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<p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="https://steamy-stories-blog.tumblr.com/post/812527591367065600/daring-alicia-part-4">steamy-stories-blog</a>:</p><blockquote><h2>The Conclusion</h2><p>By <a href="https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1106479&page=submissions">PaulStevens</a>. Listen to <a href="https://archive.org/download/summer-2023_202306/DaringAliciaPart4.mp3">the Podcast</a> at <a href="https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories">Steamy Stories</a>.</p><div class="npf_row"><figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="720" data-orig-width="720"><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/cd5c37e21a491f52d51f47b515660807/6e2a31a77e368e39-b5/s640x960/507ab94495f12b176c8763630aa9afb93250c360.jpg" data-orig-height="720" data-orig-width="720" srcset="https://64.media.tumblr.com/cd5c37e21a491f52d51f47b515660807/6e2a31a77e368e39-b5/s75x75_c1/00b2c62e8b2d67af25514837557036de154dfe0f.jpg 75w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/cd5c37e21a491f52d51f47b515660807/6e2a31a77e368e39-b5/s100x200/a3ad8b51b0e1c4e285bc9d0db847178cecc7bd55.jpg 100w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/cd5c37e21a491f52d51f47b515660807/6e2a31a77e368e39-b5/s250x400/7b2db7f2edacd0af35c48f208df27595d300e3d2.jpg 250w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/cd5c37e21a491f52d51f47b515660807/6e2a31a77e368e39-b5/s400x600/7947a60c3680acff26f74acb4ab3c802e756ed87.jpg 400w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/cd5c37e21a491f52d51f47b515660807/6e2a31a77e368e39-b5/s500x750/19183ce5e46c5ca53360d4d84059d940eb93bde1.jpg 500w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/cd5c37e21a491f52d51f47b515660807/6e2a31a77e368e39-b5/s540x810/a8d0455a3b4dfb64bc575c0e58014423a98a3e45.jpg 540w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/cd5c37e21a491f52d51f47b515660807/6e2a31a77e368e39-b5/s640x960/507ab94495f12b176c8763630aa9afb93250c360.jpg 640w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/cd5c37e21a491f52d51f47b515660807/6e2a31a77e368e39-b5/s1280x1920/62e6168018a7226028b211bbb708dd52434210a4.jpg 720w" sizes="(max-width: 720px) 100vw, 720px"/></figure></div><p>The next morning, however, was not as peaceful or loving; that coldness had returned. She had said too much again and clamped up. After a tense flight he dropped her off and before she got out of the car he asked, “So where do we go from here?” Alicia was silent and couldn’t bring herself to look at him, it was obvious to him that she herself could not figure out what she wanted. He knew that the battle between her feelings for him and her fear of being hurt had to be intense. His feelings on the matter were no less as he, was on one hand so certain they loved each other that he’d be willing to wait forever for her, but on the other how long should he wait? Would she ever be ready? Ever ready to move past what Joe had done to her? A few hours ago he thought she had, but now, he was not so sure that was ever possible.</p><p><a class="tmblr-truncated-link read_more" href="https://steamy-stories-blog.tumblr.com/post/812527591367065600/daring-alicia-part-4">Keep reading</a></p></blockquote>

<p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="https://steamy-stories-blog.tumblr.com/post/812437052157247488/daring-alicia-part-3">steamy-stories-blog</a>:</p><blockquote><h2>Not So Musical Tents</h2><p>By <a href="https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1106479&page=submissions">PaulStevens</a>. Listen to <a href="https://archive.org/download/summer-2023_202306/DaringAliciaPart3.mp3">the Podcast</a> at <a href="https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories">Steamy Stories</a>.</p><div class="npf_row"><figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="720" data-orig-width="720"><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/104b046b61715716c14eee5096664a32/56f54a433d394408-ea/s640x960/1a1873eb776dba0964961aed7e63adea5fae6de3.jpg" data-orig-height="720" data-orig-width="720" srcset="https://64.media.tumblr.com/104b046b61715716c14eee5096664a32/56f54a433d394408-ea/s75x75_c1/f106cb653bc11b95bdb2f5a15bc8604f8a5146bc.jpg 75w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/104b046b61715716c14eee5096664a32/56f54a433d394408-ea/s100x200/6d4c6242a5482a0ad752ecd8c2e279346a61d0a6.jpg 100w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/104b046b61715716c14eee5096664a32/56f54a433d394408-ea/s250x400/1df0db6d833fe9dc1673fc733ee8eafc7f8380b3.jpg 250w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/104b046b61715716c14eee5096664a32/56f54a433d394408-ea/s400x600/2fa1d465e03fd4c77eb3eeaac577abae0f91af09.jpg 400w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/104b046b61715716c14eee5096664a32/56f54a433d394408-ea/s500x750/cc534e04f72b5ebffa147974c3393b46a519aaa2.jpg 500w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/104b046b61715716c14eee5096664a32/56f54a433d394408-ea/s540x810/106d0de4374b3dfec94f563d530228c2a3f616bf.jpg 540w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/104b046b61715716c14eee5096664a32/56f54a433d394408-ea/s640x960/1a1873eb776dba0964961aed7e63adea5fae6de3.jpg 640w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/104b046b61715716c14eee5096664a32/56f54a433d394408-ea/s1280x1920/968b9e90dc0cc826df743fff8144b48425f76ca4.jpg 720w" sizes="(max-width: 720px) 100vw, 720px"/></figure></div><p>The next morning what transpired could best be described as chaos as it seemed that for one reason or the other the other three couples had not had an exactly enjoyable first night. Frankly Jeremy was surprised everyone was able to put aside their differences to eat that morning’s pancakes. However, once breakfast was finished hostility again rose.</p><p>Beth was angry at Sam for trying to have sex with her the night before. Something Jeremy was surprised to learn they hadn’t done yet despite months of dating. Amber and Ryan’ tent had flooded and each blamed the other. Amber was more upset for being dragged along. Finally the normally rock-steady Tim and Erin were having a disagreement about calling home. Erin was clearly concerned about the baby and wanted to check in. Tim thought she was nuts and stated the phone wasn’t working anyway.</p><p><a class="tmblr-truncated-link read_more" href="https://steamy-stories-blog.tumblr.com/post/812437052157247488/daring-alicia-part-3">Keep reading</a></p></blockquote>

