This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Here’s my little asshole,And there’s your great big willy.Can you fit it in here?Do you want to? Oh, I’m silly!Of course you want to thrust itInside my chocolate starfish,And pump it in and out hard,A naughty, sexy wish….
Blair Wilson was an average guy in almost every respect. He was of average height, average looks, and average intelligence, and possessed average athleticism, average personality, average libido, average sex equipment, and average charisma. Like every average person, however, he had some better than average features, and some less than average. For example as some…
One of my favorite things to do after a long, tedious night at work was to visit the adult bookstore. I used to tell myself “I’m just going to go watch a little porn” as I went into the next room where all the video booths were but really, deep down it was to rationalize…
Ever since I can remember I have loved being feminized and being made to wear very slutty clothing. This is a true story of my first experience at a glory hole and a coming of age for my sissy self. I had many female friends who loved to dress me up in their sexy clothes…
Sweat glistens in pale light, blood boils to the surface turning to steam. Tears fall from pleasure tickling and teasing, twinging on pain. Vision blurs, chocking on air while desperate eyes roll back like heads in a child’s story. White hot screams as blood fly’s from the sky a whisper of what once was. Pale mirrors glisten in the moon light twisting into fragile smiles. Sanity fades, adrenaline spreads like…
I had a sexual first a couple weeks ago. A friend, Steve, invited me over to his house for a party. He is a friend I’ve fucked in the past but it was always at my house. It was never at his place. I gave him a “definitely” when he asked me to the party….
I awoke the next morning a little groggy as I slowly recalled the events that had taken place last night. I rubbed my body up and down feeling how the latex had now become a little sticky and how my ass and cock were still sore from the pounding I had taken. I read the…
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It had been difficult keeping his thoughts on track at work. Time after time, Jason found himself thinking of the sexy co-ed next door and the show she’d put on for him over the weekend. It had been difficult to disguise the physical signs of his mental detours, an all too obvious tenting in his…
I couldn’t believe what the fuck was happening. There was Eric, proud as punch with his cock shoved in some slut’s mouth, occasionally glancing over at me with a ‘Wow, look at me, I’m getting head‘ smile on his stupid face. I love him to death, but boy, does he piss me off sometimes; no…
I was born and grew up for the first 27 years in England. Ever since I was 16 years old I have always had an infatuation with sexy ladies lingerie. I used to dress up in my mothers and older sisters lingerie and get very turned on and wank myself off while dressed up. I…
We have been driving for a while, just you and I. It is still day out, and we have been flirting and playing and are both quite aroused. We have thought of pulling off the side of the road for a quickie, but the road has been too busy and no good spots to stop….
This is the second part of a story The Book Store was part one. This tells the story from the other view point. Hopefully, I will be able to continue this story line about Ted and his mom. Stacy entered the empty closet stall next to the bathroom. Locking the door she quickly began undressing…
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           This story begins shortly after the one titled “Mother-in-Laws awakening” My wife Linda and I had been meeting with her mom and dad about once a month for wild sex.  One month we would go to their house and the next they would come to ours.  D uring one of these weekends,…
Driving home from his first class at the local community college, Ted thought he saw his mom’s car turn up the street, just a few cars ahead of him. “I can follow her if she’s going to eat someplace I can have dinner with her,” Ted reasoned to himself. His mom a pretty woman at…
Hi, my name’s Amanda. I’m 23, and live in a nice little apartment on the outskirts of a big city, and work as a bank teller. My little brother, Todd, lives with me. He’s 21, and was already getting by quite well just by picking up jobs doing landscaping during the spring and summer and…