I had hoped to be wanted and wanton, free of the cage that is built around me, a tight brown box that no longer fits my expanded soul. Just wanton and wanted for a few hours, hair down, blouse unbuttoned, one shoe on, not contained, hard hands that want me on my soft body. I don't like this feeling. I am rejected, fallen from my hopeful horse. Maybe just by circumstance, but the result is the same, Pushed down in the stic...

Ah, Masturbation. What would we shy gentlemen do without you? We will be forever grateful for your ability to sate our need.   We're not like those other men that can chat up some unsuspecting young vixen. Then promptly bed her as if they'd been dating for months.  Only to use them until their interest is lost, discarding them like a damp tissue. We have to wine and dine them for weeks. Just as we believe we are getting c...

“Thank you for your submission. Unfortunately, having carefully considered your proposal, we don’t feel we are in a position to proceed with it at this time. ” Catherine let the paper fall from her fingers and slide onto the kitchen table. She picked up the next envelope. “Thank you for your novel proposal. We regret that at the moment we are not accepting any unsolicited work.” She opened the final letter. “Thank you for...

When I was dressed and ready to leave, Philip came with me to the front door. "Are you sure you won't let me take you?" he asked sadly. I placed my finger on his lips and shook my head. "I have to go or I will miss the bus," I said gently and kissed him. "Please be careful," he answered. I smiled and turned and hobbled down the path. At the gate I stopped and waved, blowing him a kiss. He looked so sad and it really tugge...

The gaping chasm beckons, tempting me to just lean a little, Feel the calm from below, the chill that numbs all thoughts and feeling. No more pain or confusion. What a blessing, no more illusions. The silence of emptiness creeps up through my toes, Starves my capillaries. My skin purples, and my heart slows. Catatonic bliss... My tired mind craves that gift. A familiar warmth from behind disrupts my laissez faire. Closing...

It was looking to be a busy week. My wife was scheduled to arrive on Friday morning. The weekend would be full, with dinners, sightseeing and looking at houses for when my family comes out permanently. Complicating matters was Lucy. Ever since I told her about Susan's visit she has been trying to arrange a day to come over to my place before the visit. I finally relented and told her to come over on Thursday. Perhaps fuck...

This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Ache inside,I grip my thighs aroundImaginary hipsAnd feel your weightPress down upon meWith kisses for my lips.Hunger, yearning,Lust and desperation,Passion, loneliness,Depths of strong frustration.Undulations lost in the dark,Sweat trickling for something I can never have;Images of arms and growing flesh,Rising and falling of ga...

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...