Emily stood from her perch on the low garden wall, and waited as the motorcycle came to a stop at the driveway, a few feet away from her. The powerful machine rumbled in the mid-morning air, its red-painted body gleaming in the Georgia sun. She watched as the rider shifted into neutral and kicked out…
Many moons ago before Colonel Muammar Gaddafi and his followers staged a coup making him the dictator of Libya the nation was ruled by King Idris. At that time the capital city of Libya was either Tripoli or Benghazi, depending on which city Idris was in at the time. At that time the US Air…
This story only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. He shivered, his teeth biting into the pillow, as he felt her hot tongue trace lingering strokes up his spine. With every languorous lick, she would return to the point of origin, pucker her pink shining lips, and…
I’m certain I will help some guy get lucky tonight. I’m in the mood for some cock and I have plans within plans. I’ve shaved my pussy and now I’m fingering it. I’m feeling that tingle as my slick fingertip circles my clit. I stop. I know I look my best when I’m cockhungry. I…
She adjusted her earrings he had brought home from his travel to Japan. The reflection of the mirror proved her majestic features to be very well emphasized by the black Armani ball gown she had bought just for this evening. Once again, she was forced by the unwritten laws and codes of the Swiss high…
(episode 23) This follows The First Annual “Pool” Party. Earlier that school year during Fall Semester I had applied for a UGA summer trip to Europe. It was a partnered program by the university and private businesses created to enlighten the cultural, business, and historical perspective of Europe for students studying for business degrees. Later…
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My frustration level is at maximum;I need to get laid, just cum and cum. Nothing has turned out as I planned;Slipping through my fingers like grains of sand. I need a new beginning, a fresh new start;Something to ease my restless heart. What I need is right underneath my nose;But it is never enough to…
I feel the sharp pang of disappointment as I realize that my own psyche has left me stranded on the floor, bereft of the means and energy to scale the soaring walls of delight that I was so close to conquering moments ago. I weaken as the rush of passion ebbs and the soft focus…
This story only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. The episode of Being A Romantic Stud had gone rather skewiff. Following his wife’s attempt at spicing up their lovemaking (when would he ever manage to call it a sex life?), he had made an attempt of his…
My words are translations of my breathing and are hard to say in your language. My tongue, my teeth, my lips can barely pronounce the words from my country where the mountains are steep, the valleys dark and cannot be reached without effort and desire. I wish I could tell you how beautiful it is…
You lay curled up behind me, warm breath fluttering past my cheek with each snore. Your arm grazes my hip and from time to time you move your legs against mine. It is the cuddle I crave, and it fills a need inside. Yet, it leaves me empty. I watch the TV that blares a…
Mourning Routine She ran her tongue along the smooth skin as she stroked him. Her mouth pulled as she sucked her way up and then back down his length. Her mouth drew him deep and then deeper still into her. On her knees before him, she performed the task designed to please. Little drips of…
Smartballs. The things of legends. A tight poonani is a happy poonani. Or a happy man. A happy someone!!! Who cares!! Tell me you aren’t saying that line out loud while at work. Wait a moment, who am I kidding!!! I hope to hell you are! Well lets go back a few days shall we?…
Don’t look at me. With your unseeing eyes, don’t look at me. Don’t touch me.With your unfeeling hands,don’t touch me. With the world wide open before me,I don’t need you to ignore me. And I haven’t the patience for fighting,for I have been struck by lightening. So come along for the ride,or please step aside.I…
I arrived home late Friday afternoon, grumpy and annoyed. The boy I had been starting to hang out with had turned out to be playing four different girls at once, and had seemed to be confused as to why this might be a deal breaker for any of us. It was too bad; he was…