This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Where sleeps his love tonight?Is she under canopies of deepest midnight velvet,Or graced beneath the weeping willow’s sweeping arms?Does she lie in shadows of snowy mountains,Or rest beside a murmuring brook of gentle dreams? Sleeps she in an…
He tastes like candy and he looks like sex;He’s become totally attached to my hip by text. My toy, my vice, always on my mind;To not notice him, I’d have to be blind. His big strong body makes me feel so small;Such a cute boyish face, my stud muffin is a doll. I love showing…
This story only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading this anywhere else, it has been stolen, and the thief shall be visited by scary-ass gingerbread men who will giggle at them every time they try to have a wank. I’m waiting for you. I beat you home from work again, and I’m waiting….
The day dawned bright and cheery and Santa was in a jolly raunchy mood. He had slept with his favorite elf and had been well serviced. It was a slow day appearance wise. There was one gathering in East Palo Alto for a very large group of neighborhood Mexican children. When that was done Santa…
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. I stare into the depths of your eyesWhere hurricanes passionately thunderAnd roll on the edge of this almost-calm,The centre of this intimate storm.You hold my gaze at the peak ofThis deepest, hardest, pounding thrust,A plunge that rendersMy heart…
the night is dark, the bed is warm but lonely. my fingers slide inside my panties to softly stroke. my thoughts are all of you…that quirky, solemn mouth,your words flowing over melike warmth and laughter,little touches of time and tenderness. what I want is to feel YOUR fingers serving my body in the same way…
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading this elsewhere, it has been stolen. Lost in the night,You’re somewhere out there,Flying my dreams like a kite in the moonlight. I need you. There are no urges I can satisfyWithout the brush of your lipsOn my hungry mouth;No desires to be satedWithout your…
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. “Goodnight,” she whispered. “Goodnight,” he said softly,His voice drifting beyondThe silence of the closed line,And hanging like soft smoke in the airAbove her sleepy head. Sadly,She snuggled down into the duvet,The fragrant sweetness of his spoken incenseLulling her…
You came to me as a dream, Becoming my daydreams My every thought consumed by you, Bringing on explicit wet dreams My heart overwhelmed by you, It burns with every longing love soaked beat Flooding my being with a fiery desire, Like a ring around my soul Your devoted passion holding me captive, Like an…
My hair is tied up so it doesn’t get wet as I climb into the hot soapy bubble bath. My perky breasts bob lightly as I soak for a long time. I am thinking of all the things I want to do with Mr. Helmer. I am a virgin and haven’t done a whole lot…
This is the first day of my junior year in high school and I’m finally 17 years old. I had a great birthday only a few weeks before school started and I had grown up so much this summer. I filled out a lot and saw that the guys had finally started taking notice. I’ve only…
I don’t care. I am not waiting for the right time. I am not waiting for anything. You don’t have to shave or wax, you don’t even have to wash. Coming from the gym? All sweaty? A bit skanky? I don’t care. It’s your period? A bit messy down below? I don’t care. It has…
I fall asleep waiting for you, wearing nothing but white stockings, an anal plug and nipple clamps. It feels as though I’ve been waiting for you forever, but its probably not been very long. My body and mind, so aroused and tense, have given out and I’ve dozed off. I don’t hear you enter the…
images I think I can only create in icing or spilled nail polish something raw and slick and shining reflective I can’t paint and the words don’t seem to come to describe images of deep blood red and ivory cream blossom of his seed spilled something hot and sleek and splashing intimately I can’t breathe…
Your gentle touch,So pure and true,Is not tainted or rushed.These soft caresses and simmering desires,I can see it all in your eyes Your patience, never ending,Is so soothing and complete;I know you wait for me,Never pushing or rushing. You caress my skinAnd kiss my soft lips;You tell me you dreamsAnd share your secrets. You see…