"Daphna sinks deeper, quenching her son's appetite."
It was Saturday morning, and I woke up with an excitement I hadn't experienced in years. The week had flown by. I started out on Monday simply sending Omri photos of my face, which I knew he'd have his naughty,...
"Daphna gets her release, and encourages her son's antics."
The next two days passed without incident, and gave me time to process everything that had happened. While it wasn't great that my son was lusting after his own mother and tributing cum to her at night, I decided it...
"A mother discovers her son's perversions."
"Honestly, Daphna, you won't believe what these kids are into these days."It was a lazy afternoon at work, and Hila was telling me about her ghastly discovery: her son watches porn. She'd always had a penchant for the dramatic, but...
"A Tribute to Another Lush Member"
It's late morning. The early autumn sunshine is pouring in through my bedroom window. My sheets are flung back.I'm stroking my cock.It's big. Thick. Throbbing. I love the way it feels, slithering in my left hand.Oh, Maria.I'm moaning your name...
"Paying tribute in troubling times."
Enzo always finishes off now with the "Air" in D Major by Johann Sebastian Bach.Most of the time he is jamming along with the Brandenburg concertos allowing his mood and rhythm to flow with the changes in the movements. Fast, slow and lyrical,...
"An intense night-time phone sex fantasy affair while their spouses sleep."
I half expect the cavernous silence over the phone line to end in a click and the dial tone. As the moments tick by, the fact it doesn't begins to worry me just as much. It means she's considering my...
"A tribute to my favourite author"
I love your sex – the way you write,You always set my laptop alight Leaving me breathless every timeYour words are hot, whether prose or rhyme Intense feelings in every line,You always send tingles right down my spine Sexy scenes in all your...
"Your words are always an adventure."
I’ve watched you,Addicted to the loveliness of your mind,The adventure of your words,The beauty you give to those who can’t see. The sky is your canvas.With the universeYou create,Always something new. Your chosen words are texturesThat can be felt.Each letter...
“It makes it harder to write”, I told her “When your mouth is, oh dear” “Hmm?” she hummed, the sound more a buzz And silenced me once and for all, which was quite rare, In truth, an oddity, at least...
