"Sometimes your dream girl is right in front of you."
Lucia looked around at the happy smiling faces of the rich and beautiful. They were here to see and be seen. Her Sunday outdoor ritual had been going on for two months now. There was only one more month to...
"And I knew…"
You aren’t my type. Every time my eyes met yours, I felt like a mouse facing a giant snake. Yours were a vicious and beautiful green while mine were a meek brown. For a second, our souls touched, barely brushed,...
Kneeling at the altar,worship at the truest form,as I take her in, my Astarte, my goddess, my flame.Love filled eyes, heart beating fast,I cannot seem to tear myself away.Hours pass, and still my head lays bowed.Her smile melts me, taking...
"The Goddess thinks of Her slave, as he takes a slut of his own...."
It was early afternoon and she sat at her dresser. “Perhaps I have fallen a little,” thought the Goddess Adelaide as she traced the angle of his jaw on the sepia print before her with a blood red finger nail....
"Eating amongst the wolves..."
Paulina couldn’t keep her eyes off him, though he could tell she tried to be discreet. Her face looked wooden, pale, but her eyes…those black orbs glittered full of poison, hatred…there was so much malice in those eyes. During dinner,...
The sun was shining through the windows as I opened my eyes. This was going to be a perfect day, I just knew it! The sun was shining, the birds were chirping and I was in love with the most...
"This is a short poem, intentionally so, and is my very first submission on Lush."
Be still, Whilst my tender tongue tastes, In silken kisses divine and chaste. Be still, Whilst you languish in lust’s lair, Our bodies flushed and fevered and bare. Be still, Whilst I dream in delighted debauchery, Ecstatically wanton in our...
"Dirty family secrets and lies"
Prologue Gabriel entered the dimly lit room. Machinery whirred and blipped. His sweet grandmother lay in a nest of wires and tubes, her silver hair a frothy halo around her head. She looked so frail, this woman who’d raised him...
"Pop Tart"
Four months later… Abigail rubbed her temples, her headache growing by leaps and bounds the closer the car drew to the Montenegro estate. Thankfully, the chauffer didn’t try to strike up any conversation. She had much to contemplate. Her sister...
"Gabriel comes to claim what's his."
Pop Tart was a little fluff of nothing. When the windblown blonde had stalked out barefoot from Ariel’s house, muttering under her breath and fighting with the Vera Wang knock off, Gabriel had reluctantly felt intrigued. He hadn’t recognized her...
