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Birthday Dessertbased on a post by Fugman; narrated by Andrew;Welcome To Connected Podcast By Fugman. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected. It was Lexi's birthday and like every other year, I had some big plans to show her just how much I love her. I try to outdo myself every year, but this year, things went a different way, more exciting, and I didn't even know how much was going to change between us. [[MORE]] I told her to put on her favorite dress, we have reservations to a favorite place. I love the way the material of that dress clings to every curve, exposes the right amount of cleavage, yes, she is really sexy, I have to try to control myself for now. At least until we get home, "I have a huge surprise for you," I said with a grin. She giggled, "huge?" I smile back, "yes ma'am!" No hints, just the wild thoughts go through her head, "you know I like to go above and beyond the year before." We finally arrived home, and I bring Lexi into the bedroom and I sat her gently on the edge of the bed and whispered softly in her ear; "trust me?" You nodded and I kissed your neck. I grabbed the blindfold and placed it on her head, sliding it down until her sexy eyes were covered. "Are you ready for your surprise?" Again her sheepish nod, not knowing exactly what is about to happen. I slowly remove the dress and smile when I realized no underwear of any kind, she was already completely naked. "Hands at your sides," I instructed. She reached up and grabbed me around my neck and pulled me towards her for a kiss. "No ma'am, you are to follow my instructions and do as you are told!" I commanded. I did like the reaction, as I noticed you took a deep breath in, as I watch your breasts heave up and down. "Hold your arms out straight in front of you," I said sternly. She felt my body come between her arms, "don't close your arms until I tell you." I grabbed her by her wrists and closed them around me, The click of the handcuffs and excitement builds in her naked body. "Stay still, do not move until you are told to," I turned around facing her, "okay, stick your tongue out and open your mouth." She did as she was instructed and realize that it is not me between her arms, it is a woman and Lexi's tongue just sent shockwaves up her body. A moan escaped her lips as her tongue finds her sweet opening. She is already wet, and her aroma fills Lexi's nose as her hands grab this woman's ass and pull her closer. I watched as things started stirring in me. My woman's lips and tongue sliding up higher to circle her clit. With a head full of hair, she pulled Lexi's pretty face into her. Her head titled back as she thrust her crotch closer. I can tell that Lexi's juices have already started dripping down her legs and onto the bed. "Stop now!," I said, as she continued her attach on this woman. "I said stop, you will follow my instructions and do as you are told." Reluctantly, she pulled away as I encourage her to turn around. Then I pushed Lexi's face towards her exposed ass. "Stick your tongue out Lexi," I ordered. Of course at this point Lexi realized it was a major turn on to be told what to do. She buried her wet tongue between her cheeks and pushed it gently into her hole. She reached back and grabbed hair and pulled Lexi further into her. "Oh my god, yes!" She screamed. "Quiet" I yelled. Lexi grabbed this woman's hips and pulled her close as her tongue moved in and out. I could see she was getting close with Lexi's tongue buried deep inside of her backside, "Stop right now." Lexi did as she was told, and even though they both wanted for her to finish, each of them knew other things were coming, other incredible things. I helped her out of Lexi's outstretched handcuffed arms and put her on the bed. Close enough to watch the next steamy situation. I climbed in between Lexi's still open arms, "stick out your tongue," I said again. The tip of her tongue touches the tip of my erection. Her mouth opened up to accept me as I pulled her head towa

Village reunion turns steamy, fueled by erotic river sighting. by Kuntry yute. