(for Sisters, in scholarly seclusion) * * * * * * *Rock chicks rub off on you. Punks, goths, ravers,Even tweecore wallflowers sipping tea (that’s me). Kettle whistles, I do too. Hers Replies. Yay! Glad I’ve set the second potOut. How are things? Henry VIII predatesTyrants today for show trials, the sot– And the Gunpowder…
Dedication: This story is just a bit of fun and is respectfully dedicated to all the tireless story checkers on Lush, whose hard work makes this site possible and who have to put with rubbish like this every day. Also, thanks must go to Fugly, whose story “Bag of Lush All Sorts” was the inspiration…
This story takes place in 1967- the Summer of Love I woke up the next morning to a very red and sore behind. As I lay in bed, wincing in pain, Detective Liu was next to me staring at the pale, white ceiling. “I don’t know what to do with you,” he said in a…
* * * * * * *you’re irina, you were in that class, you slide down across from me. steel flashes in your tongue– your sign.scribbled-up legal pad–that’s mine. anotherday of show-and-tell in bohemia, what luck. but why is your poem in all lower-caps? you ask and i sayheard of cummings join the 20th century duh! (“double-duh!”)ha! i like you no…
Anal “You like that, don’t ya Fugs, hey?” asked Eric. “You like a big cock going deep in that sweet tight little puckered up ass?” “You know I do, Babe,” I said between thrusts. “But, do you want to talk or fuck?” “Oh, let’s talk please,” Eric smirked. “How was your day, sweetheart?” “Well asshole,…
Friday 8:36 AM Charlotte knelt on the king-sized bed, her slender legs parted, her soft white ass nestled between her thighs as she went about the task of folding laundry. She quietly hummed while listening to the shower door slide open, glancing once towards the bathroom as she deftly folded a pair of green lace…
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I lean back and sip my morning coffee as the familiar sound of the computer coming alive fills the space where I sit. I am at home not at work. It is a Saturday and I am even hornier than usual. I should point out that I am a single male in my mid-thirties. I…
Steph just sighed. “Oh I guess. Just fast forward to who won because the game of quarters explains the hangover.” Amanda sighed . “Spoil sport………..fine. Some guy won. It wasn’t you or Matt. But at least you out lasted him.” Steph smiled. “Well poo. I wanted to win. At least I beat Matt.” She stretched….
Lisbeth Salamander never paid porn site subscriptions. That was one of the fringe benefits of being a professional computer hacker. She hacked into the billing company’s computers and signed herself up using the names and identities of government ministers or members of the clergy. Lisbeth had a boyfriend, a young investigative journalist named Michael Plumfist,…
I had just finished sweeping the garage and drive way when Jeff, one of my best friends pulled up on his new Harley soft tail. “Hey man grab your leathers and push that bad boy out let’s go putten,” he said with a grin. Well it was a nice spring evening and there was nothing…
Day 14 Steph woke up the next morning of the party. When she opened her eyes she didn’t recognize the bed she was in. But from the surroundings it seemed she spent the night at Matt’s place. She lifted her head and realized her head was pounding something fierce. Oh great a hangover she thought…
AFTER SIXTY I touch her clit ever so gently With my tongue. Her legs clamp shut on my head as she moans But I don’t hear it. All I hear is the screaming feedback in my hearing aids. I can’t think, and my tongue stops moving. She opens her legs as the pleasure stops. I…
Spied a sweet young vixen,Down at the local Shamrock’s,Shakin’ her 36 D diddies,And teasin’ all the cocks. Wearin a tight green t-shirtShakin’ her flamin’ red hair,Her perky hard nipplesPointing the way to her lair. O’er a pint we sit and flirt,And discuss the jewel beneath her skirt. As we kiss and head for her bed,I…
“Pleasure-zone” The day started, as it routinely did.Deadlines to meet.Projects to complete. I took a break from my busy day,To say “Hello” to friends far away. Lo and behold, the ‘message’ light blinks.I opened the page,Reaching for my drink. ‘What, another boring message from someone afar?’Maybe just another ‘wanna-be rock-star’ I say to myself.“Should I…
There is an old joke that if you ask someone what super-power they would rather have, flight or invisibility, you really want to watch out for guys that say “invisibility”. After all, those are the creepy guys who would rather be skulking around in locker rooms, rather than out soaring in the blue sky. Now,…