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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.

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By TruthWithaTwist. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

We got to the resort and it was everything we expected. It was a cheesy resort built for “romance weekends”. They did a have a “lodge restaurant” and because it was off-season, we had no problem getting our choice of cabins and were told to come down the restaurant at any time.

The guy working the front desk told us that the hot tub on the deck was usable, but suggested that we turn the heat on before dinner if we wanted to use it later. He also mentioned the romance package and asked if he could have it delivered while we dined. He said all of this unironically and without embarrassment.

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By TruthWithaTwist. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

I was midway through my first year of Graduate school, getting my MBA, when my girlfriend, Tara, asked if I wanted to drive to her family’s house a few hours away for the weekend. It was her Mother and Step-Father’s 20th wedding party and I jumped at the chance to get away from campus for a few days. The party was scheduled for April 2nd, but their actual anniversary was April 1st, which was a running joke in the family. The chance to get away sounded great and I knew that Tara and I would always find ways to entertain ourselves on long car rides.

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