<p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="https://steamy-stories-blog.tumblr.com/post/812346533936758784/daring-alicia-part-2">steamy-stories-blog</a>:</p><blockquote><h2>Social Bartering</h2><p>By <a href="https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1106479&page=submissions">PaulStevens</a>. Listen to <a href="https://archive.org/download/summer-2023_202306/DaringAliciaPart2.mp3">the Podcast</a> at <a href="https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories">Steamy Stories</a>.</p><div class="npf_row"><figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="720" data-orig-width="720"><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/519086993076d8059c2738c6440fa197/942022d7d56e0ca0-c4/s640x960/efdc670f06df8c93cef273413ccbe717572ef851.jpg" data-orig-height="720" data-orig-width="720" srcset="https://64.media.tumblr.com/519086993076d8059c2738c6440fa197/942022d7d56e0ca0-c4/s75x75_c1/fa0182ace6d84fd6b2fcb7536a3878eb4c5982a2.jpg 75w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/519086993076d8059c2738c6440fa197/942022d7d56e0ca0-c4/s100x200/157d2f0ce5c13a5efcb21365eb5801500b5d6ad4.jpg 100w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/519086993076d8059c2738c6440fa197/942022d7d56e0ca0-c4/s250x400/938889037ed678b4848267ba5bcfb3db4c67c05a.jpg 250w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/519086993076d8059c2738c6440fa197/942022d7d56e0ca0-c4/s400x600/51f08a1d69a6934ad250081a0d6d8afa44542384.jpg 400w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/519086993076d8059c2738c6440fa197/942022d7d56e0ca0-c4/s500x750/4e362b4e90f34222e307ca8c8e9da030515607b1.jpg 500w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/519086993076d8059c2738c6440fa197/942022d7d56e0ca0-c4/s540x810/6029a48b1bb38d91334bb99fd90469eefaf8c6ac.jpg 540w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/519086993076d8059c2738c6440fa197/942022d7d56e0ca0-c4/s640x960/efdc670f06df8c93cef273413ccbe717572ef851.jpg 640w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/519086993076d8059c2738c6440fa197/942022d7d56e0ca0-c4/s1280x1920/edc93fb935a3609f383509caf459eb83e6062aa7.jpg 720w" sizes="(max-width: 720px) 100vw, 720px"/></figure></div><p>“Now that that is settled, I need something in return for going. I myself am in a social bind of sorts. You see I organized a guy’s camping trip with two of my friends awhile back. After talking with another of my friends I decided to invite him, too, which my friend Sam then took as a license to invite his girlfriend along. I should explain that Sam and Beth, his girlfriend, both live at home so he’s obviously doing this to get laid, but I digress. Anyway knowing I would object Sam told Tim, the other friend I originally invited, that Beth was coming so he should invite his wife Erin. They have a newborn and somehow got a sitter for the weekend so of course Erin is coming. Upon hearing that Beth and Erin were coming I had to tell Ryan, my third friend, that his fiancée Amber was invited and of course she is now also coming.</p><p><a class="tmblr-truncated-link read_more" href="https://steamy-stories-blog.tumblr.com/post/812346533936758784/daring-alicia-part-2">Keep reading</a></p></blockquote>

<p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="https://steamy-stories-blog.tumblr.com/post/812255991515185152/daring-alicia-part-1">steamy-stories-blog</a>:</p><blockquote><h2>Jeremy does something out of character, will it pay off?</h2><p>By <a href="https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1106479&page=submissions">PaulStevens</a>. Listen to <a href="https://archive.org/download/summer-2023_202306/DaringAliciaPart1.mp3">the Podcast</a> at <a href="https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories">Steamy Stories</a>.</p><div class="npf_row"><figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="720" data-orig-width="720"><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/6e63c68b3002ab717da1d63db0b4d7b1/e821dbcc8fb2280c-5d/s640x960/704cd286c13b1837db1afaebd19506af943e322e.jpg" data-orig-height="720" data-orig-width="720" srcset="https://64.media.tumblr.com/6e63c68b3002ab717da1d63db0b4d7b1/e821dbcc8fb2280c-5d/s75x75_c1/847b52697654a526ff3dc07749425b1f84c25a37.jpg 75w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/6e63c68b3002ab717da1d63db0b4d7b1/e821dbcc8fb2280c-5d/s100x200/67d58b5ac55446f67ff605ce3ae97901b44eeb74.jpg 100w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/6e63c68b3002ab717da1d63db0b4d7b1/e821dbcc8fb2280c-5d/s250x400/a7d75cf670055130d45e6dea46588c5bbb475629.jpg 250w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/6e63c68b3002ab717da1d63db0b4d7b1/e821dbcc8fb2280c-5d/s400x600/fa36153eb3bfc003f2fcef4407d16a80a9d1c650.jpg 400w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/6e63c68b3002ab717da1d63db0b4d7b1/e821dbcc8fb2280c-5d/s500x750/75c62bc3f5ba0b8328c8a433685421790ae87d58.jpg 500w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/6e63c68b3002ab717da1d63db0b4d7b1/e821dbcc8fb2280c-5d/s540x810/b8f89fd0557aa96ec72f8149b503990181004c00.jpg 540w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/6e63c68b3002ab717da1d63db0b4d7b1/e821dbcc8fb2280c-5d/s640x960/704cd286c13b1837db1afaebd19506af943e322e.jpg 640w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/6e63c68b3002ab717da1d63db0b4d7b1/e821dbcc8fb2280c-5d/s1280x1920/a39f9fb4b4a45950a7ac445e1c4e91e9c06f3fd8.jpg 720w" sizes="(max-width: 720px) 100vw, 720px"/></figure></div><p>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.</p><p>“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.</p><p><a class="tmblr-truncated-link read_more" href="https://steamy-stories-blog.tumblr.com/post/812255991515185152/daring-alicia-part-1">Keep reading</a></p></blockquote>

<p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="https://steamy-stories-blog.tumblr.com/post/812165170365399040/april-fools-sex-pranks-part-2">steamy-stories-blog</a>:</p><blockquote><h2>Tied up, blindfolded, and being ridden.</h2><p>By <a href="https://www.literotica.com/authors/TruthwithaTwist/works/stories">TruthWithaTwist</a>. Listen to <a href="https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/AprilFoolsSexPranks2.mp3">the Podcast</a> at <a href="https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories">Steamy Stories</a>.</p><div class="npf_row"><figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="534" data-orig-width="540"><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/7e848d74b2dd11de13e601d6ce20d905/22bcb1c1b51aec17-79/s640x960/9959cac70716be1844b4043d45ee213cd48f74a9.jpg" data-orig-height="534" data-orig-width="540" srcset="https://64.media.tumblr.com/7e848d74b2dd11de13e601d6ce20d905/22bcb1c1b51aec17-79/s75x75_c1/d23336d68019146b2672e12e2cfa9286afd26c86.jpg 75w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/7e848d74b2dd11de13e601d6ce20d905/22bcb1c1b51aec17-79/s100x200/c9b99fcb59892f539a6c3fa172afc7b1ea284890.jpg 100w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/7e848d74b2dd11de13e601d6ce20d905/22bcb1c1b51aec17-79/s250x400/338829c212b375abe0cd06aaaac2b9f250358aee.jpg 250w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/7e848d74b2dd11de13e601d6ce20d905/22bcb1c1b51aec17-79/s400x600/37c0372d530e02ad83de43019a584533c2516bce.jpg 400w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/7e848d74b2dd11de13e601d6ce20d905/22bcb1c1b51aec17-79/s500x750/3fd52444ff274c65040cdbc59cd6aa9fea5e0e79.jpg 500w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/7e848d74b2dd11de13e601d6ce20d905/22bcb1c1b51aec17-79/s540x810/a9d99f98fbab1fe4b1641c89dbb96842c5cf9e06.jpg 540w" sizes="(max-width: 540px) 100vw, 540px"/></figure></div><p>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.</p><p>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.</p><p><a class="tmblr-truncated-link read_more" href="https://steamy-stories-blog.tumblr.com/post/812165170365399040/april-fools-sex-pranks-part-2">Keep reading</a></p></blockquote>

