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Explicit short stories of intimacy and passion.2003-2022 Biographies & Memoirs Hygiene & Healthy Living Social Sciences
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  • Home Repairs: Part 2

    Home Repairs: Part 2
    Jan 17 2026
    Home Repairs: Part 2A Housewife Gets Cucked.Based on posts by Mr Still, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories."Job's done," April confirmed as she came down the ladder with me holding it firmly. She looked over at June while she stood quite close to me. "Well, maybe only partly done," she observed."I have an idea," June spat at her. "Why don't you just leave now?"April ran her hands down the front of my pants. "I could do that," she agreed as she groped my cock through my pants. "Henry," she chastised, "you're not hard."I looked at her. "Should I be?""Well," April smiled, "your wife's tied up in a sort of revealing way, and I'm feeling quite hot after all the exertion." And to prove that she quickly unbuttoned her shirt and flung it off. Her bra followed revealing her tits were as firmly impressive as I had hoped.I was shocked though, that April was half naked in our house, but not June. "You little slut," she sneered, "what are you going to do with Henry?""I think that's pretty obvious," April replied, as she undid her pants. But she didn't remove them. They had had slid down her hips enough to show the top of her panties and a lot of her ass that did curve nicely as I had hoped. She had stopped stripping to rummage in her bag. She pulled out a bright pink object that I immediately recognized as a lush. A vibrating incertable sex toy."What are you going to do with that," June asked her with more than a hint of concern in her voice."Do you know what it is?" April asked letting the bulb part swing in front of June's face.June did not answer so April continued. "I am going to insert this into you. I will turn it to just the right vibration to turn you on but not enough to make you cum. And of course you have no other way to get yourself off. Meanwhile I'll be fucking your husband." April looked at me. I shrugged like all that was all the most normal thing in the world. April grabbed June's panties and yanked them down to her ankles where they tangled with the shorts that were already there. April squatted to get a good angle to slide the Lush into my wife who stared over the top of April's head at the wall behind her biting her tongue having apparently decided not to show April any sense of pleasure or otherwise.April clearly realized that was June's game. "You are going to enjoy this," she promised June after she completed the insertion and gave her a quick peck on the lips. April toyed with my wife's tits, pulling her nipples and giving them a good feel then walked back over to the table and fiddled with her phone. "I know you are feeling a buzz," she advised. "It's set to low." And she smiled. "Make sure to moan if you are about to cum."Turning to me, April laughed as she undid her own pants and stepped out of them. As she lowered her panties I saw a pink handle pressing against her belly. April saw that I saw. "Yes, that's a lush too. It makes installing insulation much more exciting," she explained to me. "It's my special friend, gets me through the day and keeps me alert. Now you get your clothes off too. We've got to get you hard if you're going to be able to satisfy me."It did not take me long to strip.April looked me over and nodded approvingly. "Better than I expected," she reported. "I hope this means that you are going to be an okay fuck." I glared at her, not that she seemed to care about the slight at my abilities. "Now," she pondered, "how are we going to get you hard?" She looked to me and looked to June. "Stick it in her mouth for a while," April decided.June looked pleadingly to April but realized she would not get any sympathy from her. Rather April keenly looked to me to get the performance started. My wife gave me a threatening look as I moved towards her but she opened her mouth wide enough for me to easily fit my cock in there. She was silent, no grunts, moans or complaints as I placed my hands on the back of her head and forced her down on me, possibly a little further than I knew she liked. Then she lurched suddenly which forced me a bit deeper. April sniggered, so I looked over at her. She was playing with her phone. Presumably she had given June a jolt for the moment."Do you like that?" April grinned at me.I realized that I was still deeply embedded in June's mouth and I was now pretty hard. June convulsed again and I realized that this time it was me.April watched approvingly for a few moments while my cock hardened in my wife's mouth. "I think you're hard enough," she ordered. "Time for you to come over here to play with me."I removed myself from June and stepped fully erect towards the naked insulation installer. "Down there," she ordered, pointing to the floor at her feet. I lowered myself carefully, then reclining on one side looked to April. She obviously knew what she wanted since she stepped up over me and pushed me onto my back using her toes, then shuffled me around by poking her feet into my side until she was happy with where I was. Then without ...
