as day! With a giggly, melodious voice, it said, “Sir, you sure are quick. That’s the first time anyone has ever been able to touch me! I like to fly around and tease humans.”

I suppose I’d consumed a lot more beers than I’d imagined. Why, I must be drunk as a skunk! My imagination was running wild. My mind knew for a fact that the girl hadn’t really spoken. Girl...? I wondered why this word came to my mind.

My eyes focused again on the 'imaginary’ creature. Why hell, it sure looked like a girl! I saw a tiny feminine head, torso, and legs. Luminous, pale blue, semi-transparent wings fluttered behind the creature’s back. The winged sprite was even speaking in a soft, feminine voice, “Why are you staring at me like that? You act like you’ve seen a ghost. Do you think I’m a ghost?”

Well, I wasn’t about to engage in a conversation with a figure out of my inebriated imagination! No, I wasn’t! Contrarily, curiosity took control of my senses and caused my voice to involuntarily speak, “No, I don’t think you’re a ghost. For all I know, you’re a fairy or some other mythical creature.”

The girl seemed offended. She spoke irritably, “Fairies are not mythical creatures! They’re not 'creatures’ at all. And, they’re as real as you are Mister! I guess I ought to know because I’m one myself! Technically I’m a 'Pixie’.”

Pixie my ass! She wasn’t real! Yet, I could still hear her voice, “Let me introduce myself. My name is Belle. 'Bell’ is actually my last name. I added an 'e’ to it and made it my first. I bet you can’t guess my real first name? What’s your name?”

Without knowing why, I answered, “My last name is 'Pan’ and it’s real. I didn’t make it up. My first name is Peter. Girlie, I couldn’t guess your name if I tried! The only...

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Daring Alicia: Part 1

Jeremy does something out of character, will it pay off?

By PaulStevens. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

It had been another typical Friday evening on the train for Jeremy. He was glad to see the week at last come to an end, not to mention he was looking forward to meeting with his buddies, once this infernal train finally reached his stop.

“Only six stops to go,” he reminded himself, as both time and the train seemed to crawl along. The train was better than driving from his far suburb to the downtown, and back each day. He knew it was far faster too, but still some days that hour seemed so much longer, and this was one of them.

He looked longingly up, through the open center grids; at the fully occupied seats on the upper deck; from the lower deck seat which he had begrudgingly taken. He usually rode up there, mostly because it, allowed him more space than the lower deck benches did. Jeremy was a very tall guy, and cramming himself into a lower deck seat for an hour was not his idea of fun. Nor was it adding to his mood.

He continued looking longingly up at those seats as the train slowed to a halt again, driving his knees into the bench in front of him. As he silently cursed it, he saw commotion above, as young woman scrambled down the tight spiral steps, to leave the train, her stop seemingly having snuck up on her. Jeremy smiled. He knew why she was in such a rush. He had noticed her earlier, napping a bit, in her seat. He suspected, if not for the jolt of the train, she would have missed her stop completely.

The door opened and passengers filed out. Jeremy looked back at the upper row as it recovered from the commotion to see how many others had gotten off up there, and whether he should ponder heading up. No luck, but it was then he spotted it. Right where the young lady had descended the steps, was a monthly pass. A pass he remembered seeing her put there.

Having once lost one of those before, he sprang to action and picked it up. He flipped it over, hoping it had a name and number, so the conductor could get it back to her. No luck. So, seeing the passengers still filing out, he made a flash decision and quickly made his way toward the exit. Pushing through the vestibule door and down to the platform he frantically searched for the woman.

Now ordinarily this would have been extremely reckless, as finding one person in the crowd that got off at this stop would have been near on impossible, except that, though he tried not to admit it; he had been admiring this particular passenger since the train had left downtown Chicago. That was how he knew she had the pass, and it was also why he was sure he could find her in this crowd.

The biggest thing working in his favor was height. Both his, being nearly seven feet tall; it made it easy to find people. And hers, as he was sure she had to be close to six feet herself. It did not take long before he found the mane of light chestnut brown hair hovering above the crowd. He made his way towards her, hoping to reach her before she reached her car.

His hopes of getting back onto the train were long gone. He had seen the crowd and heard the chimes that signaled the doors were closing. As the crowd reached the parking lot, it fanned out and Jeremy was able to speed up, but unfortunately so had his quarry. Both had long legs and he could tell she was in a hurry. Still, slowed by the crowd Jeremy watched her get farther away and just hoped he didn’t lose her, otherwise this gesture would not only be incredibly stupid, but incredibly useless as well.

He was pleased to see that she walked past the parking lot and kept walking toward nearby apartment buildings.

“A walker,” he thought to himself. Fortune, it seemed, had smiled on him. She was still moving quickly, but knowing he had more time, Jeremy waited to clear the crowd before putting on speed to catch up to her. As he quickened his pursuit of her, a small part of his brain acknowledged that this might make the woman nervous, if she were paying attention. After all he was a strange man. This certainly was not his stop, and now he seemed to be deliberately following her, which he was of course. Not for any sinister reason, but she had no way of knowing that. This was where being a big guy worked against him. In a lot of cases, it kept him out of fights he didn’t want, but it also made him unnecessarily scary to strangers.

‘You take the good with the bad,’ he thought. He reminded himself of every time his size put him in a bad spot. And it did with surprising frequency. However, his query was no five-foot-nothing-ninety-pound gymnast. She was definitely over six feet tall and was definitel...