Steam Stories

My wife, Diana, and I recently made a big move, from Boise, Idaho to Jackson, Mississippi, to be closer to our two children. We were forty-eight at the time, and our two children were in their twenties and married with children of their own. Our son lives in Memphis which is only about two hundred miles and a three-and-a-half-hour drive from Jackson, and our daughter lives in New Orleans, which is only one hundred and nin...

In the steamy heat of the showerThe river's gently flowingWater droplets all over your bodyMy cock is steadily growingYou touch your pussy, teasinglyAnd give me that dirty lookThe one that says you own meThat you have me on your hook

Fingertip to misted chestSliding over skinTwo smooth sweepsAround your heartEncase the heart withinThe wetness clingsUpon your lipsOur lips meet in a kissYou place my fingersTo your throatTo feel the pulse within  Beads of silver fill your hairAnd at the lightest touchThey turn to droplets running intoTiny rivuletsStreaming down your shoulderThe grandeur of that curveIts surface sweetly salty  So beautiful, I hurt.

A word, a touch, electricity Mental image, physical reflectionA thought, a memory, toxicityPassion play, gentle direction A lust, a love, deep consumeHormonal release, endorphines rushSexual tension, pheromone perfumeThought of touch, pussies gush A kiss, a breath, rising ecstacyHands exploring, increasing heatPicturing unity mentallyConvulsing bodies without retreat The joy to bring joyThe lust to bring lustCoy answered...

“I’ll be out in a couple minutes. Just keep an eye on the baby, please!” I tell my husband as I close the door to the bathroom. I lay my towel and purple silky underwear on the sink counter and I go turn the shower on to hot water. As the bathroom gets steamy from the hot shower I plug in my I pod and turn on some relaxing music. I slowly get undressed. I slide out of my tight blue jeans and kick them to the side. Then I...

I love women. I love how they look, how they sound, how they smell, and how they feel. When properly done up their hair is a cloud of glory around the face of an angel. Their skins so smooth, their bodies so round. The sight of a naked woman sitting with her back to me, her hips flaring out from her waist, and perhaps the sight of her breasts swelling on either side makes me weak, and men must be strong.  When she turns a...