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  • Home Repairs: Part 1

    Home Repairs: Part 1
    Jan 16 2026
    Home Repairs: Part 1She’s a plumber who fixes more than the sink.Based on posts by Mr Still, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.It takes some getting used to, the ways of the world these days. The sink in our kitchen had flooded the floor and of course we had to deal with it and of course it was a Saturday morning. I took a look at the spaghetti of pipes and hoses under the sink and complained to my wife June who stood watching with her arms crossed while I went on about how something that was supposed to be as simple as water coming into the house and water going out of the house could be so complicated in these modern homes.June seemed unimpressed by my complaint and latched on to the main issue. "Can you fix it?" she asked with a hint of urgency. "I like things in our home to work.""I've just been explaining;” I started but she cut me off."Just get a plumber in then," she ordered and left the kitchen and the puddle on the floor, striding out as if this failing of the house was somehow my fault.I did the google thing and got as far down as Advanced Plumbing which seemed to be based nearby and who boasted that they did twenty-four hour callouts. Reasoning that they could only be as cheap or expensive as the rest of the alphabet I gave them a call and spoke to a receptionist who seemed to be caring enough and unfussed that it was Saturday morning. She warned me to expect the bill to be a minimum of a hundred dollars by the time the leak was found and repaired, depending on the cost of parts. But not much more than that, she told me, based on my description of the situation. "These things are usually solved pretty quickly," she assured me with what I assumed was blithe marketing confidence. But she promised that someone would be out within the hour. I hoped with that sort of service, the problem could be solved pretty quickly and we could get back to our weekend. So assuming that I had everything under control, I went back to the weekend paper. I merely had to wait and it would all be solved.Sure enough the sort of van you would expect your local plumber to drive pulled into my driveway about forty-five minutes later. It clearly advertised it was Advanced Plumbing which gave me some immediate relief, like the problem was already solved.I went to the window in time to see a tallish and shapely blonde woman get out of the van's driver's side. She appeared to be by herself. And indeed she was. She wore short shorts and the company issue hi-viz top which suggested to me even from my distance that she had a bust worth my attention.She knocked on the door and I immediately answered, greeting this woman from Advanced Plumbing with her bright, open face framed by a mane of blonde hair along with the rest of her readily apparent attributes down to her long tanned legs."You're Henry with the plumbing problem," she announced."You're a;” I started, hoping that she wasn't put off by how I stared, examining her.“plumber," she helpfully concluded for me. "Is there a problem? I thought we worked out everything on the phone? If I can have a look at your leak?"I remembered to let her into the house. "Ah, you were the receptionist?" I asked somewhat surprised."Well, I answer the phone." She smiled. "I'm May. And I am a certified plumber. I realize that it can be a bit difficult for you old people.""Old? I'm forty-four." This impertinence was not acceptable and could not be let go without some level of correction."Oh I am sorry," May smiled while clearly looking me over, "I thought you were older. Now if you let me, I'll have a look at your plumbing and see if I can get your waterworks operating right again." She gave me a salacious smile with that as I led her to the kitchen.There would be a reckoning for that too, I thought, but later. A reckoning after we got my immediate problem solved. I guessed that June was busy out in our back garden, so I would have to think ahead if I was going to get my revenge on May while keeping June in the dark about anything that went on.I sat at the kitchen table and started to scroll through my phone as May got down on her knees to look under the sink. I looked over at her at just the right moment. Her head was in the cabinet thing right under the sink as her shorts stretched enticingly over her bottom. Since she was there and I was here I could make a close inspection of what was before me. Suddenly May turned around to me."What are you doing?" she snapped.I smiled. "Keeping an eye on you. Health and safety and all of that." Which in a sense was true. You don't leave someone in that position by themselves. It's in all the safety manuals. I explained that to May and she shook her head and smiled in a way that seemed agreeable and enticing. I felt a stirring in my pants in response. May went back to looking for the problem, so I adjusted my cock which had started to grow, getting a little uncomfortable in my pants from all the watching. I also switched my ...