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. The rain burst out of nowhere, as it usually does. One minute the afternoon was bright and sunny, then the sun just disappeared behind a big dark cloud and the rain cut loose. No one was in the house but me, with Mama off to see her church sister. The rain was heavy. You could see it in the fat drops and the fast-moving muddy streams that turned the yard into a small riverbed. But the best part for me was the pounding on the zinc roof, as if the rain was playing a whole heap of kette drums at the same time. The wind picked up at times, lashing the large banana leaves into a crazy dance, like big, awkward hands flapping to the heavy rain drops. I watched and listened, content inside the warm, dry house. It was a good mood, like I could roll with the energy and rhythm and dance to my heart’s content, or get a sheet and curl up in the big couch, to just rest or doze off. I had something else in mind though, and the first real buzz of anticipation and excitement coursed through my body, leaving me tingling and warming up all over, especially down in my belly bottom and my nipples. The sensation cooled off a bit as I thought about Mama coming home sooner than expected. She had almost caught me once, and I was saved only by the fact that she had left her keys and had to call me to open the door. She had her keys now, and the rain would mask any sound of her approach. But I wasn’t going to be denied. This moment was too good to waste. The living room had a big window that looked out on the yard and provided a full view of anyone approaching, as long as the curtain was not fully drawn. I could enjoy the comfort of the love seat and keep an eye out for Mama; all I needed to do was turn it around to face the yard. I easily flipped the couch around, nervous excitement overtaking my senses and body as I imagined the delights just seconds away. I quickly washed my hands in the bathroom, pulled a couple items from my drawer and hustled back to the living room. I started opening the curtains and recoiled in shock and irritation. Someone – looks like a man - was out there in the rain, splashing up on the verandah and depositing a rickety black umbrella in a corner before knocking on the door. The umbrella was useless, on account of all the water he was busy brushing off his arms and legs. I stashed my items under the couch seat and opened the door, intent on quickly dealing with him and getting to my pleasure. “Hi Cherry” he greeted after a slight pause, surprised uncertainty in his eyes as he brushed a few droplets from his face. I figured he was expecting to see Mama instead of me. “Tony, right?” I responded with a smile. “Yes,” he said, grinning suddenly at me from his rain-wet face. My irritation was dissolving rapidly as I looked him over. I had glimpsed him three nights ago, the first time since he had left for university two years ago. Many people didn’t go to university from this village, and people talked about him a lot, including his mother who couldn’t stop boasting about her bright son. It was annoying, especially for someone like me that didn’t make it to university. I wasn’t annoyed now though. He was short and stocky when we were kids. He wasn’t tall now, just medium height, about two inches taller than my five foot eight. The stocky look was still there, but more athletic, like he was a sprinter or one of those American football players. As a boy his father used to give him bad haircuts, and it worsened the look of his face which was already ordinary with the flat nose and large, almost bulging eyes. Nobody would call him handsome now, but he had grown up well, sporting a clean shaved head, with eyes that were sharp and intelligent looking, and a face that was strong and hard, like a thick chunk of cured pimento wood. His eyes moved quickly, up and down, just as I had done.

based on a post by Fugman; narrated by Andrew;Welcome To Connected Podcast By Fugman. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected. I've never considered it, never gave it a second thought, I can't be that guy. When I met her, I wasn't thinking straight. I've heard the stories, seen the fantasy in movies, but I never dreamed that I would experience it in my lifetime. When she first walked into the bar, I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She was gorgeous, sexy, full of confidence, and she was headed right towards me. She knew she looked good and she was betting somebody would turn their head towards her. I just thought I was the lucky guy that she decided she wanted to go home with. This was going to be a whole new experience for me, one that I would never forget. She introduced herself as Shelly, and she was in a killer red dress that made her curves that much more deadly. She was gorgeous and she had a body that needed to be worshipped, and I was ready to do just that. I bought this beauty a drink and we made small talk for a little while. Then she whispered in my ear, "come on, I have a room next door, let's go!" Who was I to argue with her, she was eager and willing, and I wasn't going to turn her down. I settled the bill and she grabbed my arm and led me out of the bar and to the motel next door. She handed me the key and I unlocked the door and let us in. She jumped into the bed, laid down and motioned me to come over. I just about jumped on top of her, which I'm not so sure she wouldn't have enjoyed. I