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 Explicit short stories of intimacy and passion.2003-2022 Hygiene & Healthy Living Social Sciences
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  • Kosher Virgins Share A Sabbath Tryst

    Kosher Virgins Share A Sabbath Tryst
    Jul 14 2025
    A Shy Jewish Teen’s Very First Time By nutmegman - Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.In 1981, I was a good Jewish lad, living in a little town in Western Massachusetts. I was still in high school and had just turned 19 in my senior year. I was very, very shy while growing up. I didn’t really expand my friends much in high school. I was super quiet and extremely shy. I barely spoke to any girls, except for Carrie. She was in my Temple USY (Jewish religious youth group) and a little younger than me at 18. Carrie helped me overcome my shyness with her when we were very little, so that we remained close friends and spoke almost daily on the phone throughout our teen years.We would talk after school on most days. She was also dating my best friend. So I’d see her over at his house and at USY activities. Somehow, I was usually squished up next to her in car pools. She’d whisper something in my ear on those moments, and get me smiling, and I’d shush her so her boyfriend, Howie, didn’t catch on. She was just 5 foot & a cute girl with dark shoulder length hair, big eyes, really cute face and body; and huge boobs, really. I was actually more interested in her older sister who was a year older than me and was less curvy. Big boobs were okay, But I wasn’t obsessed with huge boobs, but Howie was. Howie was entranced by them. He spoke about those huge boobs all the time, more than the personality inside. And Carrie knew that, but she still stayed dating him. And so it went with Howie telling me he was dying to get to her tits & twat, and how she was going to be his first. Then, with Carrie talking to me at other times, she was telling me what Howie wanted to do to her, and how she wasn’t ready, and that he was pressuring her. Then she told me she went on the pill with her mother’s permission to be extra safe even though a condom was going to be used if & when Carrie did have sex. Nothing happened between them, yet. Howie had been pushing for about 2 months and was getting aggravated in his wait. Time was passing. A bit about Jewish views on fornication: Unlike Christian teaching that all sex outside a marriage is clearly a serious sin, Jews are taught to make a reasonable effort to follow the religious law. Once a Jew believes he’s tried to do his best, he doesn’t feel shame for ‘falling short’, spiritually. He met his obligation. A few weeks after the start of our senior year, I told Carrie that I was going to have the house to myself from Friday afternoon through Sunday late afternoon on a September weekend. My parents were taking my sister to a friend’s home in Salem for the weekend and they were spending the weekend in Rockport. The house was mine to relax in. I only told Carrie. See, I wasn’t a partier, which my parents knew, so they weren’t worried about that. They also left me the other car as I had earned my driver’s license a few months prior. Carrie suddenly loved the idea that I was going to be alone and she wanted to join me for the weekend. I said; “No because Howie would kill me”. But she concocted a plan with a girlfriend of hers who lived just a few streets away. Howie evidently thought she was having an ‘all girl weekend’. He figured he wouldn’t see her at synagogue, either. Sabbath Night Late Friday afternoon, about 5 minutes after my folks were gone, & before I knew what was going on, Carrie was ringing the doorbell with a backpack of clothes in her hand. I let her in and she grabbed me in a big hug. Okay, this was getting interesting. I was kind of shocked by the hug, but I gently hugged her back. Having her so close to me, gave me an instant erection that I hoped she did not detect. Her first words to me were; “I’m starving, what’s for dinner?” I ordered a pizza and it was delivered. I had been cutting lawns and doing odd jobs and had money and always paid my own way. Carrie’s family was wealthy (by my standards) and she didn’t work other than the odd babysitting job, and had a nice allowance each week. While we were waiting for the pizza, I showed her my sister’s room and put her bag in it. We made sure she was not visible when the pizza came, as I knew the delivery person. She went up and changed into some flannel pj's and came back down. I had to admit, she looked good and snugly. She told me to go up and change into my pj’s, which I did. The pizza was consumed and we went and watched TV. 1981 was before cable TV (as we know it today) and we only had over-the-air TV. We watched whatever was on. I sat in my usual spot on the couch and much to my extreme surprise, Carrie came & sat right next to me. We started chatting, just like we always did on the phone, but in person. Talking about everything we always did. Only this time she told me how she; “took Howie’s ‘thing’ in her mouth and it exploded”. She gave me much more detail than I ever would have wanted, and was very thankful that it was dark in the...
