As I was searching for the perfect lace teddy for my anniversary night, I felt my unknown admirer’s eyes devouring my body in my blue floral print skater dress. She thought she was being cautious, but I had noticed her following me around the store from a distance. She was around my age, forty or so, with red hair and freckles that contrasted with her green eyes and pale skin. She wore a black tank top and black wet look...

Luna squeezed his cock and sputtered half a giggle, the kind that almost sounds like a tiny cough. He was marble hard, standing thick and substantial. Her grip was iron tight, forcing a rush of blood into the tip that made his crown swell and flush an arrogant purple. The final seepage spilled off the ridge, down the exposed length of shaft and over her knuckles in a rolling fall of spunk, like hot wax dripping down a can...

This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Lost in a storm of passions unmet,Flayed by the lash ofSalt-sour tears,Flesh trembles cruel from theRaking of the gazeYou do not burnInto my skin.Writhing, entwining on wings ofDank and drearyDismayed dreamsAnd webs asunder,The howl of the moon is as lonelyAnd lostAs IIn its bitter perfume,In its gaping, aching, tightening furyTh...

My honeypot is sweet My lovers delight and treat Slowly his kisses up my thigh Where soon a mark he will apply I wiggle and squirm in anticipation Pacing myself for the duration Softly he sucks my swollen lips As I move and grind my hips Like a soft velvet snake My juices he will take But first he pleases every inch As he reaches up my nipple he'll pinch His tongue glides through my needy lips As my fingers his head tight...

Today I used your drill That mighty powerful toolI was looking for a thrillIt was hard and felt so cool It was pounding and thrusting Going in and out And a little adjusting"Fuck," I did shout I held that mighty handleNot too tight or too loose It was fatter than a candle And full of powerful juice Ohh I felt like a goddessIn command of this tool In my short skirt I looked hottestStanding up on the stool Just then you cam...

This story only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.There is a time in every lass's life when she imagines what a big, hard cock-pounding would be like. There is also a time when she can't get hold of a cock for love nor money. And what does she do, in such a situation? She buys a vibrator. Or a dildo. Or a banana. Or maybe, if she's ambitious, a cucumber. I'm sure some lasses co...

Just as he walks into the room Every time I see him I swoon Thanking the heavens above And all the gods for his love I look deep into his chocolate eyes Making me want his cock on the rise Every day and night, making love with him is a surprise Each touch makes my body tingle from my Tits so big down to my thighs that will mingle Just as he touches me gently A quiver begins within me intentlyDown in my love canal my juice...

This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Electric silver threads danceAnd sparkle 'neath her skin;Biting, shimmering lightningNips across her pretty moundAs a wet and sultry breathWeighs so heavy on her lustAs her legs spread wide and welcoming,So enters nowYour tongue.Aching, open cuntBegs with shining, slipp'ry juiceFor the plunge of wriggling thrusting'Neath her sodd...

This story only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.What would I do if I could be with you?In my black lace underwear, I'd kneel before you, undoing your belt and zip. I'd pull down your trousers and pants to your knees, and breathe hotly over your exposed cock and balls. I'd put my hands around you, and squeeze your bum cheeks as I fluttered my eyelashes up your soft shaft, unti...

When did I last wash this sheet?It must be nearly a month. That’s awful. God, I’m such a slut. Just look at the dried-up stains on it. All that remains Of four weeks of fucks. I remember that big stain there,Where Dan fucked me feverishly one night:Then left me,Because he had an early lecture the next day.While I lay alone drifting off to sleepSemen seeping slowly out of meMaking a wet sticky patchThat I curled into a cor...

This story only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen."Oh, Mr. Wankles! You just don't understand." The little fat fairy plonked herself down onto the dandelion pouffe, causing her skirt to fly up and reveal her rather substantial knickers."Ooo, purple lace today, Daisy," leered Mr. Wankles."Certainly is, young-fella-me-lad," she sighed."And what sort of a problem cannot be solved...