"The lusts and loves of a Gilded Age family"
Chapter Two Rose O’Toole Part 1 Dark circles shadowed Rose O’Toole’s green eyes. Three worrisome weeks at a boarding house in New York’s notorious Five Points section left Rose with fingernails gnawed down to nubs. On that April morn, she...
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Moonlight graces naked contours,Pale blue satin draping sun-kissed silk.Scudding shadows traverse their wayOver smooth terrain withCold, thick light upon baking earth.The clumsy gods grab...
"I meet the wealthy Editor in Chief. It is often the silence that says more than anything."
It's often the silence that says more than anything. Sandra Rollason was the mistress of the unspoken, tall, elegant and extremely wealthy. She had invited me to an interview. I am a journalist and I had been commissioned to do...
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Whispers of servitude,Shadows of grace,Passionate longingEnshrined in your face.Scars of deep fervencyEtched by your eyes;Deep pools of breathlessnessEcho in sighs.Power of thunderEngulfing my heart;Waves...
"Two Airport Customs Officials have a little fun"
It was just another day at Shagwick airport. Phil and Danielle were waving by the usual procession of sun-tanned Brits returning from Magaluf and Benidorm. Phil liked to think he could tell where a passenger had been just by the...
"life is what it is......"
You think you have hidden your faint smile of satisfaction as I come to you.... stand in the spot you have indicated. But I see it. I understand it. I will do what I must. My body glows pale and...
"My fantasy comes true after many late night on-line chats"
I turned the key and as I opened the door, my jaw dropped as you stood there before me. A vision of sheer beauty, standing there wearing just heels and some very sexy black lingerie. Your legs are covered in...
"blindfold lust"
I walk in to the room. It is empty, and you’re nowhere to be found. I see a piece of paper on the bed. Next to it is a red satin piece of cloth. On the sheet it simply says...
"Sue continues her affair with Tom, and brings out a side of her husband she hadn't suspected."
Weeks went by, and I continued to meet Tom after work, and sometimes John as well, mostly together but once or twice just with John. Whenever I got home after one of these sessions, my cunt was on fire, throbbing...
"to get the job done."
"This is an extract from a longer story that I'm posting as a toe in the water, so please forgive some of the clunky explanations and let me know if you like it or perhaps more importantly if you don't...
