I was just sixteen when I began to learn How acting bad would make my bum burn. My mother and father never spared the rod. They thought beating me was ordained by God. But such punishment did not deliver me, And I became a slut, as anyone can see. From dirty words to naughty pranks My adventures earned me lots of spanks. But lying bare-bottom over daddy's knee Just encouraged me to act more naughtily. But daddy spanked me...

When dealing with sexual frustration (frustration) Because wifely duties are not done. (are notdone) When the better half blames menstruation, (menstruation) A polite man knows what is to be done. (to be done.) A discrete man need not grow agitated (agitated) That his good wife is not a nasty one. (nasty one) Instead his cock should be insinuated (insinuated) Where light never reaches from the sun. (from the sun.) So when...

Blessed bare on the enchanted summit.What lies there? Puss-puss or somewhat.How delightful is this glimmering sight!Breasts heaving in that armour tight.Siegfried is taken by amorous fits.The armour’s off; My God! What tits!“Mommy, Mommy. Looky, looky!Brünnhilde’s boobs and naked nookie!”‘Das ist kein Mann’, Siegfried surmisesAs more than just the curtain rises.His hand trembles on his beating heartAnd even more throbbing...

I am not a good example of young ladies of this century. My peers say I am much too fey and not what I am meant to be. I eschew Fox News and biased views because I am all too smart To fall for tricks by right wing pricks who for us do not give a fart. Through college and high school I realize I was a nerd, Vilified and demonized by teens who acted so absurd. I confess to being brainy, drawn to brightness like a moth, But...

Dedication: This story is just a bit of fun and is respectfully dedicated to all the tireless story checkers on Lush, whose hard work makes this site possible and who have to put with rubbish like this every day. Also, thanks must go to Fugly, whose story "Bag of Lush All Sorts" was the inspiration for this piece.I was in only my second month at Global Biofuels and still finding my way around the organisation. As the head...

Anal “You like that, don’t ya Fugs, hey?” asked Eric. “You like a big cock going deep in that sweet tight little puckered up ass?” “You know I do, Babe,” I said between thrusts. “But, do you want to talk or fuck?” “Oh, let’s talk please,” Eric smirked. “How was your day, sweetheart?” “Well asshole, it was going fine... until you opened your mouth. So, stop being a smart ass, shut up and”... BDSM “Take it like the bitch yo...

CHAPTER ONE: The sensual erotic love story continues "Hello Fugs," said Mr Noodle Cock, as I gently pushed and pulled his pee hole to make him talk, "I am not in a very good mood today, in fact I am so angry I am at the point where I could explode!" "Oh, what's the matter babe?" "Shit Fugs, they are after me. I need to find some place to hide, somewhere dark," Mr Noodle Cock – a.k.a Noodles, a.k.a Instant Noodles - said a...

I couldn't believe what the fuck was happening. There was Eric, proud as punch with his cock shoved in some slut's mouth, occasionally glancing over at me with a 'Wow, look at me, I'm getting head' smile on his stupid face. I love him to death, but boy, does he piss me off sometimes; no sorry, actually it’s a lot of the times.It was Déjà vu and I was living my High school prom all over again. Well, not the cock in the mou...

Have you ever been in a position where your sexual desires totally over-ruled your sensibility? Where you knew it was wrong, but oh boy, it feel so right, so multi-orgasmic right? Well, tonight was one of those times! When Eric asked/pleaded for me to wear a bag, I thought he was just kidding. I was about to tell him, he was out of his fucking, fucked up, drug induced, schizophrenic mind, but that was until I looked into...

  Sam was startled — and annoyed — by the blaring of a car horn while he sat parked along with a thousand other drivers on Interstate 5. What exactly did this genius expect to accomplish by honking here when the logjam was well out of sight, probably several miles ahead? He shook his head. Not a local, that’s for sure, he thought. Washingtonians, especially those who lived so close to ultra-polite Canada, only honked in a...