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  • Prude Wife Becomes Celebrated Nude Model

    Prude Wife Becomes Celebrated Nude Model
    Jul 13 2025
    Her suppressed seductive countenance finally melds with her stunning body. By PickFiction- Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Dana Berry blushes whenever her stunning body & looks are commented upon. The daughter of an accomplished fashion model, her genes may get a lot of the credit for such attractiveness. But there never was less of an exhibitionist in the western world (save for the cloistered nuns). But here she stands in Wendy Proctor’s front entry, with a dilemma. Her proud husband, Luke; an able young executive, Had bought two very expensive and daring dresses for her, and informed her of two upcoming social events they were to attend.Wendy greeted Dana and saw the concern on Dana’s face. “Luke bought two new dresses for me, and, not surprisingly, they could use some small alterations.” “Did you bring them with you?” Wendy asked, knowing what the answer would be. “Of course,” Dana answered, hurrying to her car and quickly back with a shopping bag that held the dresses. “Luke picked it out, and when I said no, he bought it. I tried to tell him, but he wasn’t listening,” Dana sounded a little depressed and defeated. “This dress has a neckline that meets the waistline,” Wendy observed. "I know, and I’m not sure why he wants people to see more of my … ugh, skin.” “I believe that skin is called tits,” Wendy said as Dana rolled her eyes. “Maybe he’s just proud of you.” “I suppose,” She took the dress from Wendy and pulled it on over her head. "Well?” “You should really have your bra off to model that one,” Wendy giggled. “I’m not going out with half of my breasts exposed. You know how I hate to show, well, my body, I guess. Can you sew something in there then to kind of hide most of my boobs?” “I could, but what’s Luke going to say?” “I’ll deal with that. I can give him … Well, you can guess,” The red was now on Dana’s cheeks and moving down her neck. Dana carefully unfolded the other dress, obviously much longer and more formal than the red one with the plunging neckline. It was a beautiful gold color. Dana pulled off the red dress and slipped into the gold one. "Good lord,” Declared Wendy. “Dana, when do they award the Miss America crown?” “It is pretty stunning, isn’t it?” "It is, particularly with your bra strap crossing the bare-to-below-the-waist back.” “That’s part of the problem,” Dana said. “And speaking of leg,” Wendy whistled "Never had a dress with a split clear to my waist,” Dana had a futile look on her face. "So, with this one, you wouldn’t be wearing a bra.” Dana rolled her eyes. “And probably little thong panties as well.” “Don’t even think that,” Dana gasped. “Well, take your bra off, and let’s see how it looks.” “Wendy, I can’t do that. People will know I’m not wearing a bra,” Dana looked almost horrified at that thought. Wendy sighed. "Walk over and look at yourself in the mirror. Just look; no thoughts of what you’re showing and how much skin is visible. Just look.” “It’s for the Christmas party,” Dana said resignedly. “It would be a travesty to alter that dress even a little bit.” “Wendy, I don’t know if I can do it,” Dana said, in agony. "Well, Christmas is a long way off, and I suspect you’ll have talked yourself into it by then. What’s the red one for?” “There’s a fancy dinner for Luke’s company in about two months. Ugh.” “We’ll work on it, and I’ve got an idea that may help,” Wendy assured Dana. "Okay, here’s what I’ve come up with. Hear me out before you decide anything. I have a little surprise for you,” Wendy paused and smiled. "Besides being a seamstress, I’m also an artist of sorts. I did it when I was in high school and first year of college. Then I got too busy and just stopped. I’ve kind of picked it up again, and Max has encouraged me, and, well, that’s where I’m beginning with you.” Dana looked puzzled, “Come with me. We’ve turned the garage into my studio,” She led Dana through the house and into the garage. It was filled with canvases, both full and empty. "Wow, you’ve been working,” Dana said, looking around at the many paintings both hanging and leaning. “Here’s the one I finally finished,” she said, leading Dana around the big easel. Dana stopped suddenly, eyes wide and hand to mouth as she stared at the painting. “That’s your Max,” she said quietly. “Sure is, and I’m really proud of it.” “Should you be showing me this?” Dana asked, afraid to look at her. “You mean because he’s naked? He doesn’t mind. He’s proud of my artwork.” Dana stared. He was certainly naked. She marveled at the painting. It looked almost like a photograph, but if she looked carefully, she could see brushstrokes. She couldn’t believe Wendy was showing her this. Dana finally found the courage to look at her best friend, who was smiling. “Max just posed...
