Some context to this story is I was assaulted and didn't want to have sex for a bit. I told my boyfriend and he was sympathetic and understanding. Soon I started wanting to have rougher sex and he was unable to really get into it. Our sex life was vanilla, and I was fine before, but it wasn't satisfying me anymore. He is great otherwise, supportive, funny, smart, great to talk to. I was pretty much only fantasizing and ma...
I had hoped to be wanted and wanton, free of the cage that is built around me, a tight brown box that no longer fits my expanded soul. Just wanton and wanted for a few hours, hair down, blouse unbuttoned, one shoe on, not contained, hard hands that want me on my soft body. I don't like this feeling. I am rejected, fallen from my hopeful horse. Maybe just by circumstance, but the result is the same, Pushed down in the stic...
In case you hadn’t figured out from my previous stories, I have never really conformed to society’s norms when it comes to matters of sex and sexuality. I have always had an overactive libido. Okay, if the truth be told, I’ve always been a bit of a slut. My sex drive has more in common with a guy’s actually. I was always very popular with the guys in high school because, well, I often had sex on the first date and the oth...
Welcome back to my sexual autobiography, writing stories that answer questions that I see on the Lush forums with true tales! This poster asks, what is the hottest place I’ve ever had sex? I liked this question because it allows for multiple memories to bubble to the surface. Does he mean the hottest in terms of temperature? Or the hottest in terms of sexiest/most romantic? Well, in the interest of covering my bases, I’ll...
A transfer within the company sent me on the road a few times a year. It hadn't taken long for me to realize that once the barriers to cheating are breached, it becomes easier, almost normal. By the time this story happened, hotel bars had led three total strangers to my rooms. Plus, I was still carrying on with George and his wife, Melanie. But until this, the hotel room stories were too ordinary to write about. It start...
As the first morning light filters through the curtains, I wake up in the comfort of my Sir’s embrace, savoring the lingering warmth of last night’s closeness. When Sir and I returned to our hotel room, we were consumed with insatiable need. My back pressed against the plush sheets as he moved on top of me, our hands frenziedly roaming as we surrendered to the scrumptious passion that had been building between us all even...
As the sun sets below the horizon, Sir and I walk hand in hand along the sandy beach, the waves crashing beneath our feet. A gust of wind threatens to lift my flimsy dress, and I grasp onto it, holding it down to prevent prying eyes from discovering I’m not wearing panties. Such a bad girl! I feel drops of my essence drip from my damp, petal-smooth folds, sliding down the tender skin of my inner thighs. For a moment, I co...
"I'm really having a great time," Dorothy said, a twinkle in her eye as she looked at me. "I'm glad we decided to do this." "So am I," I replied, taking her hand. The getaway was the first weekend we'd had all to ourselves since we first slept together. It gave us plenty of time just to be together and enjoy each other. I glanced at Dorothy. I was seeing her in a new way since that night. Even when I first met her, she wa...
DISCLAIMER – Our vacation trip to a resort on the French Polynesian Island of Moorea in which we encountered a Championship Australian Rules Football team (that had periodic late-night card games) is true. However, the names applied to members of that team (both players and coaches) in this, or any other story written by us are fictitious. Any unintentional resemblance to the actual names of team members at the resort dur...
“ULTRA HOT VINTAGE PORNO SHORTS FROM THE 20’S TO THE 70’S” advertised the DVD case. The text is superimposed over a black-and-white image of a woman lying on her stomach. She looks to be holding a phone in one hand, but it might also be her hair against her neck. She’s lying down in kind of a relaxed seal-stretch, such that her breasts are visible hanging down. There’s no other way to describe them than ‘hanging down’. I...
A poised saleswoman stepped forward, presenting a sleek massage glove that emitted a soft buzz. Expertly, she trailed it across Sir's back before shifting to mine, its gentle vibrations eliciting a delightful tingle up my spine. "No thanks," Sir declared, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Why not?" I retorted. "It was quite pleasant." He smirked. "It's merely a vibrating glove. While it might fall short of a professional...
At seventeen, I fit the textbook definition of a geek to a tee. I was introverted, often finding solace in my internal world rather than in large groups. Shyness was an ever-present companion, and my perfectionist tendencies were evident in everything I did. Deep-seated religious beliefs were central to my life, and I still proudly wore my virginity as a badge of honor. The entire dating scene? It was just not my cup of t...
Desiring a dramatic switch-up, I dyed my platinum locks black. Gazing at the ghastly gray-green result, tears flowed. Sir, trying to comfort me, joked, "Well, no need for a wig at the costume party!" Sobbing, I retorted, "I'm the spitting image of a witch!" With a mischievous grin, Sir responded, "If you were a witch, fairytales would be obsolete. Every prince would be too consumed with ravishing your tempting body to eve...
In my first year at university, I lived in a dorm room on campus. At the time of these events, I had broken up with my first girlfriend and was beginning to wonder (as the band sang) what the hell I was doing here. There were a couple of friends from my high school at this uni including B, a girl who I had always gotten on well with and who was also a friend of the afore-mentioned ex. B was from a strict and slightly secr...
B and I went on our first date as teenagers. I was an eighteen-year-old high school senior, and she was a nineteen-year-old college freshman. It was my senior prom, and I was the only guy there who was able to score a date with a college girl. I treated B like a gentleman should. Bought her a beautiful corsage that matched the dress, took her out to a lovely dinner, and made sure to show her off to all my friends and team...
