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Pathways to Pleasure
46 minutes | Feb 23, 2022
The Emerald City: an erotic romance
Welcome to Pathways to Pleasure, your Erotic Romance podcast enjoyed by couples around the world. In today's episode Kathy, a country girl from Ohio, moves to the big city. Seattle's richest bachelor helps her discover there is more to her than she knew.
25 minutes | Dec 17, 2021
The Landlubber: an erotic romance
Aryn is a Coast Guard rescue boat skipper. One day while testing a new boat she saves a man who, by his own falt sinks his boat. From anger to interest, to passion, see what comes of it all in this erotic romance podcast.
19 minutes | Oct 12, 2021
The Letter: an erotic romance
In this erotic romance, we listen in on a letter remembering the moment friendship became something more, something deeper. This erotic story reveals the passionate, sexual, tender goodbye of parting friends. ZKcuDG6RrB4svhq6KVzG
20 minutes | Sep 15, 2021
My Lover's Cave: an erotic romance
You are surprised, and a little hurt, that your man didn't show up at the airport to greet you, but sent his driver instead. The driver drops you off at the edge of a forest and, guided only by a few notes, you must seek out your lover. The erotic, romantic encounter you find will linger in your memory forever.
23 minutes | Aug 15, 2021
High School Reunion: an erotic romance
In this erotic romance, you meet an old High School flame who leads you on a path of passion, love, sex, and ultimately freedom from a bad marriage. Pathways to Pleasure is an erotic romance podcast. We believe erotica should be more than just sex. Our erotic stories mix sex, really good sex, with love and romance, raising your passions in a slow burn, pulling desire from deep within you, until, at last, they climax in raw, sexual release. Erotic romance author, James Jobe, publishes one episode each month, taking time to lovingly write stories you can escape into on your pathway to pleasure.
21 minutes | Sep 6, 2020
It hit at midnight, just as the calendar switched from 1899 to 1900. Waves hitting the rocks sent sea spray twenty feet into the air. The winds raced at near hurricane speeds in what people would later call the New Year’s Day Storm. Kate stayed up through the night keeping the kerosene lamp burning. It's huge, rotating fresnel lens cast a pulsing light over the sea. Her lighthouse was the only hope passing ships had to make it home safe. From the moment she’d buried her father two years ago, Kate took over duties full-time at the Deception Island lighthouse. As a young girl she’d help him. Now she did the work alone carrying heavy equipment up and down the hundred foot tower’s winding stairway, feeding the livestock, hauling logs from the beach, chopping firewood, and all the other tasks that living on an island required. Lean muscle, earned from hard work, skin tanned by the sun, black shoulder-length hair inherited from her mother, and dark sea-green eyes from her father, Kate would have stopped any man, and possibly some women, in their tracks. She would have, that is, if anyone else lived on the island. She was alone and liked it that way. By sunrise, the storm blew itself out. Waves that only hours ago threatened seaman’s lives, now looked only two feet high, rolling gently to the shoreline. Finally Kate could climb down the stairs and make her way up the hill to her house. But first she took one last look from the top, scanning the horizon, then turned and looked down the beach. Something had washed ashore. She grabbed the binoculars. It was a body still halfway in the water. “Oh, my god” Her flight down the stairs seemed to take forever, as if the 100 foot tower had suddenly become a mile high. She ran along the beach, heart pounding, muscular legs pushing against wet sand. It was a man lying on his back, face pale, lips blue. She kneeled, putting her ear close to his mouth. He was still breathing but in short shallow breaths. Kate knew she had to act fast or he’d be dead in minutes. Running to the barn she hitched up the horse to the wooden sled. The sled was meant for hauling logs, but that day it would carry a more precious cargo. He was heavy, but Kate’s strong arms managed to pull him onto the sled. She urged the horse on to the house. Then dragged the man inside and laid him on the floor in front of the fireplace. She quickly built a fire, ran to the kitchen, fired up the stove, and tossed a blanket into the oven. As the fireplace warmed the room she started to put another blanket over him but realized his wet clothes would keep him cold. She had to take them off. Not wanting to waste time unbuttoning it, she tore open his shirt, lifted his back and pulled the sleeves off his arms. Laying him back down, she rubbed his chest in an attempt to warm him. Then pulled off his boots and socks. She stopped and stood up. She’d been so focused on saving his life she hadn’t thought about what she was doing. Still, it had to be done. Those cold, wet pants had to come off. Untying a rope belt, then unbuttoning his pants, she tugged at them. The wet cotton pants were heavy making it difficult to remove. She finally got them down to his ankles and pulled them over his feet. Only his underpants remained. Soaked through, the cotton cloth clung to him perfectly revealing the shape of his manhood. Kate decided to leave the underwear on. Somehow it seemed too invasive to strip this unconscientious man completely. Running to the kitchen, she grabbed the heated blanket from the oven and laid it over him. Then put another one on top of that. His lips were getting some color back, but his breathing was still coming in shallow, shaking breaths. Kate reached under the blankets, rubbing his chest hard, but he was still dangerously cold. She knew she had to warm him fast or she would lose her battle, and the sea would lay claim on his life. Desperate, she looked around the room. She’d done all she could, there was...
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