In the pixelated glow of a screen-lit night, We stumble upon each other, what a beacon of light. We typed our secrets, a dance of erotic tales, Each message we sent, is a story we have. Your words wrapped around me, spicy and sweet, With each playful banter, my heartbeat did fleet. I posted my pictures, exposing my flair, You showered me with compliments, a digital affair. Our playlists intertwined, notes floating in air,...

1. Connection, excitement, danger Three weeks ago If you want to change the world, sometimes all it takes is a kind word. In my case, it came from a very pretty face with a very dirty mind. She sought me out after reading my Lush profile and said, “Hello. I used to feel like you do, with no self-esteem, anxiety, and depression. I saw you were online. How are you feeling tonight?” My wife and I no longer connected on an em...

The morning sun streamed through my window, waking me up to a winter wonderland outside my bedroom window. White flakes were still lightly falling as the last vestiges of the storm said goodbye. The overnight snow laid a blanket of three inches outside. The snow glistened as the morning sun’s rays reflected off the pristine covering. There is something so romantic about a new snow. It just calls out to cozy up by a fire o...

For Sarah, home is not the kind of place you and I would want to find ourselves. It’s not warm, comfortable or has any of the creature comforts that normal people have. There’s no television or microwave. In fact, there’s not even a bed or a decent duvet and it certainly lacks a bedside cabinet; nowhere to put those little items that one accumulates over time, such as dildo and vibrator. Hygiene – huh! What’s that? There’...

Years of being togetherLove felt each dayEach day is a little betterThat's why we both stayHelping when we canListening and being patientFor this is our planThis gives us motivationLove needs to be tended toYou can never walk awayThis love is always trueOur love fills our daysOur hearts need affectionWe need love to growThankfully, there's a connectionOur love never plateausUnderstanding each otherAlways somebody to lean...

The weekend was rapidly coming to a close. It never really lasts long enough, and on this Sunday night, facing a busy working week, I sent my weekend fuck home and decided to turn in early for a good night’s sleep. After showering and tidying the bathroom, I climbed into bed. Thankfully, my weekend fuck had changed the sheets. We’d sure made a mess. When that bitch gets off — damn, she floods the place, squirting like no...

Every day there's another reason, another sign that tells me you are special. It might be the lighthearted tone you take with me or the sound of your laughter. Perhaps it's the message you left the other day or falling asleep working on the next one.Or how you seem to forget about your own problems in order to help me get over mine. You always know what makes me happiest and you take such joy in seeing me happy. Whatever...

This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.I hold in my hands a pretty box.This smooth, clean, white paperWith the silver flecks,Like shining tears of joy,Glistens in the sunlightAs I offer it to you.I tied this red ribbon myself.It was the best that I could buy,And I shaped the bowSo that just one tug will open the knotAnd send the ribbon sliding to the floor.I hold out...

This poem only available on Lush StoriesThere is so little time.I lie here, staring out of the windowAt the stars,As they twinkle their ambivalent gaze back at me.And I think of you.These tears slide, first hotly as they leave me,And then coldly like a river of mercury down my cheekIn this starlight and candlelight.They speak of what would have,Could have,Might have been.But never will.You never saw me.Not really.You saw...