It was date night. That is what Kitty and Peter call the nights when all else was put aside and the only thing on the agenda was enjoying each other and lots of fun sex. Kitty was ready for a hot night with her man. She had spent part of the day tempting and teasing…
After she cleaned me up she signed the paperwork, she gave me a big hug and whispered in my ear, “Until I see you again.” I never did see her after that, I sent the crew out to move her and she called to thank me for the excellent service we provided. It has been…
My two on-line friends who I have been talking to for a year, decide we will meet and actually have an endeavor. I am so excited and get myself ready. I make sure I am completely waxed and that my pussy is looking her best. We have exchanged pictures and clips, so I know exactly…
A friend tells me about this website where you can meet married people. She shows me some of the profiles and it just seems like so much fun. I decide I will make a profile and see what happens. I am not interested in meeting anybody, I just want to engage in the world of…
This story is only available on Lush Stories! Stanley was a writer, a bloody good one, as it had turned out. It was almost as if there was some smutty guardian angel watching over his shoulder, prompting his fingers as they tapped out sexy prose. Whilst at university, he’d been working on his dissertation when…
It’s set up just to be another Friday night in Lushland. I log on after getting all my accessories ready, bullet vibe and glass dong to my left, and there is a fresh beer with the top popped open to my right. I am always careful not to knock my mouse into it and commit…
Absently, Jane ran one hand through her light blond hair. As with most days, she wore it loose so it fell in waves around her face, ending a few inches below her shoulders and giving her a casually classy air. Her blue eyes flicked to the laptop’s screen again and her painted red lips spread…
Alone again. Sometimes, well if I’m honest, oftentimes I hate when my husband travels for business. I guess I’m just spoiled, I want him here with me always. Robert’s the ultimate provider. He sees it as his life’s mission to protect and nurture me. Our relationship consumes us, but sometimes his job takes priority. I’ve…
A chance comment made across the computer screens begs the question of just how really real we can make a cyber connection feel. I was drinking my coffee, and she was signed on to Lush when we started chatting via Black Boxes. I must say this about using the Black Boxes: you must use carefully…
Would you dare play Cyrano To a cyberotic Roxanne?As words alone between us flow,Stir lust like love letters can. Your faults are hid behind a bush.You’re false but still commandMy heart to beat, my cheek to flush; Folly’s fervent fire you’ve fanned. I sent messages, goodness knows,I’d better sense, you’d think.My lusty scents from them aroseLike perfumed pages’ ink. Can sex scent the ether net rideLike spirits in the wind?For my wanton…
CyberTwo o’clock in the morningTwo bottles of wineJust the two of us. World wide world asleepOur private connectionYour depths to mine My mind film rollsBrain moves musclesMy fingers type Net speed flash of timeThe words are on your screenYou read my mind film Pulse rises, senses blurYou feel what I seeYou smell what I felt…
I first saw you from afar, across the continent that divided usImages of your beauty, that cast a thousand broken hearts in your wakeLittle did I realize, that my face was next upon your listLike a small, fragile little mouse, fearful of being crushed from those around me My courage, I summed up, as I…
Here’s a tale that Chaucer might have heard. A bawdy one, you’ll find, and quite absurd. Though in his day there was no internet, This tale is one no pilgrim would forget, But one I think would make the old guy grin. So listen friends and let my tale begin. I am a man who…
I’m the Cyber Cavalier leaping in the atmosphere lusting after all the lasses and as many piece of asses as I flit from there to here– a Cyber Cavalier. Sometimes I like to linger as I tease one with my finger. Others, I give fits As I lick their luscious tits, but I’m not one…
Sam took something perfect, and painted it red. I’m not going into how we split. But we split. This story is how I moved on, how I tried to forget the damage Sam caused, though not completely. You never forget completely. Life after Sam was a little difficult. I mean, how couldn’t it be, when…