Podcast Stories

“The wind howled across the moor that night, raking the last few resilient leaves from their branches. Gillespie lay awake, watching the moonlight phantoms play over the ceiling. He was aware in the back of his mind that tonight marked the end of his first month at the school and his first month since his father had packed up the farm and moved to London, leaving the boy here to, as he said, make a better man of himself t...

Sprawling, earbuds-nestled, skin-writhing atop flesh-warmed leather. Leaving traces of moisture in my wake to decorate its welcoming caress. Podcast me baby. Whisper sweet entreaties into my receptive, wanting aural canyons. Sibilant s-es slithering seductive, singing sonatas to my supine form. Demanding d's directing digits to delirium. Digits lost amongst juice-slick folds as nailed tips bury themselves cuticle deep in...

“Excuse me, is this seat taken?” Shawn shook back to reality, his attention pulled away from his phone to check his texts. Turning himself from his seat at the bar, he came face to face with an absolutely lovely vision of a woman. Long brown hair with bangs framed a truly beautiful face with bright, twinkling green eyes, full cheeks that gave way to the cutest hint of her dimples as she smiled sweetly. Add to that the red...