Emma arrived in the train's dining car, wearing a stunning, strapless red dress she had impulsively bought before her trip aboard Amtrak's California Zephyr route. It was nearly Christmas, and the car was festively decorated. She found a table by herself, setting her camera next to her. She was still reeling from the previous month, where her long-time boyfriend abruptly broke up with her, resulting in a creative void for...

I walked Bruno in the park yesterday. He had fun lifting his leg and sniffing everything in sight. He saw a bitch and ran to meet her. They jumped and sniffed and wagged their tails. Her owner hurried up. His chest bulged with muscle. He slipped a lead onto his dog, then said hello... Five hours later, my bed was bouncing and there was one less condom in my stash. Marco's hands played with my breasts while I stroked my cl...

It was the summer after my sophomore year in college. I was visiting my college roommate Lisa at her mom's house in Northern Virginia. I had gone to her house many times over the summer, but this weekend Lisa's mom was out of town so we would have her house to ourselves. Like many weekends before, we decided to go dancing in Georgetown. We went to one of our favorite bars first, but it was very crowded and full of Marines...

Based on a true story... Sian was at home, alone. She had been out the night before with her uni friends and was feeling a little worse for wear. It was one of those lingering, long hangovers you only get from a messy night out. It was late evening now, around 8 p.m. All she had done that day was take a shower around midday, put on her pyjamas - just some plain white pyjama shorts and a tiny black tank top - and lounge ar...

It’s 6:30 Sunday morning. I can’t sleep and a man is sleeping in my bed. I have no idea what his name is. I am such a slut. I went out last night with my friend Katy. We went to dinner at a nice restaurant. When we were finished, it was early and neither one of us wanted to go home. She suggested that we go out and have a drink. That sounded fine to me and we wound up at a little beach bar in St. Petersburg. It’s a nice p...

Marga looked out of the bus at the loveliest sunrise she could remember seeing. The star was rising, a deep, bloody red and around it the sky was every shade of orange, blue and white. ‘Like a burst hymen,’ she thought to herself, then thought, ‘Eewww! Gross!” with a giggle. Marga was back on the market, having decided that her recent lesbian affair with Isobela, while enjoyable, was not something she could commit to long...

Welcome back to my sexual autobiography, in which I answer questions that I see on the Lush Forums for which I have a true answer! The question is, what do you notice when you see a penis for the first time? I’d like to thank the poster for this one, as it wasn’t something I’d really thought of before. It made me think, and it involved a fun trawl through my sexual scrapbook. I have heard that, for less confident men, the...

The first of October had been the longest day of Sara’s life. She’d awoken early, bathed, dressed, and gone out to cast her first vote. Her parents had told her, “We know this is important to you. But stay out of trouble. Please, for us.” It was the day that the provincial government of Catalonia held an unauthorized referendum on independence from Spain, and she’d been in the thick of the action. They’d peppered her with...

Perhaps no Saint is so roundly cursed as St. James is on the Roads to Santiago. He was certainly receiving a volley of expletives from Mariona T. as she shouldered her bag for the final two hours of the day. Her feet ached. Her shoulders were sore. She felt like a woman twice her age. It was day eight of their pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostela. Every day, they walked for five or six hours before crashing into a hostel...

Dani James sat down for a few minutes to rest her aching feet. It had been a grueling shift in the ER, and there was still an hour to go. New Year’s Eve was always a hectic night at St. Evangeline Hospital because people in this town tended to be idiots when it came to celebrations, and foolishness outweighed common sense. She’d seen a variety of issues over the past several hours. Injuries due to car accidents that they’...

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...