What if we had one night? Would it be enough? What would it be like? I have thought about it over and over. Every scenario has played through my head. Would it be a night of rough hard core fucking? Would it be a night of tender love making? Would it be a night of…
Your love colors’ me red with passion, Like blood it flows through my veins, Fueling our existence as one being. Breathing love through our mating lips of passion, We enjoy these blissful moments that brings us closer. As love’s soft whispers entices us to taste the forbidden fruit of temptation, Filled with nectar of passion…
I’m waiting at Penn Station a little after 3.30 pm with a 19 hour train journey ahead of me. I am thankful for my expenses card that allowed me to purchase a roomliner bedroom all for myself so at least I can have some privacy, and some time to rest after my long week in…
Fitz lay crossways on the bed, arms extended upward with a magazine in his hands. Too tired to read, he flipped through pages of advertisements and looked at pictures of refugees. It had been a tough week. Shit, it had been a tough year, he thought. Fucking clients, fucking auditors, fucking pissant bureaucrats… At least…
Emma sat in her small living room on her favourite chair curled up in a red blanket wearing her favourite oversized t-shirt and black cycling shorts. The TV remote was on her left and an empty bottle of white on the table to her right. She drained the last bit from her glass and slammed…
Medusa charmer, snake merchant mistress Of the infamous coiled trouser snake King Cobra, Mystic high priestess of reptilian rapture, Ye who experiences King Cobra lightning strikes, His searing syrup spit, seducer’s labyrinth Mt. Hall pit, Writhing, entangled, intertwined in heated passion, Mesmerized trance dancing, tongue flicking snake licking, Flesh slicking fang sinking, venom elixir all are drinking, Into the depths of…
Every teenager imagines their first time, right? Girls often imagine it being romantic and sappy, while boys, not so much perhaps. I had always imagined losing my virginity being a certain way. I can honestly say that while it was nothing like how I had planned, it was definitely not a disappointing experience. I had…
When she hit my life, I was living in Belfast and she blew in like a hurricane. To this day, I’m not quite sure where or how I first saw her, the memory is hazy now. I think I had gone to a friend’s house to borrow something, his latest girlfriend was there and we…
Prince Charming is not my lover, Not my Happily Ever After, Not my True Love, Not my Rescuer, Not my Everything, Not my Heir Producer, Not the one I choose. This Princess does not need a Prince. She wants to be rescued, A Hero to take me away, A Lover to unleash my passion, Arms…
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When morning comes, light breaks through the darkness, I feel you breathing against my chest, Wrapped tightly in my arms, I take in your scent, exhaling your sin, Every inhale brings forth a new memory, Flesh against flesh, your warm smooth skin sustains me, My fingers draw on your shoulder while you sleep, Etching passionate…
I’m stuck working yet another Friday night shift. This willbe my eighth; my boss promised me it off. Of course someone called out and who do they call, me, Grace! They know I won’t say no, I can be such a push over sometimes. I love my job, but I want to go out and…
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 of the oceansForce my legs to part. Realms of lost sinnersArise from…
You call me up, but there is no answer. You leave a message saying your thoughts are racing with images of my curves, my touch, my voice, my face, my scent and you are missing me. You hang up. When I retrieve the message later on, flashbacks of my face looking at you and longing…
We had said goodbye to our new friends Friday at lunch before they all left for their homes. We had a leisurely dinner at the little bistro in the hotel that night. Our vacation together was starting and I was happily in love with the woman in the bed. We had been very close friends…
