Thank God you’re here! What took so long? My day’s been shit, it’s all gone wrong! You said that you’d be right along! Give me some fucking kisses!~o~ The kids played up, the dog was sick, I thought the vet would do the trick And you were late, you stupid prick! I need some fucking kisses!~o~ Don’t say a word, you’ll only lie, I never thought you’d be that guy... Are you seeing someone on the fly? I want some fucking kiss...

I cannot write. The words won’t come, They do not flow, they do not run. No musings glowing on my screen, Nor rhyming couplets to be seen. I sit and stare, then stare and sit And that’s about the size of it. * I’m trying write, my words are stuck Type, delete, yet still no luck. My thoughts of you a jumble now. I’d like to say, but don’t know how. So I pick at keys to no avail. I fear this ditty’s going to fail.* Words st...

As the driver navigated the short distance to the circus ground, Ellen took the opportunity to re-touch her make up. She tilted her compact mirror this way and that as she reapplied her lipstick, powdered her face and aimed eye drops into her slightly reddened orbs until she was satisfied with her appearance. She remembered with a grimace how Bob’s heel had pressed against her leg but when she examined it, she was relieve...

I lay, head on his chest, half asleep to the hypnotic, white-noise flicker of the television as his hand stroked my hair. I felt completely relaxed. My hand was on his thigh, lightly stroking the taut denim and he sighed as my fingers moved along the seam, towards his crotch. He wriggled slightly as I touched his bulge. We’d been going out for two months and hadn’t done much, except some fumbling in his car when he’d drop...

After a few months of chatting online with Bob, Ellen had agreed to meet him for dinner, followed by a night out. Not having dated since her husband, Ken, passed away, she was rather nervous about it and had used just about every beauty tip in the book to get herself looking good... **** Ellen caught herself admiring the tight little ass of the young Italian waiter, as she followed him to the bar area where Bob, her date,...

"Open your legs," his growl echoed through the tinny speakers. "Show me that hot, sticky cunt of yours... No, of MINE!" I obediently lifted my bare ass and parted my thighs. His eyes widened and his lips formed a silent ‘O’ as I tilted the laptop lid down, webcam making my pussy fill his screen. "Oh, there's a good fucking girl," he cooed. "Now, spread those juicy lips for me, show me how wet you are." Two perfectly manic...

Cruel bitch! Dream squasher! Fate, Fortune, Destiny... Whatever the fuck her name is? How I loathe her sometimes. ~oOo~ Laughing at my plans, With her turned up nose And that cute, wee smile. That harpie has plans of her own. ~oOo~ Testing me, teasing me, Showing me what I might have, Giving me the merest glimpse Of hope, shining from the darkness. ~oOo~ Once, she was beside me, In my hour of need, Her hand on my shoulder...

I love the works of the Scottish poet, Robert Burns. He wrote many famous poems and songs. He was less well-known for his raunchy, sexy poems. This is my tribute to him and, were he alive today, I'm certain that he would approve (in fact, I would bet good money that he would be writing here on Lush!) I’ve written it phonetically, in broad Scots, with an English translation underneath. I would recommend listening to the au...

Inspired by Mazza’s “Perfucktory” and written as a companion story.'Almost there,' he thought. He could feel it building. Andrew went into his signature move, his closer. He knew it was time after he saw her signs. He felt the nails, waited for her to pull her knees up and jam her heels into his butt. Of course he already had her near the edge, and when he’d told her he was close, he knew it would push her closer. Sure en...

“I’m close, Lou!” Drew gasped and raised his head briefly before dropping it again and continuing to pummel his wife. He sawed into her with the same determination he did every Sunday night and the occasional Friday or Saturday, if she was really lucky. She dug her nails into his shoulders, raised her knees as high as she could and pressed her heels into his buttocks, digging them in and feeling the satisfaction as his co...

I lie in the dark, thinking of him and calling forth his handsome face, Remembering the way his eyes smoulder as he looks into mine And how that smile lifts his lips and changes his expression. I bite my lip and he’s suddenly serious, drawing in his breath.* My body warm, under bed covers, I smooth my palms over my belly, Hugging, stroking and touching, just the way that he does. My skin turns to gooseflesh, my hands beco...

“I need to turn in, honey...” Mike stood up, stretched, and I heard his spine crack and pop as he arched his back. I shuddered. I hate that noise. He turned to Steve, “You’ll be okay in the spare room, mate. Em will give you some blankets.” Steve nodded and raised his beer can, “Sure, bud, no worries. I’ll be all set.” “Sorry I’m such a lightweight, what with this new job and the early starts, it’s killing me!” Mike grinn...

I remember when I first started to pay attention to my pussy hair. It was many years ago, when I first began seeing Evert. He was a few years older than me and liked everything to be ‘just so’. He had encouraged me to wax my bikini line and trim my pubic hair into a neat little triangle. Of course, I had been too shy to think about going to have it done professionally, back then, but Evert was already experienced in manic...

She sighed as she got up from her chair, picked up her empty plate and mug, and then lifted mine as well. I smiled at her and she paused at the door frame for a second, turning to face me, “Are you coming up soon, love?” I glanced at the clock on the mantel, ten forty-five, I stifled a yawn, knowing that I too should be heading to bed, but I still had much to do before I could join her. Although her eyes were heavy and sh...

“Woo hoo! I’ve got a date! Finally a real, proper date!” Ellen dropped her phone onto the table and punched the air, “You little beauty!!” Her fleeting reverie was interrupted by a tinny, laughing voice from the table, “Ellen? Ellen! I’m still here.” “Bob? Is that you?” Ellen looked around, confused, until she noticed that the screen of her iPhone was still lit up. “Oh shit, fuck!” she cursed, bringing it back to her ear,...