<p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="https://steamy-stories-blog.tumblr.com/post/812109112736350208/april-fools-sex-pranks-part-1">steamy-stories-blog</a>:</p><blockquote><h2>My girlfriend and her sister play dueling practical jokes on me.</h2><p>By <a href="https://www.literotica.com/authors/TruthwithaTwist/works/stories">TruthWithaTwist</a>. Listen to <a href="https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/AprilFoolsSexPranks1.mp3">the Podcast</a> at <a href="https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories">Steamy Stories</a>.</p><div class="npf_row"><figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="534" data-orig-width="540"><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/7e848d74b2dd11de13e601d6ce20d905/7ae0f875a33e98da-df/s640x960/cdd4bf8474b9cc9fe5c662af1b3817cdb677bc77.jpg" data-orig-height="534" data-orig-width="540" srcset="https://64.media.tumblr.com/7e848d74b2dd11de13e601d6ce20d905/7ae0f875a33e98da-df/s75x75_c1/322f5d4945150166b24f733aa10b2423e0ddc5f4.jpg 75w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/7e848d74b2dd11de13e601d6ce20d905/7ae0f875a33e98da-df/s100x200/369801456debb5cfcba103bf00c179f526e7c697.jpg 100w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/7e848d74b2dd11de13e601d6ce20d905/7ae0f875a33e98da-df/s250x400/ae8958890f927b5dea44cd27e550cb2891b400fa.jpg 250w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/7e848d74b2dd11de13e601d6ce20d905/7ae0f875a33e98da-df/s400x600/2e7e34d9709e51e539c7b9a8233448cfc0cbbe53.jpg 400w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/7e848d74b2dd11de13e601d6ce20d905/7ae0f875a33e98da-df/s500x750/67bf9fd3773130eb4216888f9349082d224b6e26.jpg 500w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/7e848d74b2dd11de13e601d6ce20d905/7ae0f875a33e98da-df/s540x810/416af905d61f8419a9c06b57fbb7b3c7e54eef11.jpg 540w" sizes="(max-width: 540px) 100vw, 540px"/></figure></div><p>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.</p><p><a class="tmblr-truncated-link read_more" href="https://steamy-stories-blog.tumblr.com/post/812109112736350208/april-fools-sex-pranks-part-1">Keep reading</a></p></blockquote>

<h1>Preparing For Tuesday’s Cunnilingus Class.</h1><p>By <a href="https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=6048530&page=submissions">Quinn_McMullen</a>. Listen to <a href="https://archive.org/download/summer-2023_202306/MySexualityClassLabPartnerPart2.mp3">the Podcast</a> at <a href="https://feeds.feedburner.com/Steamy-Stories">Steamy Stories</a>.</p><div class="npf_row"><figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="1262" data-orig-width="1280"><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/d6d7f7381107da9604f745d114a184d2/e11e343525b3ed88-91/s640x960/dd8a375d156d90fec8ec900d5712db956fdbd04a.jpg" data-orig-height="1262" data-orig-width="1280" srcset="https://64.media.tumblr.com/d6d7f7381107da9604f745d114a184d2/e11e343525b3ed88-91/s75x75_c1/f50a7e5bdd6f57c95cb6fe3224a971454f64de85.jpg 75w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/d6d7f7381107da9604f745d114a184d2/e11e343525b3ed88-91/s100x200/1f39e641aeec72140211966e9fa6a90cb2c21f1e.jpg 100w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/d6d7f7381107da9604f745d114a184d2/e11e343525b3ed88-91/s250x400/9bc5828ea526ccfade19f4672e12fd0c268bf8c4.jpg 250w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/d6d7f7381107da9604f745d114a184d2/e11e343525b3ed88-91/s400x600/8513e3ada65e092323df055ea22a74de513653a7.jpg 400w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/d6d7f7381107da9604f745d114a184d2/e11e343525b3ed88-91/s500x750/f3aee06d23e43c65a48e935d9c7a86fe1b1f2ad1.jpg 500w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/d6d7f7381107da9604f745d114a184d2/e11e343525b3ed88-91/s540x810/a04de3ac8cdf88161efdb360ddf86fcb5575a90d.jpg 540w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/d6d7f7381107da9604f745d114a184d2/e11e343525b3ed88-91/s640x960/dd8a375d156d90fec8ec900d5712db956fdbd04a.jpg 640w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/d6d7f7381107da9604f745d114a184d2/e11e343525b3ed88-91/s1280x1920/42660f0e72ea9d772b6687604bdf69e25b615534.jpg 1280w" sizes="(max-width: 1280px) 100vw, 1280px"/></figure></div><p><b>Story Recap</b></p><p>I’m Dan, a senior majoring in mechanical engineering. I needed two general education requirements to complete my degree, at a university in the Chicago area. It’s a cold January, on campus. I was able to enroll in an English literature class and Dr. Martin’s Sociology 369 Human Sexuality course, for the second semester.</p><p>On the first day of class, we learned about male and female orgasms. Dr. Martin allowed students to submit a standard analysis and reading notes or to provide an alternative assignment. The first alternative assignment was to masturbate either alone or with an observer and report on our experience.</p><p>Hannah, a coed was sitting in class next to me. I asked to be her partner. While we were trying to get comfortable with one another, we ended up having sex.</p><!-- more --><h2><b>Dinner</b></h2><p>As I sat with Hannah at dinner, I had so many questions I wanted to ask her, but she started off.</p><p>She looked me in the eye, “So you’re what? Twenty two? Twenty three?</p><p>"Twenty two.”</p><p>“I’m twenty one. So, I have to say that I am not normally that aggressive. I don’t know what came over me.”</p><p>“I thought it was wonderful.”</p><p>Hannah nodded, “I’m sure you did, but I’m not sure what happened. I had every intention in the world of sitting there with you, reading until dinner. And then.” She averted her gaze, then looked back into my eyes, “Then I just wanted you. I can’t explain it. I’ve never started anything with a guy before. It has always been the guy coming on to me.”</p><p>“I really didn’t mind. It was definitely a gift. Guys often leave a gal frustrated because they can’t work up the nerve to initiate things. Especially when the gal is as gorgeous as you.”</p><p>Hannah reached out and touched my hand, "Ah, thanks! Dan, it’s okay. I guess I’m just trying to understand my actions. It was so out of character for me.”</p><p>“Maybe you’re comfortable with me. I hope, anyway?”</p><p>She laughed, “Undoubtedly. You’re a really nice guy.” She released my hand, “No, more than that. I know we just met, but I feel like you care about me as a person. I just hope that by being the initiator, I haven’t made you not like me.”</p><p>“Hannah, I would never think that. You are self-confident, that’s all. You’re very respectful and sensitive. You weren’t pushy at all.”</p><p>“See, that’s the thing. I’ve never really been all that self

