Snow Flowers: Part 3

The reward for rescue..

Based on the posts by SandyMarl, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Wednesday night before Thanksgiving, 2010

 

 “Okay Rosie, are you ready for your bedtime story?" Lil had adopted what I imagined to be her 'teacher voice'.

"You've got me kind of excited now. Is it alright if I touch myself a little while I listen to your story?"

"You can, but don't get too carried away and eat your dessert first. You'll want to let your man bring you along. For your part, you need to enjoy the journey. Let your lover provide the orgasm. It'll come on its own time and terms. Enjoying the journey is to be your focus."

Lil began, "Once upon a time, there were two silly girls who went for a walk in the deep, dark and dangerous woods. The silly girls thought it was only fall, but a hard winter snow came early and they fell into great danger from many things in those deep, dark and dangerous woods. The winds began to howl and the sky turned cold and dark and the silly girls were in danger and had to get back to safety. But they had lost their way in the deep, dark and dangerous woods filled with hungry wolves.

Snow Flowers: Part 2

Lily’s wolf fantasy gets erotic.

Based on the posts by SandyMarl, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Wednesday night before Thanksgiving, 2010

Lily was anticipating that my wet mouth would be right back to work her sweet spot. She was making small thrusting waves with her hips, waiting for me to return to lap like a wolf in the secret and sensitive part of her lap. Instead, I ignored her arched cunny and began to unbutton her shirt, beginning at the waist. After each button was undone, I made a snarl and took a toothy little nip at her belly flesh.

"Ouch! You are a bad biter wolf!" she scolded.

"The better to check on your frosted pumpkins my dear." Lily decided to help me get to her tits and began unbuttoning from the top of the shirt. This effort, aside from being quite sexy to see a woman working swiftly to expose her tits to me, prevented me from taking any more nips at the flesh of her belly.

Snow Flowers: Part 1

Girlfriends lost in the snow are taken in and warmed up.

Based on the posts by SandyMarl, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Wednesday night before Thanksgiving, 2010

This was not going to be pleasant.

The dimming afternoon sunlight filtering through the skylights of my 'writer's hideaway' told me to expect one of those spasmodic, cold and wet early autumn storms. The north wind was picking up something fierce as it surged down through the canyon, beating on my small cabin at the foot of a lofty ochre sandstone cliff. How brutal was this storm going to be? From the looks of the deep blue-gray clouds rushing in above my skylights, it was going to likely dump a lot of frozen precipitation, the heavy wet stuff. That was fine; these conditions make for good 'story-writing weather'. I'd gotten up here last night and laid in enough supplies to see me through until the sun returned. Digging out from under this pile of snow and ice would be difficult; I was here for the duration. I was capable of riding out this surprise storm, but for added precaution I needed to bring in some extra firewood and double-checked the generator. Once those chores were finished, I'd be set. Safe, warm and secure. With the added blessing of no cell phone reception in the canyon, these isolated conditions would be conducive to helping me polish up a couple of short stories I'd been working on. I was ready for whatever was ahead, or so I'd thought.

The Librarian: Part 4

Tough Guy.

 by horn pixy. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

“What do you think?” he asked as she lifted the glass to her lips. She took a sip and her tongue tasted a drop that was left behind on her bottom lip.
“Not bad,’ she said. “Not bad at all, barman. Got any other surprises for me?”
“Sure do. Just come round back and step into my office for a minute or so.”

The Librarian: Part 3

Explorations Commence.

 by horn pixy. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

“My tongue?” she said, sounding a little squeaky.
“Yes, Emily. Slip it in my mouth.”
There was a moment of silence, and then she asked, “why?”

“I want to show you something delicious,” he said, and instead of the pity he might have expected when he realized that she had never done this, he only felt a primal, primitive male pride to be the one to teach her, to show her.

The Librarian: Part 2

About Last Night

 by horn pixy. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

Well, she thought almost bitterly as she got dressed in sweatpants and a plain black sweater that was soft and a little loose after her latest, and to date most successful, weight-loss plan. She considered shoes, but settled for her fluffy pink slippers instead. So much for her brilliant theory. She had sat there for hours and hours on the most uncomfortable stool ever, drinking glass after glass of whiskey because she didn’t know what else to order and was too shy to ask.

The Librarian: Part 1

Brandon has been harboring a secret librarian fantasy

 by horn pixy. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.

Brandon has been harboring a secret librarian fantasy for many years, but Emily was hardly his idea of a hot librarian. She was the type of women who came a side-serving of Complication. So why couldn't he stay away from her?

It was almost time for last call. Brandon wiped the sodden rag over the counter and put the empty glass the girl had just put down into the crate under the bar with the other dirty glasses.