laid down next to her and started kissing her. I kissed her lips, her neck and into her cleavage that has been on display all night. I pulled down the strap of her dress and was met with an erect nipple staring at me in the face. I surrounded it with my lips and sucked gently, then licked the tip. She moaned her approval as she helped me out of my own shirt. Once I was shirtless, she did the same to me, only she bit down a little hard on my nipple. I reached around her and unzipped her dress, she sat up and removed her arms from the holes and laid back down topless. She had perfectly round tips with large nipples poking out, just begging to be sucked on. I felt her hand massaging the front of my pants, she was eager to get into them and grab my rock hard member. In a moment, she had my pants unzipped and her hand was fishing around to touch my bare skin. She unbuckled my belt and I lifted my ass long enough to remove my pants completely. She smiled at me and took a firm grasp of my manhood. I laid back on the bed as she played, first her hands, then her mouth and tongue played with me. Every aspect of this woman was incredible as she expertly took control and forced my hardness down her throat. She took me all in and gagged a little, she released me long enough to get another breath, then straight back down, engulfing my hardness inside of her mouth completely. When she was all the way down, I felt a tickle in my jewels and realized that her tongue was licking me. A second later, she needed another breath and I was released for a second before she went right back down. I was in heaven, she was well versed on how to pleasure, and I laid back and enjoyed every second of it. In and out of her mouth I went, teasing the back of her throat as she got into it more and more. Her head bounced on me, over and over, again and again I slid between her lips. She was relentless and eager to get me to finish off in her mouth. At this pace, I wasn't going to last much longer, and she must have felt it to. She went into overdrive as she picked up the pace and added more suction, she was literally trying to suck an eruption out if me. I was just about there when I felt her hand tighten around the base of my hardness. She kept a tight grip as she continued her work on me. Just as I was about to hit my peak she released her tight grip and I shot deep into her mouth. She swallowed every drop of me and licked her lips. She stood up and remo

Jemima provides Davy with kinky new insights into female sexuality.By Big galute. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories."Davy if I could, I would marry you at this very moment.""Don't mock me.""I'm not, I'm serious."I didn't answer, finally realizing that I was stuck on a boat in the middle of the ocean with an insane woman. "I don't know about God but I do know about the church and the clergy that tell us about sins of the flesh, many of the clergy are the biggest sinners amongst us." I stayed silent but knew that I'd heard many men on the river saying the same thing."Why can our bodies do such things? Why does it feel so wonderful when we do? Surely humans are designed to enjoy sex in whichever way they want?"I couldn't think of any answers to Jemi's words but still thought she was insane."I know that I have a high spirit and enjoy doing the things society tells me I mustn't, but that's not because I am bad but rather because I am free and should be allowed to make up my own mind. All the men I have ever been introduced to, have been vain, shallow, or stupid; sometimes all three."I listened to her profound words, but she wasn’t yet done; "In a different situation we may never have met, or if we did we would not have spoken. But you are different from them, we are stuck on this little boat but you are sweetest, most sincere man I have ever met. I also sense a wild free-spirit inside you, longing to get out."Any doubts I had about Jemi's sincerity disappeared as she kissed me, a soft, gentle, loving kiss. We molded together as Jemi nuzzled her head into my chest and placed her leg across me, causing me to harden and grow and causing Jemi to giggle."I love you, and I love your tallywacker." She said before falling asleep.I awoke to the early morning sun and to Jemi sitting upright and smiling down at me, "Is it always that engorged in the mornings?" She asked, her eyes roving down my body and her smile widening, the mischievous glint back in her eye."Sometimes.""I've been staring at it for ages, it twitches and moves and you sometimes touch it in your sleep."She placed her hand to my forehead and laughed, "Good, no fever. Your face is so red I wondered."I went to sit up but Jemi gently pushed me back down, "Lay still, I want to study it awhile."I could have refused and insisted that