Our New Toy
"The Perfect Toy"
I hear a sharp knock at the door, which I'm tempted to ignore wanting to continue to read in peace. However, I reluctantly put my book down and answer the door as I hear another quick knock. “Coming, coming,” I...
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Desert Heat
"Michelle's road side stop gives her the adventure she had been looking for."
Michelle was cruising down the highway with the top down on her car, singing at the top of her lungs to the feminist tone of the Beyonce hit song, Single Ladies. It was a song that she had recently adopted...
Kitten’s icey adventure
"She said she liked it hot, i challenged that."
The room was dark, and we had lost power. We had decided to light candles so that we could see around our small room. The flickering light licked up the walls of our small room. Our bed was big enough...
Somniloquy On A Midwinter’s Eve
"Sonnet #5: In trimeter and Spencerian rhyme"
Shivering, reviling Fading horrid nightmares, Shoot straight upright, smiling. Lust, love, and dear despairRendered naked and bare, Lurk beneath Winter's ice- Trapped in nearest nowhere. Just a roll of the dice From wine and sacrifice, A grand soliloquy- Apologies, paradise....
Paint Me A Picture
"A woman masturbates at her lover's request for a descriptive account."
Chloe slid the key card into the slot. The little green light blinked twice and she heard the click. Pushing open the door, she struggled to get in to the sitting room with her computer bag and bucket of ice....
That’s What Best Friends Are For Chapter 3
"As the evening concludes, Breanne has to play another game with her new house mates"
When I did the dishes, now with a full stomach, I hummed a little tune I had heard and liked in the radio, but not gotten the name of. It felt a bit strange, doing it naked, especially when the...
Shaving Grace
"My boyfriend takes full advantage when I finally agree to let him shave my pussy..."
I remember when I first started to pay attention to my pussy hair. It was many years ago, when I first began seeing Evert. He was a few years older than me and liked everything to be ‘just so’. He...
She’s late
"She arrives late... and he doesn't like that too much."
The crisp, winter air bit into her exposed thighs as she stood at his doorstep. She stopped, nerves rising from her stomach, and took a moment to straighten herself, pulling her crisp white stockings up, straightening her black pleated skirt...
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.This morning winter air sings with dreams of ice,The Snow Queen's discarded raiments festoonedUpon the bulrushes that reach to the weak sunFrom the solid,...