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 Explicit short stories of intimacy and passion.2003-2022 Hygiene & Healthy Living Social Sciences
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  • The Picnic Blanket

    The Picnic Blanket
    Jun 30 2025
    Two guys, two girls, a camping picnic on the beach. By Cybotic. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. This was her Friday. Rosalie was looking forward to two days off. There was a movie on Netflix she’d been planning to see. Her bathroom needed some painting. She had been thinking of getting a cat. As she sat, sipping coffee in the break room, eating her jalapeno tuna fish sandwich, her phone rang. Irritated, she checked the number. Her friends all knew better than to call her during work hours. But this was Celia, her next-door neighbor. They weren’t especially close, but they did enjoy each other’s company. They had started a garden on the apartment building’s rooftop. And Celia had a key to Rosalie’s apartment in case of emergencies. “What’s up?” Rosalie asked. “I got invited on a camping picnic. Two guys from my hometown visiting for the weekend. But I don’t feel comfortable being the only girl. Would you be interested in joining us?”Rosalie thought about it. A picnic sounded fun. “Where? And what’s a camping picnic?” “Carmichael Beach. A camping picnic means no tents, no sleeping bags, no fishing, no living off the land. We take some blankets, some already prepared food. We eat. We get drunk. We fall asleep on the beach. You in?” “I’m at work. If you can wait until I get off, then I’ll go.” “Fabulous,” Celia said. “And you don’t have to hurry. We’re still getting ready.” “Grab anything you need from my apartment. I’ve got some old blankets and some Spam and tuna and rum.” “Perfect. See you in few hours.” Rosalie went through the rest of her shift in a slight haze, already thinking about the trip to the lake. She hadn’t been on a picnic in ages. One of the customers threw a little fit right before closing time because he wasn’t allowed to enter the store without a mask. Instead of arguing, they just locked the door early and shut down. Rosalie got home fifteen minutes earlier than usual. She changed out of her work clothes, packed a backpack with some necessities, and jumped in Celia’s car. And they were on the road ten seconds later. “So, who are these guys?” Rosalie asked. “Old boyfriends?” “No. Friends of my brothers. When I was a teenager, I had giant crushes on both of them. But I was just the pesky little sister of Frank. But now I’m living in the big city and once or twice a year, these guys come out for some fun and girls and maybe a little business.” “So, this is a summer holiday trip?” “Exactly,” Celia said. “And you’re not hooking up with either one?” “No… but…” “Yes?” Rosalie asked. “Is there one you’re interested in?” “I’m still interested in both of them. Either one of those boys can have me with a snap of his finger. I’ve been too shy to encourage them. But if, by some miracle, you see me trying to get close to one of them, I would appreciate it if you would distract the other.” “Distract how?” Celia laughed. “That’s up to you. And it goes both ways. If one of them attracts you, go for it. I won’t be jealous. They’ve had lots of girls. Lots and lots of girls. Even close friends of mine. And neither will be sticking around afterward. They’ll go back home and I’ll stay here. No point in being jealous. But if you’re not interested like that, then just talk about music or movies or something.” “Maybe I should know their names first.” “Maybe so,” she said. “Jason and Charles. Jason is the one with the military buzzcut. Charles shaves his head.” Celia told a few stories about the two men as they drove out of the city. And Rosalie talked about her own past boyfriends. And as they got to know each other finally, after being neighbors for over a year, Rosalie felt herself relax from the tension of the day, all her work anxieties draining away. By the time they arrived at the lake, Rosalie was already feeling as rested and refreshed as though she’d already had her weekend. This had been a marvelous idea. The boys pulled up in a pickup right behind them and she made herself useful, helping unload. As Jason and Celia built a fire, Rosalie stared out at the lake wistfully. She’d forgotten to bring a swimsuit, but she didn’t want to soak her clothes by going in fully dressed. It was an isolated location, but she didn’t know any of these people well enough to go skinny-dipping in front of them. If nothing else, she’d at least do some wading. Then she turned around, noticed the blanket Celia was spreading out over the ground. Rosalie realized that Destiny had just decided what she’d be doing on this trip. “Why did you bring that blanket?” she asked Celia. “Did I make a mistake? You told me to get anything we might need from your apartment. This seemed like a nice, sturdy blanket, but old enough to not worry about if it got a little stained.” That was true enough, Rosalie thought. It had been stained plenty. “That ...
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  • My Sister’s Best Friend

