I had woken up extra early. The little research I did on the usage of enemas, had taught me that the preparation, execution, the wait after the execution, and the aftermath, would take a considerable amount of time. Not something one should do when in a rush. Thankfully, the simple mixture of water and salt that I had mixed up, made for an easy and effective homemade enema. All-in-all, the procedure took up about an hour,...

Most of my meet-ups as a nineteen-year-old had been in Nottingham’s toilets, where I enjoyed receiving mutual wanks and blow-jobs from different men. I wasn’t aware of other places where I could get similar pleasures until a man who was stroking me at a toilet in the city happened to mention a local cruising ground. It surprised him that I hadn’t been there and suggested that I visit it. Woodland surrounds Nottingham’s Ra...

After lockdown eased, I needed to be fucked so urgently I could barely think. At first I was nervous, but then I reminded myself that not only had I been double-jabbed, I also hadn’t been anywhere. After several cups of tea to get my courage up and a rearrangement of bookshelves that I didn’t even try and pretend was anything other than procrastination, I ignored my pounding heart and signed onto Grindr. I hadn’t been on...

This chapter is from My Black Bob - a novel of trans erotic adventure. Click on my profile for a link to the rest! x I drift through Brighton, the fresh morning light clean and almost platinum in its glorious pale intensity. It’s Sunday and I have been conscious – often more than conscious, thanks to a cocktail of chemical enhancements I barely remember – for at least twenty-four hours. My underneath is a lovely combinati...

I sit in Dylan Rey’s hair salon on Tunbridge Wells High Street and stare at my new little black bob. I worried it wouldn’t suit my face, that I wouldn’t be able to manage the upkeep, and that at thirty-six I was too old. Scariest of all, if I didn’t have long hair would I look blokey – the perennial risk for a transgender woman? But it is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. A chunky, straight fringe hangs from a smal...

DISCLAIMER: This is a fantasy story depicting sexual acts involving adults. The story is intended for adult readers only. ----------------------------- She'd been working hard in the lead up to this night for months. It takes alot of planning and discipline to look and feel as good as she did as she began to prepare. The day had been spent exercising, fasting and hydrating. As she stepped into the shower after finally fin...

If you've read any of my previous writings here on Lush, you know by now, my wife has experienced some incredible and, for me,  almost unbelievable sexual experiences. To know her as I do and to hear her telling me about the men she was with and then things she did was impossible for me to fathom initially. But, as she told me of these exploits and went into such graphic detail, I came to the realization that, yes, indeed...

This fictional story was written by Alex Foremen and shall not be copied or re-produced. When I was in my early twenties I drove a tow truck. For the most part it was a great gig, but some days were better than others. One cold snowy day I responded to a call from a guy who slid off the road and got his car stuck in the snow. This was common, just hook-it-up and pull-it-out. But this 40ish guy told me he was sick of drivi...