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  • An Unexpected Match: Part 2

    An Unexpected Match: Part 2
    Jul 12 2025
    Taking It To The Bedroom By Dansilver. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Martin swallowed hard and gazed at Lori as she flashed a wicked grin at him. He wondered how he had got here. What had led him from fostering a fantasy which he had no inclination was ever going to come to fruition, to the pleasure filled evening which had, in Lori's estimation, only just begun. Part of him could not wait to take things further. To plumb the hidden depths of Lori's sexuality. He was already intoxicated by her wantonness, by the dirty side to this pristine well ordered woman who he had enjoyed getting to know at their tennis classes over the weeks.But bubbling underneath this desire to explore further was a persistent insecurity. Martin's sexual experience and repertoire were extremely limited. Previous to her passing he had been faithful to his wife Jenny for the entirety of their 26 years of marriage. However, despite the usual torrid beginning to a relationship, their lovemaking had eventually become predictable and comfortable. He already knew that Lori was so much more adventurous and he was concerned about his perceived limitations, especially now he had already come. Lori was sitting, half naked on the couch in front of him, her petite breasts exposed to his gaze, her nipples standing erect. In the last 15 minutes he had felt a raw passion awaken that he had never experienced with his wife. A door which had remained shut for years was now open, and Lori was inviting him to walk further through it. Yet Martin was hesitant. Hesitant because of his lack of experience - would it be obvious to Lori? Would she judge him negatively for it? And hesitant because he honestly didn't know whether he the sexual stamina that he had in his youth. He was over 50 now and even though he sometimes would masturbate at night to bring sleep to him, he didn't know whether he could get hard again any time soon. His orgasm, which had overwhelmed him whilst his cock was in Lori's warm mouth, had been powerful but now, even though his heart was still beating fast, his cock drooped against his leg, a string of his come still seeping out and pooling on his thigh. "So, what do you think old man? Got any more where that came from?" Lori said, her eyes glancing down at the puddle of semen on his leg. "Sure.." Martin stuttered. "But it might take me a while to recover..." His face flushed red and a mixture of excitement and embarrassment flowed through him. Lori giggled. "Don't worry - it will be 'new balls' in no time at all." Martin chuckled at the joke which had put him more at ease. "Shall we go to the bedroom? There's more space than on this couch which will give us a few more options." Lori grinned. "Sure. Let's do it." Martin said, committing himself in faith that his ageing body wouldn't let him down. The alternative was to make a lame excuse to leave - something he knew he would end up regretting for a very long time. Lori stood up, took him by the hand and led him upstairs and through an oak doorway into her room. As Martin glanced around he noticed that it followed the same neat, ordered and clean style that the rest of Lori's house had. In the centre of the room was a large, king sized bed decked in pure white linen sheets. Thirty minutes ago Martin would have surmised that it perfectly reflected Lori's personality - but he now knew that underneath the demure, controlled exterior was a wild, passionate and raw spirit which was only too eager to emerge. Lori sat on the bed, her tennis skirt and panties still in place, but otherwise naked. Martin sat alongside, facing her, fully unclothed and feeling somewhat exposed and vulnerable during this interlude. "Ok, I have an idea." Lori smiled. "You said you wished you had been a fly on the wall when I was playing with myself. And right now I'm feeling incredibly horny, I have to tell you. So....why don't you pretend you're that fly and see how long it takes you to come buzzing over here and join me? Martin gulped. Did she mean what he thought she meant? Even the slightest inkling of what Lori was suggesting sent a pulse of life through his previously dormant cock. It didn't take long before the confirmation came. Lori reached over and opened the oak drawer of her bedside cabinet, pulling out a sleek plum coloured vibrator which was slightly curved with a silver band around the middle. She threw herself back on the bed, her head resting against a white linen pillow and drew her knees up and apart, displaying her white tennis panties which were now visibly stained with her juices from their earlier passion. A new darker patch had begun to form due to her current excited state. Lori pressed the white button underneath the silver band and a low buzzing sound began to be heard from her toy. She pressed the vibrating wand against her pussy and immediately let out a gasp of pleasure as Martin stared in awe at the scene before him. Lori's eyes, full of fire, were fixed on Martin's ...
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