we got busy with the sail but I was getting use to Jemi and knew there was no point."My friend Imogen says her husband's is short and fat, with a rather musty, unpleasant smell." "Yours appears to be long and fat and I could detect no unpleasant smells." Seeing my puzzled look, Jemi said, "I smelt it whilst you were asleep. Actually it was quite fascinating, I blew on it and it twitched. The bulbous gland at the top appears to be the most sensitive, the thick shaft less so."Laying there listening to my beautiful angel ruminate about my appendage was exhilarating and highly arousing and I knew that I wished it always to be so, I also knew that we needed to get sailing if we were to have any chance of survival."I think we should hoist our sail." I suggested, changing the subject."You're probably right." Jemi went quiet and I think I detected a new glow to her cheeks. "Imogen says that when her husband emits semen in the morning he is far more productive and it assuages any foul humor he may have." "Would you like to emit some semen?"I nodded, unable to refuse. "Teach me how, so I would know how best to do it." Jemi said.I wanted to ask what else Imogen had said but dared not, instead telling Jemi; “I just wrap my fingers around it and pull back & forth, Like you did last night." She thought about this for a while before asking, "Do you think of things when you do it?""Sometimes, last night was the first time anyone else has ever done it for me and I didn't need to think of anything.""I like the name tallywacker but for the purposes of my studies I will think of it as a penis, when you make love to me it c

An extra hand comes in handy. based on a post by Fugman; narrated by Andrew;Welcome To Connected PodcastBy Fugman. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected. My wife and I decided we were going to do something to spice things up in the bedroom. We decided to start writing down our fantasies that we haven't experienced yet, and let the other read them. So far, some of the fantasies aren't easy to fulfill without some planning, but we enjoyed the thoughts, the conversations and the steaminess that the letters brought to our conversations, and even just talking about it, has things getting hotter in the bedroom. Some were easier to fulfill and we've brought some of them to a hot reality. This is an open letter to my wife about one of my unrealized fantasy. [[MORE]] For the longest time I have had this fantasy, it keeps entering my mind and I so much want for it to happen. It's one of those incredible fantasies that I've had in my mind forever, but I have not experienced it yet. I wake up early and as usual, I'm already standing tall and hard. I try to deny the urge, but my hand is constantly finding its way to my hardness for a stroke or two. I look over to you and I hear your light snore, and I see your face, eyes closed and I decided to play. I'm getting warmer as my hand pumps up and down and I have to push the blanket off of me. The fan cools my skin quickly but the heat building up below is working against me. I tease the ridge going around the head of my erection and imagine that it is your tongue, your warm mouth teasing me, pleasing me. I push my underwear down and expose myself completely to the cool air in the room. My hand slowly working up and down my shaft, finger sliding in the wetness that is forming on the very tip of me. The more I play, the harder I get, the longer I get. I tickle my testicles as my other hand strokes my shaft, oh how I wish you would take over. I close my eyes as I continue torturing myself, stroking slowly up and down, building up the pressure. My hands feel good, but I really want yours to be on me, teasing, tormenting and carrying me closer to climax. With thoughts in my head of you, my hands working on my tool, I'm getting there. My eyes closed tightly as I'm enjoying my imagination of you taking over my entire body. Suddenly I feel your mouth wrap around the end of my tool, your warm mouth surrounding me as you slowly engulf my erection. I opened my eyes and connected with you as you licked and took my entire length down your throat. My eyes closed again as my head fell back and I enjoyed thoroughly your special treatment. I've always loved your mouth and what you do to me, and you were working me expertly as usual. The more you worked, the closer I was getting to finishing, and I had other plans. I pushed you away from my erection and rolled you over onto your back. I kissed you deeply before my lips travelled down to your neck. I pulled your tank top down to expose your nipples and I swirled my tongue around each one leaving them wet with my saliva. I blew gently on each nipple to dry them, and each one of them became hard and stood straight up. I pinched them each