My alarm went off at 7 AM. I reached up to hit the snooze button and felt her warmth beside me. Connie's sleepy eyes opened, and she half grinned at me. I pushed the snooze, wrapped my arm around her soft shoulder, and pulled her tighter. Connie sighed and just snuggled in closer to me. Neither of us wanted to get up; we wanted the warm, comfortable feeling of waking up in your lover's arms to last forever. A new day was...

Lily traced her finger down Eric’s vertical scar. It ran from just below his ribcage to just above where his pubic hair began, skirting around his navel as if it were a roundabout. Three months had passed since he’d had emergency surgery for a bowel obstruction and they were celebrating because, that day, he had regained his pre-operative weight again. “Mmmm…it’s so good to have you well again,” she said. Eric had fucked...

He asked, “Connie, tell me about your previous lovers. How did you lose your virginity?” I told him, "I lost it when I was sixteen. I matured early, developing breasts before many of the other girls in my grade at school. A boy two grades ahead of me asked me if I would go out with him, and I agreed. He took me to a movie. During the movie, he kept trying to touch my tits, groping at them like he was trying to pick out a...

Connie’s perspective: Philly was still sound asleep as I came out of the most restful and contented night of sleep I'd had in a very long time. I was still snuggled tightly against his body, with my head resting on his chest. I didn't move a muscle, not wanting to wake him before he was ready. As I lay there, his warm body felt so good, touching mine. His arm that had held me tightly to him as we fell asleep last night no...

The ceiling swam as if he were awakening still drunk after a bout of heavy drinking. Eric slowly realized he was coming around after the operation. ‘Made it, then,’ he thought to himself groggily. But he felt like he’d been hit by a car. His limbs all ached. His stomach felt…surprisingly ok, considering it had just been cut open and rearranged. Unblocked, in fact. The bowel obstruction had been massive, urgent and nearly...

The scent of cinnamon and roasted turkey lingered in our cozy home as we prepared to host our very first Thanksgiving for both sides of the family. I was excited and thankful for the ornate tableware that I found in the local store. My husband, Paul, suggested my mother-in-law would particularly like them. I arranged the table carefully with vibrant harvest decorations, the promise of laughter, and shared stories hanging...

Marga’s heart was thumping when Isobela opened the door to her. Was she making a mistake? Was she just going back to a relationship that was ultimately doomed? Or was life just too short to sacrifice even the briefest of sexual encounters? Marga had never expected to have an affair with a woman. She’d slept with several men in her early twenties and then, out of the blue sky, Isobela had rather swept her off her feet. Mar...

Quickie sex with Gerald? My husband? No, that wasn’t going to happen—or so I thought. Gerald was out of bed before I was. That rarely happens, especially on Saturdays. With one eye painstakingly kept in the darkness of my pillow, the other beheld my sexy husband with a towel around his waist and a cup of coffee for me in his hand. “Gracie. Grace, Grace. Let’s go to the nudie place today.” It was too early in the day (prob...

“…traumatised.” Vicki flinched as he said it. Yes, that’s what I am. Traumatised. A silly girl responding to my Knight because I’m ‘traumatised’. She pushed back from him, waiting until he’d finished talking on his radio. “I’m not traumatised,” she said, angrily, as soon as his hand lowered from the button. It was insulting. He’d kissed her back, hadn’t he? Had he been merely placating her? She moved back further, her ang...

His radio crackled. “Gerry, I swear to god, if you don’t get your ass down here pronto I’m leaving you up there all night. Do you have any idea what time it is? Becki will have my skin!” Gerry sighed. It had been a long shift, and it wasn’t his fault that the weather had slowed everything down. It was him up here, after all, while that idiot Jack was in the warmth of the portacabin, two hundred feet below. He lowered the...

Welcome back to my sexual autobiography! In this series of stories, I take questions I see posed on the Lush forums and answer them truthfully. And this poster wonders what sweet nothings have been whispered into my ear before, during and after the act! This one is kind of three questions in one. It's going to be a short but sweet story for two reasons. Firstly, I didn't have to think very hard about it. Secondly, it real...

To Jonathan Whyte, Priya Khan was the essence of beauty. Standing at an even five feet and always well put together. She had lush jet-black hair, charcoal eyes, silky brown skin, and pouting lips. Her curvy body caught many looks of lust from would-be suitors. Priya was aware that Jonathan pined for her, but she wasn’t the least bit attracted to him, at least not initially. At a few inches under six feet, Jonathan had a s...