“Mmm, warm!” I raked soft, sweet baked fruit spheres over her breast with the fork. “Ooo, cold!” Softened vanilla ice cream capped the other teat. Our licks and sucks swabbed each other’s nipples. She slathered my cock head and slurped it clean. Twice. Sticky handprints decorated hips and butt cheeks. Crust bits tumbled as she straddled me on the chair, sheathing my stiff cock. “Mmm, I love your warm homemade cherry cobbl...
"You like ‘em big?" My husband flirts with the blondie trying to haul an orange behemoth into her wheelbarrow. It seems she popped a few buttons of her plaid flannel in the process. "Aah surr' do." Her country-girl accent and dirty smile is pure temptation. "Got monster ones in the barn for the fair, wanna see 'em?" When I ask the price of those and she rakes her chocolate manicured nails on my husband’s denim-caged monst...
I look out the window as the sun sets behind the mountains. The cool air is causing the leaves to change, and the golden color glows in the evening light. I feel his stare before I hear his steps. He runs his hands along my arms, gently holding me in place as he sears a kiss into my shoulder. “You think too much.” I can hear his worry. And his intent of distracting me. I simply nod, my voice absent. “Let me help,” h...
The olives and the ochres of withered blades,Of conkers and hazel all through the gladeDark evenings, too soon the clock going back,Squirrels secreting their nutty snacksA ring of fairies dancing on the lawn,Appearing in the early dawn The cool breeze brings a dash of rain,Like tears on the window paneA double rainbow a lucky sign?Watching with your hand in mine Some might speak of the fall,Time to don coat and shawlNo m...
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Break me in your armsWhere the darkness licks our skin,Where the fire flays desireFrom my soul and breaks the silence,Where it turns the longing into hopeAnd twists the lightning, rolls the thunderAcross the trickles of shining sweat,The kiss of salt in trembling night,Devouring flesh where I first appearedBeneath the firmness of...
Falls here andI'mfallinglike autumn colored leaves,for a lovely lady,with nothing up her sleeves,but joyandblissandgladness,for sadnessdon't live here.Falls hereandI'm falling,like a tender tear -a tender tear of sweetness,as she holds me near.It's emotional completeness,with nothing left to fear.Falls hereandI'm fallingand the reason why is clear.Falls hereandI'm falling.Allpain andsorrowdisappear.
1. Love Sweet Love.love sweetloveis so elusive.so damnhard to holdon to.lose your gripand shewill slipawayandmakea foolofyou.let downyour guardfor justa momentand shewill stealaway.set freefromselfishboundariesshe'sthe devil'schildat play.love sweet loveis notexclusive.what's a human beingtodo?turn aroundfor justa momentshewill disappearfrom view.yetwhen theright onecomes alongshewill ruleyour heartand mindand fillyour da...
Granny Jane, what would be the best way to describe her? She was a beautiful woman in her late forties. She had beautiful blonde shoulder length hair and sharp grey-blue eyes. Her small nose sat above a thin glossy lipped mouth with pearly white teeth. She was a picture of beauty. Granny Jane wasn’t really anyone’s granny; in fact, she wasn’t even married. She started getting the nickname 'Granny Jane' when she was in her...
Don't you get it? I feel too much, I jump too soon. Even when I know That the ground will hurt. That there won't be water, Nor will there be a soft bed For me to land. Even when I know, You won't be there To catch me when I reach The end. I will still jump, Because you Whispered sweet nothingness That sounded like heaven. Because your eyes Seemed to pierce through me, Hypnotized me and controlled my actions. Beca...
Come with me on my autumn stroll, And see the beauty that I behold; Summer’s love has taken its toll As Autumn’s tale does now unfold. Every colour, each coppery hue, Every tint fills me with wonder; They make me dream, think of you Yet the little leaves are cast asunder. From little acorn to rich ochre berry, I pluck a morsel for you to cherish; Yet while the colours are making merry, Thou canst forget the leaves do peri...