<h1>Dan enrolls in a sexual sociology class.</h1><p>By <a href="https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=6048530&page=submissions">Quinn_McMullen</a>. Listen to <a href="https://archive.org/download/summer-2023_202306/MySexualityClassLabPartnerPart1.mp3">the ►Podcast</a> at <a href="https://feeds.feedburner.com/Steamy-Stories">Steamy Stories</a>.</p><div class="npf_row"><figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="1262" data-orig-width="1280"><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/ea85cc45a0bd9ab2b237df4399adf715/92a772dd6634da40-f0/s640x960/e45baa465dbe14466b91119ab7e881e5350ecd16.jpg" data-orig-height="1262" data-orig-width="1280" srcset="https://64.media.tumblr.com/ea85cc45a0bd9ab2b237df4399adf715/92a772dd6634da40-f0/s75x75_c1/6b7ca3eab3c0c6b59ff7707e97e7888dbc5b092f.jpg 75w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/ea85cc45a0bd9ab2b237df4399adf715/92a772dd6634da40-f0/s100x200/a18072b2a55d89926ad91128ecd2497ef31316d2.jpg 100w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/ea85cc45a0bd9ab2b237df4399adf715/92a772dd6634da40-f0/s250x400/b9e6f0d3b8e959e2f84772055a6e500d3c9595de.jpg 250w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/ea85cc45a0bd9ab2b237df4399adf715/92a772dd6634da40-f0/s400x600/0061e04d1219b5ee30650249db55f423aaa08490.jpg 400w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/ea85cc45a0bd9ab2b237df4399adf715/92a772dd6634da40-f0/s500x750/895ae5c67c3353845f7bd2c9eb20a714825e0f80.jpg 500w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/ea85cc45a0bd9ab2b237df4399adf715/92a772dd6634da40-f0/s540x810/140ada02af29220bcb451607376be7b05fff4b2e.jpg 540w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/ea85cc45a0bd9ab2b237df4399adf715/92a772dd6634da40-f0/s640x960/e45baa465dbe14466b91119ab7e881e5350ecd16.jpg 640w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/ea85cc45a0bd9ab2b237df4399adf715/92a772dd6634da40-f0/s1280x1920/4c0e43e022770d1254c4a294a4adc8f6fbbf4222.jpg 1280w" sizes="(max-width: 1280px) 100vw, 1280px"/></figure></div><h2>Prologue:</h2><p><i>It was Chicago, in the mid 1980s. Those were very different times. Fashion and language were different. Technology was quite different. We didn’t have the internet, and cable television was just becoming widespread. Pubic hair was uncut & often not trimmed.. The only sexual fear for straight people was getting pregnant; and the pill mostly took care of that.</i></p><p>I was a senior and I needed both a literature class and social science class to complete my general education requirements to graduate. Because of my class standing, I was finally going to be able to register early in the cycle. I filled out several possible registration cards, and waited dutifully in the line. When I got to the registration window, I was pleasantly surprised to find that SOC 369 Human Sexuality was still open. I registered for the class and hoped it was everything the rumors made it out to be.</p><!-- more --><p>As the Spring Semester started, I tried to find out if I knew anyone in SOC 369. None of my engineering classmates were interested. And I was disappointed to find that none of my female friends had registered for it either. It had the potential to be less than fun. But I remembered the stories about the course lots of discussion of sex, sex, and sex. It couldn’t be that bad.</p><p>The class was scheduled for Tuesday and Thursday afternoons. The first class was on a Thursday and I arrived ten minutes early for the first class. The room was already packed. On the front desk were two piles of papers with a sign that said, “Take one of each.” One was the syllabus and the other was a list of assignments with details and due dates.</p><h2>Thursday Pre-Class</h2><p>I looked around the packed room and saw a seat next to a pretty blonde. “Is this seat taken?”</p><p>“It looks like it’s perfect for you." She chuckled.</p><p>I held out my hand, "Hi, I’m Dan.”</p><p>She smiled sweetly, “I’m Hannah.”</p><p>A woman in her forties entered the room and began walking around talking to students. I assumed this was the famous Dr. Miller. She was tall and thin with a nice figure. She was professionally dressed in a skirt, blouse, and blazer. The skirt came to just above the knee and showed some shapely, bare legs. She started working the room.</p><p>When she got to us, she said, “Hannah, good to see you again. Did you have a good winter break?”</p><p>“I did Dr. Miller.”</p><p>Dr. Miller turned to me and extended her hand, “A new person in my class.”</p><p>I stuck out my hand, “Pleased to meet you Dr. Miller. Dan McDevitt.”</p><p>“A senior. Mechanical engineering m

<h1>A choice, a trap, and a necklace.</h1><p>By <a href="https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1238044&page=submissions">HectorBidon</a>. Listen to <a href="https://archive.org/download/summer-2023_202306/MaidenVoyagePart2.mp3">the ►Podcast</a> at <a href="https://feeds.feedburner.com/Steamy-Stories">Steamy Stories</a>.</p><div class="npf_row"><figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="1072" data-orig-width="1072"><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/c02edef6585aea50115b2249c68d12a7/b02223caee7442f6-55/s640x960/5fc75720174fcf4aa90a3dec89191c91ffdf6228.jpg" data-orig-height="1072" data-orig-width="1072" srcset="https://64.media.tumblr.com/c02edef6585aea50115b2249c68d12a7/b02223caee7442f6-55/s75x75_c1/af72dba7ad2a8ed74ee3bcdb7f8e9951fc149ac3.jpg 75w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/c02edef6585aea50115b2249c68d12a7/b02223caee7442f6-55/s100x200/52ee6d86a62d8ab5bac3991a17da91331cd4a73a.jpg 100w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/c02edef6585aea50115b2249c68d12a7/b02223caee7442f6-55/s250x400/3e2d894f66956e2cd5ef0605f56db3b03d4b35cc.jpg 250w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/c02edef6585aea50115b2249c68d12a7/b02223caee7442f6-55/s400x600/466824fd7a8c87d79ecaf76e62cc9443efbfdb9c.jpg 400w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/c02edef6585aea50115b2249c68d12a7/b02223caee7442f6-55/s500x750/7440519c2f8a2faa961e659b950a617ffcc03f6d.jpg 500w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/c02edef6585aea50115b2249c68d12a7/b02223caee7442f6-55/s540x810/9be0283355c3931bc103b0d96027b4b9e07fc3e2.jpg 540w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/c02edef6585aea50115b2249c68d12a7/b02223caee7442f6-55/s640x960/5fc75720174fcf4aa90a3dec89191c91ffdf6228.jpg 640w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/c02edef6585aea50115b2249c68d12a7/b02223caee7442f6-55/s1280x1920/b124b02800870075eca2faa69054add8d7ff7fa6.jpg 1072w" sizes="(max-width: 1072px) 100vw, 1072px"/></figure></div><p>The next morning’s sun found its way in through our porthole once again. We had sorted ourselves out somewhat during the night. I was on my side, tangled in a bit of sheet. She was on her side, tangled in a bit of blanket. I could just make out the pale tan lines on her bottom and her back.