"(or, Anal Syrup and Pussy Pancakes) What a woman is willing to do for love..."
This story only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.It was one of those funny mornings, when it was still winter, but the sun streamed in through the window and the birds sang...
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.The wild geese fly through the pearl grey skies,Winging their way on Winter's breath.Gulls cry and squawk in the mudOf the estuary's banks,Pecking and...
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.You are in the hiss of the white glowing foamThat quickly crawls its wayUp the moonlit sand,Where tiny pinpricks of Neptune's starsTwinkle their way...
"This is a transcript of a voice message from a lass to her new lover, guiding his masturbation."
This story only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Message begins:"Hiya, lad. It's me. I said I'd call and leave you a message...I feel really embarrassed now, just talking to nothing but your...
"Part II of Willy: The naughty schoolgirl is disciplined."
This story only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Thrashing against herself, her ass bobbed up and down in desperate need of relief, and suddenly, from the doorway, a voice boomed out against...
"In honour of one year since finding, and joining, Lush."
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen, and the thief's Happy Bits will always smell of stinky cheese (not in a good way).You've taught me things I never dreamed,Created deepening...
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Hush and soothe this night away;Kiss the velvet skies to day;Hum a lullaby of peaceAnd let my love for you increase.Smooth my cheek and...
Baby stars hang in garlands above our heads,Smudges of rainbow amongst the fir boughsThat twinkle in dozy merriment.Like the passersby in the icy streets,They are oblivious to all but their own mirth.But we, we two,Beneath this scented tree,Cloying pine spliced...