You can watch me, Listen to each moan, Feel the tension in the air, But not touch, not now. This doesn’t involve you, It is my pleasure, My enjoyment, My own personal bliss Laid out on the sheets on display, Almost in invitations, Hands cupping each breast, Pulling at each firm nipple. Quiet moans from…
I look at you from beneath veiling lashes As I slowly crawl towards you. I bite my lip as I see you Watching me, Following my every move. You try to look relaxed, But I see how you are fighting, Struggling to stay in control, Trying not to shift in your seat. Your fists are…
My wayward mind wonders to the naughty thoughts of you. My wayward fingers travel along my naked body, thinking of you. My wayward body responds to the touch and thoughts of you. The heat and passion of what you do to me builds high. The moan escapes my lips before I have a chance to…
That evening I drank two glasses of ouzo. Usually I drink only one but that evening I drank two. For once. And maybe that’s why I had a strange dream. Or maybe the cause was rooted in the green salad I stuffed myself. If so, then the nitrates definitely can do miracles. I was sleeping…
Say my name, demand my attention. Grasp my chin, give me a smirk. My eyes locked on yours, you smile wide. You’re up to no good, you let go of my chin. You strip me bare, my flesh cools, I blush. You strip, joining me. I can’t remove my gaze, locked on your body. I…
There once was a young gal, Who was so very shy, She joined a hot site, Hoping to meet a guy. It took her some time, To really get in the mix, She had to endure getting sent, Endless pictures of dicks. Until one day she got tired, Of being so all alone, She decided…
There once was a prick named Peter Who bounced up and down on his nuts.His goal it would seem, A sexual dream, To diddle the holes of all butts. So the bouncing prick named PeterWho wanted to fulfill his huntSought to discoverHoles to uncoverBut stumbled and fell in a cunt. Then the bouncing prick named…
(See Ovid’s “Metamorphoses” (and Shakespeare’s “A Midsummer Night’s Dream”) for the story of Pyramus and Thisbe, two lovers separated by a wall. My modern couple don’t let a similar barrier stand in their way.) Summer Sunday in the garden, Basking quietly in the sun.Red bikini’s been discarded, Being naked is more fun. Reading Lush tales…
“Well I think it’s absolutely disgusting. Isn’t that right, Jerald?” Mrs Jenkins asserts, poking her husband in the ribs when he doesn’t respond immediately. Jenna conceals the smirk on her face, clearly being able to read Mr Jenkins thoughts; it’s obvious that his first feeling towards the erotic art collection is one of envy and…
After he left Kitty carefully removed her mask and gloves, putting them in the top drawer of her bedside chest to keep them safe. It was only as she turned that the tail swished against her thigh, so with a chuckle and a bite on her lower lip she eased it from her ass. After…
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. I’m stripped naked, boobs a-bouncin’,Fingers round your throbbing dick.Here’s my pussy, wet and sopping;Let me feel you, long and thick! Let’s not dawdle, get your cockAnd stick it in my cunt.Thrust as hard as you are able.Harder! Faster!…
I kick off the side of the deep end of the pool as hard as I can and glide under the water until I come up. I swim as fast as I can across the pool to the shallow end and once I get there, I flip and kick off the wall to start my…
Kitty stood and looked at herself in the mirror, pleased with the reflection. He had told her he was coming to see her bearing gifts, so she wanted to look good for him. Her new baby doll nightie looked stunning on her, just long enough to cover her but still show glimpses of her little…
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Satin-smooth, sweet plumpness beckons you;Slide your tongue along my skin.Heat is rising, blood is pumping;These lips throb for want of you. Seeping sugar juices moistenIn the depths where I need you.Scent of honey nectar rising,Lick these lips and…
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Sentinel of the Palace of Pearls,What forests of men could such a one as IJourney through to find such magnificenceIn such a form as this? Strong and proud,With head lifted high,A framework of pumping life forceWebs thine splendour…