</p><p>We’d become cabin buddies of a different order. At the Jack-and-Ciara level. That’s probably what most people would have assumed all along, but I certainly hadn’t, and I didn’t think that she had either.</p><p>And yet, here we were.</p><p>I waited a while for her to wake up, but she didn’t. So I finally got up myself.</p><!-- more --><p>We’d just passed through the entrance in the seawall at Ensenada and were coming up to our docking site. The pilot, or maybe it was the captain himself, was standing on a little deck that jutted out from the side of the ship to joy-stick our massive vessel precisely up to the pier.</p><p>Molly was still in bed when I got back. She smiled and went to the bathroom, a little embarrassed to be still naked while I was already dressed. Her pubic hair, I noticed, was trim and attractive.</p><p>She came out wearing a towel and had her coffee. We checked the day’s schedule. She was delighted to discover that they’d transferred Mrs. Pendergast’s excursion ticket to me.</p><p>A little later that morning we went ashore. It was a strange sensation, stepping off the gangway into a foreign country. Somehow I expected every little thing to be different and exotic, but the first thing we encountered, sprouting up through a crack in the pavement, was a little tuft of grass. Nothing exotic at all, just plain old grass.</p><p>Our excursion van was heralded by a woman with a clipboard, a younger, more boisterous, Mexican Denise. There were three other couples in our group and a single unaccompanied woman about Ciara’s age. I took a seat next to the window with Molly beside me with the unaccompanied woman next to her. Her name was Meryl. This was her first real vacation since her divorce. She was really excited to be having such an adventure.</p><p>We drove through the streets of Ensenada, our guide giving us a bit of local color in her prettily accented English. The scene was at once familiar and strange: traffic and lane markings and stop lights just exactly like at home, but unintelligible store signs in unlikely colors painted directly on pastel stucco walls. Beyond the city were dusty, cactus-strewn hills not unlike the Catalina hinterland.</p><p>Our destination was a site called the Bufadora, a cleft in the rocky sea cliff where ocean waves sent up enormous geyser-like sprays. The sprays were so high that we got wet even at our vantage point fifty feet above the water.</p><p>The path back from the observation point was lined with gaudy souvenir shops, like the

<h1>Strangers forced to share a cabin on a cruise ship.</h1><p>By <a href="https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1238044&page=submissions">HectorBidon</a>. Listen to <a href="https://archive.org/download/summer-2023_202306/MaidenVoyagePart1.mp3">the ►Podcast</a> at <a href="https://feeds.feedburner.com/Steamy-Stories">Steamy Stories</a>.</p><div class="npf_row"><figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="937" data-orig-width="984"><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/20c04ee41dae35717323284f63bf6027/1b8f26825acd6fce-2a/s640x960/d8d78b839dfec067da5ed30dd71bf123526d92b4.jpg" data-orig-height="937" data-orig-width="984" srcset="https://64.media.tumblr.com/20c04ee41dae35717323284f63bf6027/1b8f26825acd6fce-2a/s75x75_c1/eeacbd9ce1ce0eec57719242ba515519c04eae0c.jpg 75w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/20c04ee41dae35717323284f63bf6027/1b8f26825acd6fce-2a/s100x200/1a01622457fdbf7a1dbdac4ec37f998042e16695.jpg 100w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/20c04ee41dae35717323284f63bf6027/1b8f26825acd6fce-2a/s250x400/6e0910b22dc1fc51bdd3f119a487dd728118ba99.jpg 250w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/20c04ee41dae35717323284f63bf6027/1b8f26825acd6fce-2a/s400x600/1c96359630d78068bf190794608987cb6aa1c7a9.jpg 400w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/20c04ee41dae35717323284f63bf6027/1b8f26825acd6fce-2a/s500x750/665aad3dbc633cc0f8add6c0601c2e319c24a178.jpg 500w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/20c04ee41dae35717323284f63bf6027/1b8f26825acd6fce-2a/s540x810/82a6698bfc36df8bc2eecd81bb49bed114ad4f29.jpg 540w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/20c04ee41dae35717323284f63bf6027/1b8f26825acd6fce-2a/s640x960/d8d78b839dfec067da5ed30dd71bf123526d92b4.jpg 640w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/20c04ee41dae35717323284f63bf6027/1b8f26825acd6fce-2a/s1280x1920/7369cae7839996d39e0f4afecba0bd72a4490505.jpg 984w" sizes="(max-width: 984px) 100vw, 984px"/></figure></div><p>The waiting area outside the Long Beach cruise terminal was abuzz with bright new outfits and happy chatter. It was enough to make even the most reserved introvert start to feel a bit of excitement.</p><p>I was standing with Jack and Ciara, two regulars of the social group. Jack was tall and rugged, something to do with landscaping; Ciara tall and willowy, worked in an office of some sort. They weren’t an official couple, as far as I knew, but they seemed to have hooked up for the New Year s Pacific cruise. That was sort of the way the group worked. Thirty somethings, mostly divorced, intent on maintaining the hard playing lifestyle of their twenties, looking for like-minded dating partners to do it with.</p><p>Jack was explaining the different cruise drink payment plans. I smiled politely and nodded, thinking how different from theirs my life would be when I got to be their age.</p><!-- more --><p>Denise bustled up in a pretty pastel pantsuit with her clipboard in her hand. She was a travel agent and the mother hen of the group, forty-something and no longer trying so hard to pretend she was any younger. She d put together this group and made a nice extra income for her troubles.</p><p>“Hector,” she said, ushering me a step aside, “I’m afraid there’s been a mix up with your reservation. Somehow your single cabin didn’t show up on the final printout.” She gave me a concerned look. “They’re working on it,, but we may have to double you up with someone.”