    My Sister’s Best Friend
    Jun 29 2025
    “It’s okay, you can look all you want," By Fugman. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected. One day just after school had ended, I was relaxing in my family’s pool. My parents were at work and under the impression that I was planning my college future. School had just ended and the last thing that I wanted to do was thing about more school. My sister, who was about a year older than I was, was also enjoying the cool water.My sister Melanie was on her summer break from college, and according to my parents looking for a summer job. She had no intention of working any more than I had intentions of planning a college career. When the phone rang, we both thought it is either Mom or Dad checking up on us, we both argued on who would pick it up. I picked up the phone and was delighted to hear that it wasn’t Mom or Dad, but one of my sisters friends from college. I threw the phone on the chaise lounge and jumped in the pool, my sister, rather disgusted that she would have to leave the cool water to pick up the phone because I wouldn’t bring it to her. “Oh hi Danni, that’s just my waste of space brother, why don’t you come over, my parents aren’t here and the pool is so refreshing,” my sister shooting me a nasty glance, “ okay, don’t forget your suit, Bye.” She hung up the phone and threw the nearby beach ball at my head, “my friend will be over soon, I want you to disappear.” I threw the ball back at her and said “no go, this is my pool too ya know!” “Fine!” she scolded, “but just don’t embarrass me!” I put on my most innocent look and placed my hand on my chest. She just walked away. About fifteen minutes later the doorbell rang and I could hear giggling behind me. I turned around and laid eyes on the most breathtaking beauty that I have ever seen. She was incredible, gorgeous blonde hair, very pretty smile, beautiful long tanned legs, muscular stomach. I couldn’t wait to see her eyes, she was wearing shades that hinted to a mystery, but when she removed them, I couldn’t help but stare into her eyes. She just stared back into my eyes, making my feet start to tingle. My sister said, “this is Danni,” as I felt my heart jump. “Hi Danni,” I went back to swimming on my end of the pool. I didn’t want to be too obvious that I was hiding a huge erection in my trunks. The phone rang and my sister answered it, put a few words in and then hung up. I could tell it was either Mom or Dad by her reaction, “what’s up sis?” Melanie said it was Mom and that she has a job interview in twenty minutes. I said “good luck” like any other pesky younger brother would say. She told Danni that it was okay if she wanted to hang out in the pool until she got back, she then glanced at me and said, “behave.” I couldn’t hide my grin as Melanie walked into the house to get dressed. A few minutes later I heard the car scream out of the driveway. Danni came over to where I was and said, “so now it’s just you and me now huh bro?” I grinned and she returned the smile, and what a smile it was, it lit up her whole face, it was the kind of smile that would stop traffic on the freeway at five o’clock. I guess I kind of got lost in it, because she told me, “you can wipe up the drool now.” About all I could stammer out was an “I’m sorry.” “It’s okay, you can look all you want, I don’t mind, I am actually very attracted to you as well!” I reached over and pulled her in for a kiss, she did not resist, in fact she didn’t seem to want the kiss to end. I moved my tongue in and out of her mouth as she responded by licking my tongue with her own and pushing her tongue into my mouth as well. The passion kept climbing as her hands were pulling me closer and closer, when she suddenly stopped. “What’s this, as she reached under the water and grabbed the front of my trunks.” I must of looked scared to her because she looked at me and said, “it’s okay as long as this for me.” I said, “of course it is, I have been this way since I first saw you walk through the porch door.” Danni smiled again and said, “good, because I’m really horny now and I need you bad.” She reached down and pulled my trunks down to my ankles, lifted off her bikini top and crushed her breasts against me as she went back to kissing me passionately. I fumbled to reach the ties at her hips that would release the bikini bottoms, so that I could see her in all of her naked glory. The sun, the water, her body all of these I was loving. I couldn’t wait for her to touch me, I couldn’t wait to touch her. I reached my hand between us and found her stomach, I slowly moved my hand south until I found her belly button, I played with the ring there and then moved south again. My hand felt her soft hair, flowing in the water, tickling my fingers as I explored. When I finally reached my destination...
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  • My Wife, The Model?

    My Wife, The Model?
    Jun 28 2025
    My wife took out her lingerie and said, “Where do you want me?” I pointed to the window sill.

    By Fugman. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.


    I have always joked to my wife, that she should be a model, she is a very young attractive thirty two year old with a body of a gymnast. Kristen, takes great pride in her appearance and works very hard keeping up her figure. With all of the joking aside, I could imagine her in a little frilly teddy posing for pictures to some European photographer that doesn’t know any English except “Beautiful.”

    This is a dream that I have often fantasized with my wife about, she always said that she would never pose for pictures for anyone but me. One day when Kristen was at work, I went out and rented a nice professional . camera with all of the attachments, a few lights, and I even had our friend Cassandra come over to help me out. Cassie is a professional beautician, and she agrees that Kristen should be a model.

    It was party Cassie’s plan to get Kristen all made up and then take pictures of her. I knew that we couldn’t take pictures of her with our house, which looks like a shack on its best day, so I went downtown and rented a luxury suite for the night. When Kristen came home from work, Cassie was already there, and she told her that Kristen was going out for a night on the town and wear something sexy and pack an overnight bag.

    I was adjusting the lighting when my beautiful wife and Cassie showed up. Kristen couldn’t believe all of the trouble that I went through to pull this off, I looked at Cassie and said “thanks, Kristen Looks incredible.”

    Cassie said thanks and instructed Kristen to show her the Pictures when it’s all said and done. My wife took out her lingerie and said, “Where do you want me?” I pointed to the window sill and said, “Beautiful!” in my best European accent. She laughed and started to pose, I snapped picture after picture, saying “Beautiful,” with every snap. I must have gone through about four rolls of thirty five millimeter, when Kristen started removing her clothes. Step by step, her body started becoming more visible to me, I tried to stay in character, “Beautiful, Beautiful.”

    Once Kristen was naked in front of me, I kept snapping pictures, more and more, close-ups, different angles, I couldn’t get enough of her. The clicking of the camera was inspiring Kristen to perform, her inhibitions were dropping and she was becoming more and more erotic. Her fingers were exploring her body, her breasts, her stomach, her buttocks, that’s when one hand dropped between her legs. Her head tilted back, “snap, snap,” moving her hand back and forth between her legs, “snap, snap.”

    Breathing heavier and heavier, the camera clicking as my wife, Mrs. Conservative was masturbating in front of some European photographer who kept saying, “Beautiful, Beautiful.”

    When she was getting closer and closer to her orgasm, her hands were moving faster and faster, her breathing getting deeper and deeper. I kept trying to stay in character, but every now and then a “wow” would escape my lips. Here is my wife moaning and moaning in front of me and I just kept taking pictures. When she screamed out her orgasm and laid down on the window sill, I took a few more pictures and then I packed up the gear and made my exit saying, “Beautiful!” about a hundred times. I had the film developed the next day and I can only imagine the expressions on the guys faces who developed the film. Watching my wife, picture by picture masturbating in front of them, I wonder if they said, “Beautiful, Beautiful!”

    By Fugman for Tumblr.
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