Let’s start with some information about me. I am a thirty-something divorced woman. Some call me beautiful, others don’t. I have rich chestnut hair and piercing green eyes. I am not considered thin, and some may even call me fat....
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Parisian Surprise – Part Three
"Robert and Juliana enjoy Paris and a game of control."
This is the third part of Robert and Juliana’s “Parisian Surprise”, written in collaboration with Alphamagus. To best understand the story, we suggest that you read the preceding two parts before reading this one, but this story may be enjoyed...
The Softest Kiss
"Eternal love"
The rush of blood to parts extreme, Swollen and hard and so easily seen. A quickening heart and a gasp denied, Desire now felt you cannot hide. Eyes will find what the body displays, Lust will seek what the mind...
You and I alone
"A pair of lovers meet"
You and I alone After months of deliberate solitude Wanton waves of desire below a calm surface of politeness Red Wine is shared and sipped gracefully as I grow under my outer layer The silence of a thousand words resonates...
Contentment
"Can we ever be happy?"
There is a beauty in the incomplete Because we look for more The cliché is that it is the journey Not the destination that matters And sometimes clichés are true There is a complacency that happens When we no longer...
Learning My Lesson: The Beginning
"I made my decision on a rainy day..."
It had been a hard week. My boss asked, “we need you to work an extra day and we need you to work extra hours.” I still had my normal house work and papers to do at home on top...
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.How must it feelTo have you wrap your arm over meAs I wriggle backwardsTo press my bum against your hips,Teasing innocently and blithelyAs I...
Addicted To Your Love
"You're The One For Me Jessica"
Addicted To Y our Love I do not know when , I do not know how , I do not know why , You came into my life like a thief , Taking you , my heart and my soul...
images I think I can only create in icing or spilled nail polish something raw and slick and shining reflective I can’t paint and the words don’t seem to come to describe images of deep blood red and ivory cream...
You Only Love Once
"A glimpse of Death's door revitalizes the scandalous relationship of a bus driver and student."
NOTE: This story was written during Hurricane Sandy. Comments and insights wanted, however, don’t be harsh! Sex is toward the end for you impatient readers... As I took a wobbly step onto the school bus, the sky was washed with...