</p><p>This came as a bit of a rude surprise. One of the only reasons I’d finally agreed to come on the cruise in the first place had been her assurance that I’d be able to have a single. It wasn’t that I was antisocial really, but I had my limits.</p><p>“You know Mrs. Pendergast, don’t you?”</p><p>Mrs. Pendergast was an older woman, well into her sixties. She wasn’t a regular member of the group, but it amused her sometimes to hang with a younger crowd. The group let her tag along to some of their events. I was going to have to share a room with Mrs. Pendergast?</p><p>“Apparently she got sick and had to cancel at the last minute. So we have an opening. She was sharing a room with, ah;” she double checked her forms; “a Ms. Crenshaw. I don’t know her, but I’m sure she’s very nice. It’s a double room, and you know how it is on a cruise. You don’t spend that much time in your room anyway.”</p><p>I didn’t even try to return her smile.</p><p>“They’re still working on your single, of course. I just wanted to let you know the fallback plan.”</p><p>Not only losing my single, but having to spend the cruise being polite to a

<h1>Nancy Pledges her passionate best for Mike.</h1><p>Based on a post by <a href="https://www.literotica.com/authors/m_storyman_x/works">m storyman x</a>, in 2 parts. <br/>Listen to <a href="https://archive.org/download/winter-short-stories/MrsClaussCookieTherapy2.mp3">the ►Podcast</a> at <a href="https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories">Steamy Stories</a>.</p><div class="npf_row"><figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="720" data-orig-width="720"><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/d62e81366b414d845f69ce42311a1acc/bd8bb08e6cb25ad9-31/s640x960/99c7e2d4633bbeed8c7477160c75e4ffe654be43.jpg" data-orig-height="720" data-orig-width="720" srcset="https://64.media.tumblr.com/d62e81366b414d845f69ce42311a1acc/bd8bb08e6cb25ad9-31/s75x75_c1/954d1f5dbee6ed1e809a2da3bc8ae444c9384d14.jpg 75w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/d62e81366b414d845f69ce42311a1acc/bd8bb08e6cb25ad9-31/s100x200/2d5a7f48b1866da193bec0b1551fe11b30471f54.jpg 100w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/d62e81366b414d845f69ce42311a1acc/bd8bb08e6cb25ad9-31/s250x400/c27358738d414d19a3b774654ebfe86c0db4f829.jpg 250w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/d62e81366b414d845f69ce42311a1acc/bd8bb08e6cb25ad9-31/s400x600/93e5b32154a6366848ddb26d17505e343d25ce7f.jpg 400w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/d62e81366b414d845f69ce42311a1acc/bd8bb08e6cb25ad9-31/s500x750/bcb95d3ac54ef95714edb6ecc233b91947505955.jpg 500w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/d62e81366b414d845f69ce42311a1acc/bd8bb08e6cb25ad9-31/s540x810/4c49b59f6aa35bcfe0f89e9e3e40490b5fe0f520.jpg 540w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/d62e81366b414d845f69ce42311a1acc/bd8bb08e6cb25ad9-31/s640x960/99c7e2d4633bbeed8c7477160c75e4ffe654be43.jpg 640w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/d62e81366b414d845f69ce42311a1acc/bd8bb08e6cb25ad9-31/s1280x1920/0d1920ecb0dd8d713d7d0a2eecdd852cd79168e1.jpg 720w" sizes="(max-width: 720px) 100vw, 720px"/></figure></div><p>I sat on the sofa staring out the back window and across the yard, wondering what they were talking about. A few minutes turned into half an hour, which turned into almost an hour. My curiosity finally got the best of me and I snuck down the hall as quietly as I could. I stopped at the door and listened, hoping to hear their conversation. But conversation was not what I heard. What I heard was soft gentle moaning. Two different sounds of moaning. I shook my head in confusion and pushed the door open silently, moving it ever so slowly so that the hinge, which occasionally squeaks, wouldn’t. I peeked around the door to the bed and stood there, staring.</p><p>No wonder I didn’t hear them talking. Linda was laying on the bed, as naked as she had been in the kitchen, with her feet on my pillow, her knees pushed wide. My wife on top, held herself on her hands and knees, equally naked, with her head between Linda’s legs, licking her cunt, while moaning in pleasure at Linda’s attentions to hers.</p><!-- more --><p>I stepped into the room and neither seemed to notice me at all. I watched the two of them making out, licking each other, driving the other toward climax. Was this why Nancy wasn’t interested in sex with me any longer? Was she getting it from Linda instead? I hadn’t ever known her to be interested in other women, at least not in that way. But it was hard to deny what I was seeing. It didn’t take my body long to respond to what I was seeing, my cock soon standing hard and rigid. Pointing up over the horizon, like an artillery cannon barrel.</p><p>No, if she was getting it from Linda, I was damn well going to make sure she understood what she was giving up. I stepped to the end of the bed, looking at my wife’s ass and cunt, held in the air by her knees, while Linda licked and played with her swollen clit. Linda saw me and smiled. She moved her hand from my wife’s ass and reached for my cock. She pulled me in toward her, pulling my engorged head toward both her mouth and my wife’s cunt. She aimed me right to my wife’s sopping wet lips and then used her other hand to reach around my ass and coaxed me into the ‘docking portal’. She’d stopped licking my wife and rubbed my engorged head up and down Nancy’s slit, wetting my mushroom with my wife’s juices.</p><p>I reached for my wife’s hips, making her jump slightly as she felt my big firm hands on her. She stiffened, almost as if she were going to refuse me, and then her stiffness faded as Linda rubbed my head around her lips a little harder, working it between her lips and into the entrance of her depths. My wife wiggled her hips side to side, much like she used to when she was inviting me to fuck her hot hole. I pushed toward her, forcing my engorged head slowly into her, spreading her hot wet vagina as I slipped ever so slowly into her.</p><p>“O

