Don't offer me glamour. Don't gift me fake real. No cheerleaders or drug dealers, no crop tops and high heels, no beginner's guide to BDSM in a simple ABC. No sorority sluts and their slumber party sex, no handymen visits to frustrated housewives, no hotel bar hook ups, no stepbrothers or stepsisters, no teenage nubiles seeking well-aged cock. No aunties and adolescents, no Daddies, no Mommies, no strip poker nights with...
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.I see the cold, pale moonlightSpear through the windowOnto the damp-cold wood of the hallway.It stabs viciously,A burning ache of hungerFor my misery to be called forth.But how can it call misery,When misery spills out and overflowsDown the steps of the front door,Black ink seeping into wet, wan parchmentAnd feathering ugly finge...
As we traveled down the long stretch of highway in my convertible, heading to my parents cottage I looked over to my sexy 21 year old bomb shell girlfriend sitting in the passenger side. Amber was very sexy, probably one of the sexiest and smartest women I have ever knew. She was Chinese-Canadian, born here in Canada but her parents moved here about 30 years ago. Amber was 5'4", 105lbs, long black hair, brown eyes and act...
I have Sabrina half naked, her skirt and panties removed, abandon somewhere in the living room, when the phone rings. It's her husband. "Hi," she says leaning into the phone, her silk blouse looking as immaculate as it did when she arrived at the office this morning. "Just stopped by to grab a bite to eat," she says. I'm standing in the hallway within earshot of the master bedroom, impatiently waiting naked and with a har...
