This is a story jointly written by myself and my partner in crime, Mazza. Mazza woke, her head was pounding. She opened her eyes and the room swam in and out of focus. What a mess! Champagne bottles, empty glasses and food wrappers were strewn everywhere. “Where the hell am I?” She thought as she began to sit up on the sofa, which was a mistake, as her head immediately began to spin so she lay back down and closed her eye...

I dreamed that all my wounds had healed, which freed me to move on.My confidence was coming back, I'd thought it all but gone.A smile, a laugh, an opening up, a glimmer of some hope,But my epistemic self still said I was a dope.*Not sure if I was was worthy, was sadly my beliefAnd a brave face was the one I wore, despite the mental grief.Suppressing it, I steeled myself and closed my inner ears.Struggling with the demons...

I lifted the wheelbarrow by its handles and tipped the last of the grass clippings into the compost pile. I’d been busy in the garden all morning and had worked up quite a sweat, well, Autumn was fast approaching and there was a lot of yard work to catch up with. Toiling in the hot sun had given me plenty of time to be introspective, and I had finally decided what I wanted for my birthday. It was only a few weeks away now...

Simon and Mattie are still in New York. Of course there has been pleasure, mixed with a little business for Simon, who is trying to strike a lucrative deal with Canadian businessman, Mark. Unfortunately, Mark and Mattie have some shared dark history... ***** As the four of them left the restaurant, Mattie tried to pull Simon aside, she knew that she had to find a way to stop him from getting further involved with Mark’s b...

Mattie stood beside Simon next to Mark’s table. Simon extended his hand, took Mark’s firmly and shook it, “So good to finally meet you,” he said with a winning smile on his face. Mattie tightened her grip on Simon’s other hand, feeling safer for having him beside her. She discreetly, wiped her mouth clean of the saliva Mark had left when he’d slipped his tongue into her mouth as he’d kissed her and, for the first time, sh...

It must have been early and I was in that half somnolent state, neither asleep nor awake. I wriggled my body a little, savouring the way the quilt seemed to envelope me in its soothing embrace. I turned onto my side, drew up my knees, pulled the cover even more tightly around me and began to drift off again. I became vaguely aware of the weight of his hand resting on my ribs and I smiled as I dozed, feeling his fingers ho...

Our Playground, which is in the Internet,Lush is your name.The punters cum.We will get fucked in Lush,If it is our choosing.Give us this day our daily smut.And forgive us our tendencies,As we encourage those that grind against us.And lead us into plenty temptation,But deliver us from boredom.For this is the Lushdom,The stories, and the forums,For ever and ever.We hope...

Sit back, Love. Open your legs a little wider. No, relax, lean right back... That’s it, I push your knees apart, looking at you, as I sink down between them. Watch me stroke your crotch, as I gaze up with wide eyes. Do you like this, me touching you? Oh, I know you do. I can feel you stiffen. I like the way you react. Rubbing, stroking, unbuttoning your fly and teasing the fuck out of you. *** I know what you really want...

While this is a follow up to parts I through V, you should be able to read this as it stands, (although of course, the first parts will enhance your reading pleasure!) *** Mattie switched off the shower and stepped out into the ornate bathroom in one of the ritziest suites that New York had to offer. Beads of warm water ran down her soft, glowing, wet skin and the sun shone brightly through the window, illuminating her na...

This story is only available on Lush Stories!Stanley was a writer, a bloody good one, as it had turned out. It was almost as if there was some smutty guardian angel watching over his shoulder, prompting his fingers as they tapped out sexy prose. Whilst at university, he'd been working on his dissertation when he'd met the woman who was to become his muse, Elsa. As a result, he had discovered his knack for writing and not...

While you do not need to read the previous parts of The Client to enjoy this one, it will greatly enhance your reading experience. ***New York, New York!  Wow! No wonder they’d named it twice!! Mattie wrinkled her eyes against the glare from the sun as she stepped from the aeroplane. Simon’s hand was on her lower back, guiding her and, given how she’d slept for almost the whole flight, she was glad as she felt a little bi...

I want you, really I do, but I am scared.I've been hurt before, you know?Hurt, used, lied to, discarded…You though… You seem different.~o~You intrigue me and you excite me.You arouse something good in me.You make me laugh and catch me off guard.You don't seem to mind that I am not perfect.~o~You accept that my body isn't that of a porn star,You understand my scars and even say you like them?You see my weaknesses, yet tell...

While you don’t have to have read parts I, II and III of the story, it will enhance your reading experience. I hope you enjoy it. *** Mattie shifted in her sleep. She dreamt that she was lying in a sumptuous bed with a gorgeous man beside her. She felt him move between her legs and she wriggled her bottom, allowing his shoulders to push her legs apart and expose her soft mound. She sighed in her dream, as she felt his ton...

This is a story written jointly by myself and my pal, Mazza. We’ve had a forum thread, Curlygirly and Mazza’s Big Sandwich, running for quite a while now on Lush and we thought that it might be fun to write about how things might go, if we could actually make it happen. We hope you enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed writing it! Curligirly picked up her ridiculous bubble-gum flavoured coffee from the kitchen counter an...

This is a very short, true story..."Oh, baby! I'm close. I'm so fucking close!" He panted down the 'phone. I pressed my little clit-vibe harder onto my nub. "That's it! Come for me!" I gasped. I could hear his voice, breaking slightly and his breathing becoming more ragged, as he furiously stroked his cock and I knew that he really was going to come soon. It was exciting! I could feel the tingling, electric sensation radi...