<h1>An aging couple gets a surprise gift from Mrs. Claus.</h1><p>Based on a post by <a href="https://www.literotica.com/authors/m_storyman_x/works">m storyman x</a>, in 2 parts. <br/>Listen to <a href="https://archive.org/download/winter-short-stories/MrsClaussCookieTherapy1.mp3">the ►Podcast</a> at <a href="https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories">Steamy Stories</a>.</p><div class="npf_row"><figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="720" data-orig-width="720"><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/2e213ab0f9f6c11a0a77b6a04002a78a/99f463974dbd1ef3-c4/s640x960/dbbb74a53eae49405b58cf5c255d240df3beeaa0.jpg" data-orig-height="720" data-orig-width="720" srcset="https://64.media.tumblr.com/2e213ab0f9f6c11a0a77b6a04002a78a/99f463974dbd1ef3-c4/s75x75_c1/48fce7258ac1c117dd422a7198b8f0b7c869827c.jpg 75w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/2e213ab0f9f6c11a0a77b6a04002a78a/99f463974dbd1ef3-c4/s100x200/62b65ffe69076a262a3ca0a58557ef097bebbbea.jpg 100w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/2e213ab0f9f6c11a0a77b6a04002a78a/99f463974dbd1ef3-c4/s250x400/ea53b1e219d75fba7b5ee710393790346a5c97dc.jpg 250w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/2e213ab0f9f6c11a0a77b6a04002a78a/99f463974dbd1ef3-c4/s400x600/fb4473e6a5ee23f1512c2984e6ca683b719181b2.jpg 400w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/2e213ab0f9f6c11a0a77b6a04002a78a/99f463974dbd1ef3-c4/s500x750/86f80e1295cd4a85e29c6ed9bfaee66a950c07fe.jpg 500w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/2e213ab0f9f6c11a0a77b6a04002a78a/99f463974dbd1ef3-c4/s540x810/6d201b033898709a5818c422ff339935be0a9eb4.jpg 540w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/2e213ab0f9f6c11a0a77b6a04002a78a/99f463974dbd1ef3-c4/s640x960/dbbb74a53eae49405b58cf5c255d240df3beeaa0.jpg 640w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/2e213ab0f9f6c11a0a77b6a04002a78a/99f463974dbd1ef3-c4/s1280x1920/2924b81f7968f505737a25f47418e15123d06819.jpg 720w" sizes="(max-width: 720px) 100vw, 720px"/></figure></div><p>I could hear Nancy, my wife, clinking the dishes in the kitchen as she unloaded the dishwasher. It was Christmas eve morning, and she was up and about before six. That meant only one thing as far as I was concerned, no Christmas sex this year, again. Not with the kids showing up this afternoon. I’ve found myself thinking back to the early years a lot more lately. You’d think that in my sixties, sex wouldn’t be a big deal anymore, but instead it seemed like my tolerance for her lack of desire or output was lower instead of better.</p><p>I closed my eyes again and thought back to our first Christmas together as man and wife. It was a small tree, and there weren’t many presents around it, but we gave each other the best present in the world that Christmas night. We made love under the tree, not once, but multiple times. Nine months later our first daughter was born. </p><!-- more --><p>All through our dating time she was sexually playful and we would have sex many ways and in lots of places. She never seemed bashful when she undressed for me, exposing her incredibly beautiful body. Hell, I never would have even tried to ask her out on a date if I hadn’t accidently spilled my drink all over her at McDonalds. She was way out of my class. She looked more like playboy model material than someone interested in a somewhat geeky college freshman.</p><p>To my surprise, she demanded that I take her out to make up for spilling the soda all over her. So I did. And again, and again. After half a dozen dates, I built up enough nerve to suggest we mess around while we were walking in the dark through the local park. She readily agreed and the two of us made love for the first time on a picnic table in the middle of a public park. It was the first of many times we made love, in private, in semi-public areas, in the river, in the lake, well, you get the idea. She was willing to do it anywhere I felt comfortable doing it with her. She never seemed to be able to get enough of our intimacy. And it was so much more than just sex. You could see it in her eyes. She loved what I was doing with her and she loved watching me climax along with her. It became almost a game with her, to hold it as long as possible before letting herself tumble over the edge, taking me with her. But it was for me, and only me. Once we started dating there was no one else, not even close male friends that would hug or anything. It wasn’t until I proposed that I learned I was the first man to have her that way.</p><p>We got married less than a year after spilling that soda on her, and we made love the first time as man and wife in the hot tub on the balcony of the bridal suite. Not one time, but twice before we finally tumbled into bed, exhausted from the day’s activities. The next months were fantastic. She seemed to delight in teasing me, skimpy or no underwear with short skirts, sexy lingerie, sometimes wearing things w

<h1>Single Women Seek Instruction In Fellatio Arts.</h1><p>Based on a post by <a href="https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1595106&page=submissions">TheDoctah</a>. Listen to <a href="https://archive.org/download/winter-short-stories/MarlenesAcademyOfFellatio.mp3">the ►Podcast</a> at <a href="https://feeds.feedburner.com/Steamy-Stories">Steamy Stories</a>.</p><div class="npf_row"><figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="700" data-orig-width="700"><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/3969c2f511afc2491e4a9a652acdd627/4273fe838b80122f-75/s640x960/9893c3ab4661c0b5e5a49a88645472c9950b7b69.jpg" data-orig-height="700" data-orig-width="700" srcset="https://64.media.tumblr.com/3969c2f511afc2491e4a9a652acdd627/4273fe838b80122f-75/s75x75_c1/d381cadb80850a0d222f241beca5f0f8cd67394a.jpg 75w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/3969c2f511afc2491e4a9a652acdd627/4273fe838b80122f-75/s100x200/1fac692fbe81c0fe259054fdbb18bcd711ba62d1.jpg 100w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/3969c2f511afc2491e4a9a652acdd627/4273fe838b80122f-75/s250x400/8c47f6cca60fcdae4ea34dd83bd8bd4ba1900c60.jpg 250w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/3969c2f511afc2491e4a9a652acdd627/4273fe838b80122f-75/s400x600/3278e8fb809d630185e8240c654a6d5110d67c9b.jpg 400w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/3969c2f511afc2491e4a9a652acdd627/4273fe838b80122f-75/s500x750/99594bdb397ad528afb9ccc234d4c4a5db631440.jpg 500w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/3969c2f511afc2491e4a9a652acdd627/4273fe838b80122f-75/s540x810/f88ac8676a1cc179743033ec726ccefc613915b4.jpg 540w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/3969c2f511afc2491e4a9a652acdd627/4273fe838b80122f-75/s640x960/9893c3ab4661c0b5e5a49a88645472c9950b7b69.jpg 640w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/3969c2f511afc2491e4a9a652acdd627/4273fe838b80122f-75/s1280x1920/6a722981c6e30b2897f058bdde8eef525fe0f1e0.jpg 700w" sizes="(max-width: 700px) 100vw, 700px"/></figure></div><p>We finished the wine bottle, well what else were we going to do with it? My wife’s straight-laced friends were getting giggly. The four of us had been having a good time.</p><p>“Spin The Bottle!” they shouted at once, before dissolving into giggles.</p><p>“You want to play spin the bottle,” I asked. “How’s that going to work? I notice that there are three women and one guy at this party, and the guy is married to one of the women. Or have you all gone gay all of a sudden?”</p><p>Marlene, my wife, spoke up. “No, honey, we have not gone gay. And I don’t want you having sex with these disreputable sluts, I mean, my best friends. But it’s true, you’re the only boy at the party.”