The last bar on the Christmas pub crawl pulsed with a merry vibrancy that seemed to shimmer around Holly Winters as she entranced. The ambient of twinkling lights kissed her platinum-blonde hair. Her Mrs. Claus outfit—velvet-red and trimmed with white faux fur, with a hemline that flirted with audacity—was as arresting as the woman herself, magnetizing the gaze of every reveler in the room. The air resounded with the rauc...

His voice, low and husky, Whispers of desire in my ear, Electricity sparking between us, Igniting a fire that cannot be tamed. His hands, exploring my curves, Gripping, teasing, tantalizing, Sending shivers down my spine, As we delve into the realms of ecstasy. With a naughty glint in his eye, He knows just how to push my buttons, Taking me to the edge and back again, Leaving me breathless, wanting more. His hunky physiqu...

It’s that time of year again, When we wait for ole Kris Kringle To fill our Christmas stockings, And make our pussies tingle. He’s got a giant package, And a really full sac And if I’m not mistaken, Not just on his back. He says that I’ve been naughty, And deserve a lump of coal. But he’ll leave me a present, If he can hammer every hole. I sit on Santa’s lap, And tell him what I need, To stuff me with his candy cane And f...

Halloween was not my favourite day of the year. The creeping Americanisation of life in England was something I felt should be resisted at all costs. To that end, I had no decorations, and no house lights, making my house as unwelcoming as possible. I'd eaten a decent beef casserole earlier, washed down with a couple of glasses of red wine, and was settling down to some baroque music and a good book. I hadn't sat down for...

Three spokes of a Mercedes Benz emblem sat etched into leather before my eyes. I didn’t even see it, for the same reason that my knuckles had turned a ghostly white as my grip burrowed deeper into the steering wheel. I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be doing this... A glance up at my surroundings only made the anxiety spill out of my chest and plummet like a cruel anvil into my stomach. I had poured hours upon hours of re...

Chapter One “You’re doing it on purpose, aren’t you,” Holly says, trying to concentrate on the road ahead. “Oh I’m sorry, is this distracting?” Alex answers, moving the tips of his fingers up Holly’s smooth legs. “In case you hadn’t noticed, I am driving. And if you carry on like this I am going to end up slipping off my seat,” she says playfully. “And what a shame that would be,” he replies, admiring the beauty of her gr...

“Hey mum,” said Tobias, as he closed the door behind him. “Hey love. How was your shift?” “Oh, fine, fine. Listen, I’m going out tonight, OK?” Eliska froze. Could tonight be the night? “Oh, that sounds fun. Will you be late?” “I’ll be out a while, so I’ll keep quiet when I get back.” “OK, love.” Tobias bustled around his room, got dressed, and had dinner. As he did so, Eliska texted her best friend, Anna. “He’s going out...

Recently, I saw a post on the Lush forums asking, “What is the sluttiest thing you’ve done?”. Frankly, if true, there were stories on that thread that made my answer look tame. But I had an answer, of course. And it is time for my first story in the “True” genre. The scenarios in my stories have always been fictional, although there have been grains and nuggets of truth in some of them. I occasionally slip details from re...

There she goes, That naughty pussy. Nobody knows, That naughty pussy. Off the walls, That naughty pussy. Plays with balls, That naughty pussy, Up all night, That naughty pussy. Won't sit tight, That naughty pussy. Never seems right, That naughty pussy.

"Cum all over my face, daddy." Her words sounded very clear, yet it was only a dream. I awoke, my cock very hard and my pulse racing. "What the hell has that girl done to me?" I asked myself. I got out of bed and stepped into the bathroom. Turning on the cold water, my erection soon softened and went limp as I prepared myself for the day ahead. It had been a few weeks since I last saw Zoey. I wish I could say we hooked up...

He wasn’t her usual type, but there was something alluring about him. Perhaps it was his generous nature or his hearty laugh. Or, maybe, it was how he seemed to know everything about her. It could even be the way he would pull her on his lap and tickle her neck with his soft beard. Whatever it was, she couldn’t resist him. As he let himself into her house, he asked, “Have you been naughty?” “Very naughty!” she replied. “B...