Shut Your Pretty Mouth

This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Broad-shouldered god,With the rounded muscles that hold up worlds of desires;You, with your powerful arms,Thighs of unmerciful, relentless pressureAnd hands of firm, grasping, sensuous grace;You make me writhe in ecstasy. Just a flash of your gazeFrom those deep, limpid…

Desire, Lust, Poems

The Magic of the Mermaid Touch

“Olivia, honey, are you alright? We’re not too far away from the cottage wait until you see it it’s a beauty,” said my husband, Clive, to me as we walked down a public footpath with backpacks over our shoulders. All around us were fields of green grass, tall trees, plants, flowers, and the fresh country…

Sex, Shower, Supernatural

Diana and Me

Introduction In summer 2012, the UK National Gallery staged an exhibition entitled “Metamorphosis: Titian 2012”, which set three paintings by Titian against modern responses to them by three artists: Chris Ofili, Conrad Shawcross, and Mark Wallinger. Inspired by Titian’s painting “Diana and Actaeon”, Mark Wallinger devised an installation consisting of a modern bathroom with a live…

Exhibitionism, Lesbian, Masturbation, Poems, Sex

Listening to the Radio turns people on

In the background the radio played romantic music as Sebastian stood in the shower thinking of the evening he had arranged with his dream girl. He couldn’t believe that she had agreed to go on a date with him. He has first glimpsed her across a room at a drinks party. It was her animation…

Fantasy, Masturbation, Sex, Straight

Made Us One

The smooth and silkyLine of perfectionNormally hidden betweenTwo perfect long tanned stems, Puffs prominentlyIts outer lipsIn arousalTo my hands, Massaging lightlyOver her naked bodySensually pressingInto the lush bed. Erotic sounds Escape her lipsIn waves ofHot syllables That form no words,Only tones,Of wondrous blissDeep inside her. Her hot skinUnder my palms,A velvet playgroundIntimately heightened To leveling…

Love, Poems

I kneel on dandelion carpets and weave lilacs between her rose and purple iris

I kneel on dandelion carpets and weave lilacs between her rose and purple iris, I assume avuncular circumspect over her horizon. Her sky sucks rain that swallows my smoldering sun. Tasmanian blue gum shadows sit restless in the river’s bend, Ornithes Areioi circles concentric overhead beneath a placid gibbous moon. We sighing lovers who part…

Love, Poems

Disciplining Frank Leigh

This story only available on Lush Stories. Dedicated to a humble man and a lovely friend. It isn’t every day one wins the chance to meet one’s favourite writer, and the women of certain lusty circles had been ready to scratch each other’s eyes out over the charity competition. For a mere 3,000 (or $4653.90)…

Humor, Masturbation, Mature