</p><!-- more --><p>I looked at her two friends. Loraine was tall, a dishwater blond with a slim body, and Roxy. Roxy was a short, buxom Italian cutie who could not help flirting, no matter what.</p><p>“OK,” I said, “What’s the idea then?”</p><p>“Seven minutes of heaven,” Roxy interjected, and everybody took a sip and laughed.</p><p>“With me,” I wanted to make sure I was understanding this.</p><p>"Well duh,” Marlene said. “We already told you we’re not going gay. And you’re the only male person here.”</p><p>I gave her a sharp look. “And you’re okay with this,” I asked her.</p><p>"Sure,” she said. “It’s just a game. And I am pretty sure you’ll have a good time.” Understatement of the year. All three women were grinning at me. I asked, “How does this work?”</p><p>Roxy said; “whoever it points to, they go into the closet for seven minutes and do anything they want. Then they come out and somebody spins the bottle again.“</p><p>Marlene: "And since there’s one of you, just us girls will spin it, and see who goes in the closet with you.</p><p>Marlene & I have been married a long time, and I trust that Marlene, same as me, has not been with anybody else for years. Loraine and Roxy were two of my wife’s best friends. But I had never even flirted with either of them.</p><p>The ladies were seated on the floor. Marlene held the bottle dramatically out in the middle of their circle, looked at both her friends, and gave it a fast spin.</p><p>It stopped, pointing at Roxy. She’s not the shy type but you could see her take a big swallow.</p><p>"Well, Roxy.” my wife said. “You get seven minutes of heaven with Jacob.”</p><p>“Yeah,” Roxy said, “You’re sure this is okay?”</p><p>“Absolutely,” Marlene said. “But look, how about a rule? No fucking in there, okay?”</p><p>“Okay.” “Okay.” Loraine and Roxy said.</p><p>“Unless it’s me,” Marlene quipped, and they all giggled.</p><p>Roxy said, “Okay, here goes.”</p><p>Now in the hall closet, my ears were ringing, my hands were shaking, my dick was hard. And with Roxy. Are y

<h1>A World War 2 story of compassion, loyalty and love.</h1><p>By <a href="https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1395985&page=submissions">FinalStand</a>. Listen to <a href="https://archive.org/download/winter-short-stories/LoveTheMotherland.mp3">the ►Podcast</a> at <a href="https://feeds.feedburner.com/Steamy-Stories">Steamy Stories</a>.</p><div class="npf_row"><figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="745" data-orig-width="700"><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/19412e0a867e47c9a43c3ce564dda8ce/522b4edf4e89adb9-b1/s640x960/6d9d022f56a5503f1299bb7d7f05bc48774f16f2.jpg" data-orig-height="745" data-orig-width="700" srcset="https://64.media.tumblr.com/19412e0a867e47c9a43c3ce564dda8ce/522b4edf4e89adb9-b1/s75x75_c1/69809433a96b1722f78eeb463a98a4aadf298aa4.jpg 75w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/19412e0a867e47c9a43c3ce564dda8ce/522b4edf4e89adb9-b1/s100x200/90efe037e0cad71413e37dbc69634a31fc0dfe21.jpg 100w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/19412e0a867e47c9a43c3ce564dda8ce/522b4edf4e89adb9-b1/s250x400/3e0b46e05c8c8bf338e8d8efe8ed12f41f1870e9.jpg 250w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/19412e0a867e47c9a43c3ce564dda8ce/522b4edf4e89adb9-b1/s400x600/a2702ca4fda31fbe2aa8e622be7f08ea143dd702.jpg 400w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/19412e0a867e47c9a43c3ce564dda8ce/522b4edf4e89adb9-b1/s500x750/6036c8e9c7f59374f638ae09a853fdd1617420a0.jpg 500w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/19412e0a867e47c9a43c3ce564dda8ce/522b4edf4e89adb9-b1/s540x810/71cc12b71ba4a5673ae2313e9071271fce5cd9f0.jpg 540w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/19412e0a867e47c9a43c3ce564dda8ce/522b4edf4e89adb9-b1/s640x960/6d9d022f56a5503f1299bb7d7f05bc48774f16f2.jpg 640w, https://64.media.tumblr.com/19412e0a867e47c9a43c3ce564dda8ce/522b4edf4e89adb9-b1/s1280x1920/2268aa9d34f5cdfc0bf5f8abd96a6f2b963721c5.jpg 700w" sizes="(max-width: 700px) 100vw, 700px"/></figure></div><p><i>Both Men and Nations make ware, but only men make love.</i></p><p>Introduction: The Nazi Regime was evil; the German Army of the time, the Heer, did horrible things, but in the end armies are made up of ordinary men and this is a story of ordinary men in bad situations</p><h2>Two hours before sunset Day 1.</h2><p>Sergeant Heinz Klausenbach pressed himself through the waist deep snow toward the outpost of the neighboring 3rd Battalion. They sat on the extreme north of his own company’s position, if you could consider what was left of his command a company. Right now every one of his soldiers was praying to see New Year’s Day of 1942, and a prayer was about all they had. The German Wehrmacht was reeling from the massive Soviet Winter offensive and its very existence was in danger.</p><p>Heinz looked around, trying to get his bearings in the heavy snowfall. He was sure he should have crossed a sentry by now. He checked the bolt on his Mauser rifle; it still worked even in this terrible cold. He snuck up on a figure slumped against as tree. He had on a German helmet so Heinz tapped him and whispered.</p><!-- more --><p>“Hey, don’t let your officers find you asleep.” The man didn’t move. The Sergeant placed a gloved hand on the man’s shoulder and was immediately impressed with the cold emanating from him. It bit harder than the lethal winds. Heinz turned the man around and gasped. Even in the cloud-covered failing light the man was an icy blue. He was frozen solid.</p><p>Heinz didn’t want to think about how long the man had to have been out for this to happen. With a sense of dread he pressed on to the last known location of the battalion HQ. He soon came across more frozen corpses. Some looked like they’d died in their sleeps but a few had this look of horror on their faces, as if something had overtaken them.</p><p>The German came upon the edge of the encampment and slowed down. Nothing seemed to stir in the camp. Heinz endeavored to make it to the battalion radio and relate this disaster. His entire regiment’s position was compromised and it was worth his life to save his comrades. As he rounded the main tent and headed for the entrance he found a woman in bare-feet standing over a small clump of frozen men.</p><p>She had on a loose white gown, cinched at the waist by a black rope. Her skin was alabaster, her hair was waist long, black and seemed to billow about the woman; her lips were a ruddy blue as were her eyes, and her breath came in deep, labored puffs.</p><p>“Comrade,” he called out softly in German.</p><p>The woman turned to face him fully. She was clearly very close to freezing to death. With a moment’s hesitation he leant his rifle against the closest tree and tore off his great coat. Steam wafted off his body and the cold i