LP Steinbeck
Stories (63/0)
- Top Story - April 2019
The Bird and the PearlTop Story - April 2019
I had not eaten or drank anything all day. Yesterday was one month since my husband’s passing; food held no allure for me. A visitor stopped by in the afternoon, and it was probably the last person in the world that I wanted to see, yet in the queerest way I was thankful. I suddenly had the urge to lock-up the place I had been locked up in for three days, and go find something good out there. There must be a positive in this town, I thought.
By LP Steinbeck5 years ago in Families
Soul Lifter: Polyamorous Hero
In the beginning, I knew him only as Suman, from an insomnia group online, living 5000 miles away in the UK, and I was ignorant to the nuances of polyamorous relationships. He was handsome, intelligent, and funny from the first group message and pictures shared all around. Of course, he would be taken, the love of another, and I hadn't bothered for details. My understanding of polyamory was only in its definition, in black and white.
By LP Steinbeck5 years ago in Filthy
Jay: The 'Real Love'
Our conversation had faded, with him being in the living room relaxing after the meal, and me cleaning up, and loading the dishwasher. It was the least I could do, as he had prepared the entire meal with almost no help from me, even though he'd worked many hours today. The rich aftertaste of African food, and that last sip of wine, still lingered pleasantly in my mouth, and the fragrances of the leftovers were enticing and warm. Though I was full, the food is so nourishing, so comforting, that you feel you could always have just a little more.
By LP Steinbeck5 years ago in Humans
"Spank Me... Please" (Part Four)
Leah's third orgasm had ripped, contracted, and buckled through her without mercy, and she slumped down, even more as Mike tenderly rubbed her ass. He pulled her, causing her to stand, and then turned her towards him. His eyes held hers as he pulled her head back by the hair, pulling her shirt to expose her breast and grip her nipple tightly until she inhaled sharply. He smiled, saying, "You love it, and you know it."
By LP Steinbeck6 years ago in Filthy
"Spank Me...Please" (Part Three)
"Let's get in your rig." Leah turned to get into the second row seating of her Suburban, thankful for the tinted windows and the added privacy they would offer while she was inside with Mike. After she had opened the door, Mike grabbed her arm, then drew his body close behind her own. He whispered gruffly in her ear:
By LP Steinbeck6 years ago in Filthy
The Hungry Suck
I sneaked into the kitchen before a shower, wearing only a t-shirt. I only wanted to check dinner, and maybe grab a little something to quell my hunger. I knew you would be home soon, so my goal was for me to be showered and refreshed, and dinner ready... and I was running out of time. The food looked great, and the fragrance made my gut grumble.I grabbed a few grapes from a container in the refrigerator, relishing the crunchy pop they made when I bit them, and the juicy, sweet interiors.
By LP Steinbeck6 years ago in Filthy
"Spank Me...Please" (Part Two)
The first time Leah had met with Mike, she had felt herself falling for the power within his touch and even his dominant nature. But by the end of their pleasurable time together, she knew she had to stem the flow of emotion for the handsome bearded lover.
By LP Steinbeck6 years ago in Filthy
"Spank Me...Please" (Part One)
Leah knew he was dominant, because he had told her, but what did it mean? She remembered the first time in his arms, as he explored her body, feeling places on her no man had touched in months, and some no man had touched in years. Those inaugural communications between their eyes, their flesh, and quiet murmurings had left her in a state of perpetual, primitive lust. He had taken his time, and she now knew he had learned what he could do to every place of her being, with contact that was tender, inquisitive, and sometimes, almost too much. He had taken her nipple between his fingers, and for a nipple so soft, so long since known by a man, it had made her gasp, and say, "Please..." in a way that was close to a whimper. Immediately he released the nipple, and told her,
By LP Steinbeck6 years ago in Filthy
Diving: The Deepest Orgasm (Part Five)
In the time that had passed since Sherry last saw Charles, she had wondered if he was the mysterious man that had shown up the last time, blindfolding her, tantalizing her into submission for a sexual event that matched none of her diver's moves.
By LP Steinbeck6 years ago in Filthy
Sins of the Flesh
"My cock is out." I release my held in breath. I am so relieved your cock is there for me, ready for my touch when I need to do it the most. As my fingertips caress the head, tension falls away, and I submit to my great need to lick and suck your cock; worship your cock.
By LP Steinbeck6 years ago in Filthy
The LGBTQuestion: 'Who Am I?'
I knew I was different, though the only clue of a name was a chapter titled "In Amerika They Call Us Dykes" that I read when I was seven. I wasn't attracted to boys when other girls were, yet wildly curious to know what everyone looked like beneath their clothes, and a big fan of Playboy, Penthouse, and Hustler magazines about the age of eleven.
By LP Steinbeck6 years ago in Humans