Nora Olivia pulled a chair out, ushering Nora to sit. As she took her seat, Nora caught that now-familiar scent of sea salt and sage. She breathed in deeply, wanting to commit the luxurious fragrance to memory. “You look incredible,” Olivia said, her eyes scanning up and down Nora’s body as she took the seat to her left. Her gaze lingered for a fraction longer on the exposed skin of Nora’s thigh. The high slit in her dres...

Chapter 12 Nora “Alright, what about this one?” Nora walked over to her kitchenette where she had her phone propped up on the countertop. She spun around, letting Charlotte see every angle of the form-fitting dress she had on. It was a deep red silky slip dress that hit just below her knees with a slit up to her thigh. The thin straps at her shoulders showed off the dainty gold necklace laying delicately across her collar...

Chapter 10 Nora Nora’s stomach was in knots as she sat at her desk on Monday afternoon, waiting for her meeting with Olivia. The team that had been assembled for the Indigo Lights campaign was getting together to meet with the client and go over what would be expected of them on this project. This would be the first time Nora and Olivia would see each other since Saturday morning when Nora was rushed out of Olivia’s apart...

Nora Nora woke Saturday morning to the sound of an ambulance whizzing by on the street outside. She squinted her eyes as the early morning sunlight streamed in through the windows, directly onto her face. At some point during the night, she and Olivia had untangled from each other. Next to Nora, Olivia now slept soundly on her stomach, the bedsheet only covering her from the waist down, revealing the pale, flawless skin o...

Nora “What the fuck is taking so long?” Nora whined under her breath as she looked down to check the time on her phone. It was nearly 8:45 am and her subway train had been stuck, unmoving for almost twenty minutes now. She had a staff meeting at 9:15 and hadn’t even made it into Manhattan yet. She would surely be late… again. Nora mustn’t have been as quiet as she’d hoped because the old woman sitting next to her turned t...

Welcome back to my sexual autobiography! In this series of stories, I take questions I see posed on the Lush forums and answer them truthfully. And this poster wonders what sweet nothings have been whispered into my ear before, during and after the act! This one is kind of three questions in one. It's going to be a short but sweet story for two reasons. Firstly, I didn't have to think very hard about it. Secondly, it real...

It was just a normal Tuesday. Another day at the office, I'm listening to Spotify, rushing home in my car. I'm so ready to get out of these clothes. I pull in, and step out onto the gravel, and as the land crunches beneath me, I sprint to the door. I can see through the window that it's dark, with some flickering, which feels weird. Was my husband home? He usually is on a Tuesday at 5:30. When I open the door, I notice th...

That dreaded sound rang through the dark bedroom and Sarah groggily reached out to stop it. Reluctantly she opened her eyes and looked at the time- the ungodly hour of six-thirty stared back at her. Sarah gave a small sigh- she had to be at work in an hour, before which she wanted to shower, eat breakfast, maybe even go for a run. But that meant that she had to get up out of this warm bed.  her husband, David,  moved slig...

Remember that time in the dark,  Remember that time in the sunlight,  Remember that time in the car,  Remember... Remember when we didn't need to be silent.    Each flicker of your tongue on my skin burns the same way it always has done. I yern to moan, to grip, to grab. As I did when we didn't need to be silent.  You tease me and then shush me.    Each press of your hands against my flesh, the way your fingers coax and t...