Katie's hand flew up over my mouth, even though I was being dead silent. We listened for a few moments as our seemingly drunk mother stumbled around the kitchen. I heard the fridge open and close, but nothing was put in or taken out. Luckily, though the couch is visible from the kitchen, it is facing away and the back of the couch blocks visibility of anyone laying down. This was obviously especially lucky, since her son...

Author's Note: As always, this story is hard to categorize... a little group, bondage, and bi overtones. But mostly it's a story of loving wives. As always, if you'd like an illustrated version just email me at **********They say that confession is good for the soul. In this case at least, it was certainly proving to be good for the libido. Even after spending most of the morning and a good part of the afternoon telling s...

One boyTwo boysThree boys FourThe ones I choose,My candy storeThey make me laugh They make me cryAnd promise NEVERTo cum in my eyeYou are felt intenselyin different waysI can't help but seek youOut to playSo Sexy, So cleverSo funny and smartChrist! One of youCould break my heart!One boyTwo boysThree boys FourAlways pushing to find out moreI slowly open up and slipWith thoughts of you savouring and tasting my lipOne for th...

After a lengthy chat with a friend here on lush a week or so ago I found myself compelled to write yet another tale of sensual incestuous delights. Consider this one inspired by a guy I admire and the lady he courts.“You two know not to have any parties while we’re gone,” Cameron’s mother had told him and his little sister as she and their father got ready to leave for the weekend. They’d been looking forward to it for mo...

  A very long story. It's around 18,000 characters before it gets to the super steamy parts. If you want a short story with a thin plot, this is not for you. It takes a long time to set up a semi-believable scenario. The point of view, and narration switches fluidly. This is not by accident, this is how I like to write my stories. Enjoy,Terry pulled the black stockings up her soft leg, her dress barely covering her soft,...

When I was 16 I decided I had a lot of questions about sex and related things but not enough answers and the web wasn't helping me much. I decided to turn to my aunt, a understanding lady who's around 40 but single. I called her and asked her if she could help me with some of my questions and she said sure and invited me over. Walking to her house I did not know what to expect, I felt like I was doing something horribly w...

The past weeks had been terrible. My wife Suzie – well I should say ex-wife at that point – and I had just passed through all that divorce crap. It had taken us several months to get it all settled. It felt as if we had wasted more time fixing all that rights-stuff than during our three years of marriage . Well, at last it was over yet but I didn't really know how to feel about it. I couldn't say whether I was sad or happ...

“Over my lap girl, now,” Graham said, sitting on the edge of the bed. I glared at him from across the room. “No. Make me!” His eyes flashed with desire and I felt the breath leave my lungs. This was our favourite game and neither of us ever held back. Safety words were for amateurs. He sighed. “Do I have to restrain you, Sam?” “Ha! It’s the only way you’re going to get me.” I stood loosely rocking on the balls of my feet...

[Note: This was written by my nephew Steve, myself (Coffeedude), with input from Ginger. All of the participants were at least eighteen years old, and their names have been changed.] Jason and I were watching one of the NFL games when I looked out the window to our frat house and saw two girls from our Greek sorority walking up the sidewalk. I got up and went to the door. As I opened it they came in shivering. Heidi, the...

I watched her closely as she stood at the front of the little stage looking out into the audience. The stage was less than eighteen inches higher than the small dance floor in front of it. There were no more than ten tables, each with two double wide comfortable chairs, that might even be classed as divans or love seats. All were occupied by couples, nestling down into the deep and soft upholstery. My being here was the r...

Molly was pissed.   “How did I get talked into this?”   She thought as she pulled on her tight jeans and sucked in her breath so she could close the zipper.   As reluctant as she was to keep this appointment, it had taken her longer than normal to get going.   Now she was running very late and was fumbling around her bathroom in a half-hearted attempt to look presentable before she went out. Her vibrant and usually smilin...