What is Jen up to? I ask myself as I click on the LushStories website. “Yeah!” I say to myself as a silly grin slips onto my face. There is a new competition and I normally do well at these. My mind suddenly goes into overdrive as my interest peaks. I read on. “Punked!” I exclaim, once again, to the four walls of my home office. “What the fuck!” I have no idea what that word means. Here I am, Mrs Rachael Andrews, forty-si...

I posed for Heather last week. She was the organizer of a meetup I attended. This is part two of the story about what happened yesterday when it was my turn to paint her. Heather wanted to avoid coming to my house to pose. I don't think she was concerned for her safety; after all, just last week, I was nude in her studio for three hours while she painted me. She hinted that if she came to my place, she'd have to tell her...

Edward yelled from the bottom of the stairs, "Come on, LeeAnn, we have to go; the Uber is waiting." The Annual Roosevelt Hospital Gala is tonight, February 13th, Valentine's Day Eve. It was an important night. Each year the hospital raises millions of dollars from this Gala for research and needed equipment. Edward and I have been going every year for over ten years. It is great fun, and we do a lot of good. Everyone is '...

04/07/10 12:58 GMT Well Carlotta— My strategy is about to pay handsome dividends. Come Monday 12th, you’ll be making good on every rash promise you’ve made. I have here a text message from the divine Miss Jordan, suggesting supper at my apartment this evening. My lovely Neely has been strangely moved by our recent interaction and has decided, it seems, to take a monumental step. Oh ye of little faith, Lotta. I’m about to...

Sapphire knelt like a good naked girl before the two quivering and manly fuck-poles. She reached out to caress the throbbing erections in both her palms and … “Oh my Lord …” This was so foolish. To be returning to Odyssey of Lust when Neely knew Ray was on his way, Sapphire’s slutty self-indulgence seeming an ever more enticing opposite to her abstinence. Since the picnic Neely had been downgrading the erotic promise of h...

26/06/10 11:26 GMT Carlotta— Right. Couple of developments since yesterday, both mildly problematic. Work is required on more than one front. Well, it keeps a guy focused. Neely called earlier, trying hard to sound calm and measured, but most definitely frayed underneath. I’m guessing the events of the past twenty-four hours have done much to unsettle her and that’s why she’s just cancelled our date. Oh she’s claiming chu...

Jenny returned with the towel and found me fast asleep in her bed. She cleaned me up and then folded her blanket over to cover me without having to move me. Jenny got dressed and prepared for her son's arrival. She was very pleased and impressed when she saw that I had cleaned everything up earlier. Johnny arrived home and had dinner with his mother. He asked where I was and she told him that I was sleeping after a busy d...

Neely forgot Jasmine’s personality-glitch as her own clouds of moral confusion returned to hover over her all the way to the café. She threw herself into work, chattering to customers as distraction from a swarm of thoughts which buzzed like her new toy. Thankfully Leo didn’t ask about the birthday gift. Her other job, her real job was haunting her as well, chiefly the planned lunchtime meet with Jonas. What a frame of mi...

24/06/10 23:12 GMT Carlotta, let me explain. Fucking roommate Jasmine was not part of the plan. Obviously. It happened spontaneously, explosively, as these things do with girls who don’t have Neely’s kind of scruples. And are inebriate. I went around there spur-of-the-moment. I’d dealt well, false modesty be fucked, with the aftermath of the birthday eating-out. I made all the right noises in my communications with Neely—...

The drums continued to thunder and fireworks lit up the night sky, as Lucas and Paulo led Sapphire hand in hand away from the crowd. Her head was spinning from the cachaca she had drunk. Its taste was still sweet in her mouth. “Where are you taking me, guys?” she asked with a giggle. “We’re going to show you what Carnival is all about,” said Paulo with a grin. Lucas laughed along with him. “Well you guys should know. You’...

19/06/10 21:02 GMT Okay, Carlotta, call this past week consolidation. Sexual chemistry was acknowledged on both sides, but our girl almost ran scared as a result, so it’s been necessary to calm things down. Even if it’s meant my taking part in a few ‘young-Christian’ dating activities. Prime example, the bowling evening. This allowed for some hands-on instruction on the pretext of improving her technique, but she bowled t...

“You seem such a great guy, Ray, and it’s really easy, really relaxing to hang out with you.” Thus had Neely attempted to initiate a serious chat over nachos in the Watershed Arts Centre’s café before they went in to see their arty Swedish vampire movie. It was easy to be with him, although not relaxing in every sense. Her stomach was inevitably tight in his presence. He’d leant across the table, totally focused on her. H...

12/06/10 21:18 GMT (extract) Well, Carlotta— There are few things which set the blood coursing to one’s dick more urgently than contemplation of deflowering a feisty young virgin—one who has kept her hymen intact for reasons of religion. I hadn’t considered the matter greatly, but so it turns out. It makes shower-room dalliances with skinny college sluts seem pointless and tawdry. Not that I should be totally dismissive o...