It's Friday night and we decide to go somewhere different for a change. Sometimes change is different, right? Well, it seems that way. Should be fun going to a comedy club, though. "Are you ready, Liz? "Yes, I'm almost good to go. I'm just touching up my eye make up more." "Okay, I'm going to the bathroom one more time." "Okay, don't have too much fun in there." "Alright, alright, you know it's just to take a leak." "Ye...
On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me one big kiss. On the second day of Christmas my true Love gave to me two orgasms and One big kiss. On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me three French ticklers Two orgasms and one big kiss. On the fourth day of Christmas my true love sent to me four sext messages Three French ticklers, two orgasms and one big kiss. On the fifth day of Christmas my true l...
Polly the Preggo was sitting on the couch, spread-eagled and kicking her legs, whilst her wellies flapped comfortably onto her skin. There was something delicious about that feeling, the waft of air as it rushed past her knees with every kick. She could sometimes feel those welly breaths blow up between her legs, underneath the thin, long t-shirt she was wearing. As she lay back on the couch and looked down, all she could...
Thursdays are confusing. I’ve never really gotten the hang of them, personally. But they have nothing on the opposite sex. Baffling, irrational, oblivious, were all words that I use to describe most of them. Julian was no exception (I am female BTW). I first met him in one of the freshman comp classes that I TA (yes, I know, English is a dead-end major- so what?), and we got off to a great start. Well, actually, not at al...
“Fuck.”Carie tilted her head to the side and repeated, “Fuck.”She observed her lips in the mirror carefully. “Fu-uck.”She frowned momentarily before shaking her head side-to-side, tossing her lengthy cascade of sable hair into a seductive mess. She popped a brow, angled her chin over her bare shoulder, and cast a sultry, flirtatious gaze towards the mirror. Lips rounded, she loosed an aching, swooning breath: “Fu-uhh-ck!”...
Prologue.I was getting frustrated now. “No, it has to be a double amputee.” I repeated.“We’ve nothing like that,” Lady Lydia said, “I can do a midget if that’s any good?” She asked.“A midget, eh?” I thought aloud.“Yes, a midget. She’s in her twenties, and very pretty” She said, “for a midget” she nonchalantly added.“err, hang on” I instructed her. With that I put her on hold and fast dialled my best friend, Martin.“Rich?”...
There were never such lovers as Quentin and Queenie,Her in stilettos, and him in his beanie.Quentin was Master in bed and in life,Queenie was a shy, obedient wife.Two people so different, yet so good together,Her without clothes and him dressed in leather.It was always the same at the end of the day,Her body stark naked and his eager to play,Their toys were laid out all ready to useWhen Quentin announced, “It’s all about...
With doors secured, windows locked, and curtains unfolded to bar any patch of light from entering, I sat in the middle of my room. My attention was focused on the film. As there was no source of light other than the screen of my television, my senses were heightened to their fullest. Every single movement and reaction of the cast was caught by my sharpened sight and all recorded on my notepad. When the film finished, I au...
The wind howled outside, barely swaying the lanterns hanging within the closed bivouac. Soft light played off the glyphs woven into the tent walls, and the somber faces of the two meeting parties. Captain Tsharles, a rocky-jawed bear of a man with olive skin and wavy amber hair, sat on a footstool two steps away from the intricately-knitted wicker bench supporting Sheriff Amelia, the steward of Podritia's Pass. a strategi...
I had been dating Michelle about a year and while we always had fantastic sex, it was always on her terms. After a year of an "on -gain-off-again" relationship, I wanted to try something different - sex in public. At first, Michelle was not very keen on the idea. “Look,” I argued, “We can keep it discreet, but still have fun.” Michelle finally acquiesced under intense pressure. We were having sex at the time and she was o...
The sun went down. Lenore crawled from her shallow grave, listless and hungry. At the same time, Baron Latos rose from the coffin in his castle crypt, driven from the dreamless sleep of death by a most unholy craving. And, on the other side of town, Daniel got out of bed, went to the kitchen, and mixed himself a smoothie out of pig's blood and cherry Kool-Aid. (Because drinking blood straight gave him gas).Lenore wore the...
In a world where the internet is overflowing with well-endowed male porn stars who can fuck for hours and women across the globe are expecting an orgasm with every sexual encounter—where every spam folder is brimming with adverts for performance-enhancing drugs and men everywhere have started doing Kegel exercises—there is one man who will stand up and speak out against the injustice and discrimination the ordinary lover...
This poem is only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Her apple catchers hit the floorHis whanger splitting seamsA boff was on the cards tonight For this box of assorted creamsHer kitten noses hard and erectQuickly with one pullKojak’s roll neck soon retractedOn his hardened Kosher dillFizzing at the bungholeGood god now she was smittenHis hand slid over her beetle bonnetAnd spa...
Snow crunched under the tyres of the four by four as Tim pulled up onto the driveway outside the chalet. “Here we go,” he said. He leaned over to Fiona in the passenger seat and kissed her on the cheek before they both giggled and flung the doors open. In the back seat Lilly pulled her shawl closer around her shoulders. Why had she even bothered to come? She was selfish, that’s what it was. The boot flew open, letting in...
“You hate me don’t you?” I said with a pinch of sarcasm. “Come on, it’s just this once,” pleaded Rory as the Security Lodge reverberated with the sound of a truck engine pulling up to the window on the right side near the entry barrier. Rory handed the driver a clipboard and yelled over the engine noise, “There you go mate; name, vehicle registration, trailer number and signature.” Me and Rory had worked as security guard...