and moved further down your body. I grabbed your thighs and moved them open, I pushed your panties to the side and stroked your opening with my finger, you are already wet. I slid my finger up and down, coating my finger and making your breathing more shallow. I placed my finger at your entrance as my mouth came in contact with your clit. I slid my finger inside as my mouth surrounded you and gently sucked, getting a soft moan out of you. I sucked harder as my fingers slid in and out of your wetness. By the time I slid my fingers out of you they were soaked in your excitement. I have always loved the taste of you, and I wanted more, I moved my tongue around and then down into your wetness. My finger and tongue exchanged places as my tongue darted inside, my fingers stroked your button. Teasing it, swirling around as my

Two virgin shipwreck survivors share a lifeboat and a few more discoveries in the Victorian-eraBy Big galute. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. "Man the lifeboats! Abandon ship! Abandon ship!" We had been at sea for ten days when the storm hit, our splendid vessel battered and broken into no more than firewood, all the passengers and crew seemingly lost.I came to, my legs dangling in the water and my arms and upper body atop some flotsam timbers. The sea around me was calm, with small pieces of wreckage everywhere. I tried to look around, the throbbing pain in my head and the low morning sun making it hard to focus; no one to be seen, just me. I pulled myself up onto the driftwood, too tired to think, my mind too blurred to do anything other than curl up and sleep.Davy, Davy Arthur that's me, eighteen years old and on my first ship. I'd grown up by the Thames, my father worked on the tugs but died when I was young. It was in my blood and I'd always dreamt of being at sea, then my mother died and I got a job as a stoker on the SS Cadwallader, sailing to the new world. In other words, I assisted in tending the boiler furnace for this steam ship named for a Welsh king from centuries ago.The several months I spent shoveling coal into the furnace, reduced my once-stocky six foot frame by more than 2 inches around my waistline."Hello, Hello. Are you okay there, are you alive?"I tried to follow the voice, a ladies voice, young and a bit wispy & screechy as she shouted out to me, "Hello, I'm over here, can you see me?" I slowly turned my head and body to the left, maybe 3 rods away from me was a small wooden life boat, a damsel frantically waving her arms at me. I managed to raise one arm to let her know I was alive and she started to paddle with one oar, the boat turning sideways rather than towards me, then I think I passed out again."Hello, are you alright, can you move?" The voice was much closer now, kind and posh, like the ladies I had sometimes overheard in coming out of tearooms in London. The boat was now less than a fathom from me but I felt hardly able to move, all my strength needed to perch up on one elbow."I'll hold out the oar, see if you can grab it." The wispy voice directed.I used my free arm to grab it, then held on for dear life and found myself getting right up to the starboard, till a soft hand grasped my wrist. "You'll have to help me, I can't pull you in by myself. Can you get onto your knees?"I did as she said, and rolled up over the rail, then plonked myself onto the small lifeboat, almost tipping us as I did so. "Oh you poor thing, you're all cuts and bruises." As she said this she supported my head and offered water to my lips, "Drink slowly in case you get sick." Consciousness was a fleeting state, and I could not decipher reality from delirious dreams.I looked up at her pale lips and beautiful green eyes and wondered if she were an angel and I was dead; my thoughts slipping as my eyes closed; the ripping of material and my angel saying "We must cover you from the sun." being the last sounds I heard.I felt a wet cloth on my forehead and heard soothing words being spoken, the smiling face of my ‘angel’ looking down at me as I opened my eyes."Hello again." Came her pleasant greeting.  I think I smiled back and then tried to sit up"Take it easy, let me help you." She offered. I felt the wonderful softness of her body against mine as she set me upright.The spinning in my head slowed as I tried to focus and clear the fog in my brain; shipwreck, lifeboat, angel. "Do you remember going overboard and the ship sinking?" My angel asked.I shook my head, in the affirmative. "I think you must have banged your head pretty badly’” she assessed. “You have a nasty bruise on the side of it."I put my hand up and felt the tender area above my ear. "I think you have what Professor Gower refers to as a concussion, are you familiar with Professor Gower's work." I again shook my hea