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  • The Shagging Centaur Inn

    The Shagging Centaur Inn
    Jan 15 2026
    The Shagging Centaur Inn A mature tavern owner charms a wandering minstrel. Based on a post by LindseyLuv. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Servicing a serviceman. Julia could still taste the cum in her mouth. Smiling, she kept wiping down the counter, moving the dirty rag in her hand in tight circles across the polished wood. It had been a bit reckless of her, to leave the bar unattended. But what could she do? It's not every day a strapping young soldier, fresh from the front, comes into your bar; and compliments your appearance. She simply had to thank him. After all; he s keeping the homeland free of marauders, and colonizers. And what could be better thanks for this gorgeous bloke, than a quick and messy blowjob, in the storeroom; while all his soldier friends wait at the table, none the wiser? The look on his face, when she'd taken his hand, and led him behind the bar; had been priceless! But not as priceless as his face, when she closed the storeroom door, and dropped to her knees. After the shock had worn off, he'd been quite a gentleman. Now gasping politely as she worked her lips up and down his shaft, never once cursing, or pulling her hair. Not that she minded when men did that, but it was nice to meet a guy with manners, every once in a while. Even if he had unloaded close to a gallon of semen into her mouth, when he finally came. Julia checked the bodice of her Bavarian Dirndl, making sure the copious jizz hadn t dibbled onto her impressive cleavage, or the straining cotton lacing that heaved her bulging tits, such that they perpetually threatened to pour out of the low d colletage. Bavarian women knew a thing or two about the power of tits to charm a virile man. Julia s beautiful body was the unspoken mascot of the Inn. Mention the Shagging Centaur to any traveler of the isle, and they would all harken back to the vision of Julia s wonderful cleavage. She ran her tongue around her mouth again. A bit bitter, but as come went, not too bad. At least he tasted better than some of the other men she'd blown behind the bar. She hoped he'd come back soon. Some nights her pussy ached for a reaming. Tonight her nipples were craving a man s massage. They pressed hard outward, on the stout fibers of the white blouse Julia chuckled to herself. Gawd, she was bad. But she did it so well. And after all, didn't people always say that the best thing you can do in life, is to bring joy to everyone you meet? And if there was one thing Julia was good at, it was bringing joy to people. Sometimes several times a night. The truth was, Julia loved what she did. Watching someone cum, gave her a sense of supreme satisfaction, whether it was on her, in her, or just because of her. She'd never forget the time she finished a man off, just by whispering into his ear. She couldn't believe it when she heard him start to groan, and watched as his cock twitched, shooting out jet after jet of sticky white semen all over his muffling hands, and dripping down his legs. It made her feel so sexy to know men lusted after her. And while she had to admit, she was occasionally guilty of leading them on; she always made sure to give them at least a little satisfaction. Honestly, if she wasn't the proprietor and sole employee of the Shagging Centaur, she probably would have been sacked years ago, with the number of men she'd dragged upstairs after hours. One of the perks of being the landlady. Looking up as she wiped down the varnished wood countertop, Julia's eyes scanned across the bar, taking in the few patrons she had, sat around tables, drinking from tankards and talking amongst themselves. It was likely to be a quiet night. She sighed. Ah well, she'd already had her fun. No need to get cock-greedy. Reminiscing with the Dwarf. Of the people in the bar, Julia knew most of them already. In the enchanted Isle of Galbriath; Hollydour was a small town. And the Shagging Centaur was its only real tavern, which meant as the proprietor and barmaid, very few people slipped past her. Looking out across the bar, she saw a variety of familiar faces, humans, dwarves, and even the occasional half-ling as well. Off to the side, near the fire, two old men sat in comfortable silence, each nursing a glass of brandy. Towards the door, a group of young hussies, probably no more than eighteen; giggled amongst themselves, happily. All around her, the common folk of the town sat, enjoying the calm atmosphere, after a hard day s work in the fields. That was the other reason Julia loved working here. After her long life of excitement and adventure, it was nice to live and let live; in a place as peaceful as Hollydour. Sure, the occasional passionate liaison certainly spiced things up a bit, but for the most part, she was content to live at a slower pace. After all, there was more than one way to satisfy people, and most of the time a hot meal, cold drink, and warm fire were all they needed. Julia was happy to provide. Her Inn offered a ...
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