The most amorous epicurean pleasure, Up to which none others can measure, Is that rarest meat treat by far. I mean, of course, pussy tartar. It’s a sexual gastronomic treasure. This girly gastronomic delight Is delicious when it’s served right. The meat should be pink, not red, Served up lustily on a ‘let us’ bed….
A buxom maiden of nineteen years was Xenia Xerxes Whose step-dad told her, his guests she must please. Xenia most happily obeyed As her body she displayed Naked for all newcomers to see, squeeze and seize. Now, her step-dad, Pimpopulous, owned an inn Where many travelers from afar would drop in To enjoy their host’s…
Donna and the Fish ‘It’s all a matter of juxtaposition.’ Donna looked exquisite. It was another exhibition at her gallery and she was wearing a beautiful pair of black, high cut trousers supported by red braces over a white shirt beneath which was a white, silk camisole. When earlier I had commented how beautiful she…
The Lady of Shallot Like an onion, you’d have me peel Knowing full well how I’d feel. Swooning, my head it would reel As naughty glances you would steal. Layer after layer must fall off Until at last all clothes I doff. But for you is that enough? What more is there left to slough? I’d stand naked from…
Donna and the Work of Art Donna’s new job led to a number of good things. The gallery in which she worked was nearer to my home than her own and so she was inclined more often to stay over with me. She’d stay a night or two and leave her laundry for me to…
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You might find it easier to follow this series if you start at the first and read them in order. I hope you enjoy Donna, pointed to an article in another edition of the same red-top she had shown me in the pub on the day our friendship changed course so delightfully. ‘It says here,…
I first posted a series of tales about Donna on a blog called the Girls’ Coffee Shop. I have made them a little more suited to a site of this type. I hope you will see the jokes although I know most are peculiarly British in style. If you need any explanations, do please ask….
The following poems were all written for, and published in, the Versus Verses thread on the Poets Corner of the forums. They are hopefully light and mildy humourous affairs. I hope you enjoy. Cum Girl xxx Vaginal Crossfire When You have the fortunate opportunity to nail more than one snatch at a time but you don’t…
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Minidevilette© 2012 His blood thundered through his veins as he let the sound of her voice wash over him, the sweetest three syllables he thought he ever heard in his life. Certainly the most anticipated. Surrender. And he wasn’t going to give her any time to wonder if she’d made the right decision. He rolled…
Hello my dear It’s been a while Why don’t you make yourself comfortable, sit back, relax. Are you comfortable honey?… Mmm, good, that’s good. Why don’t you take those off for me? That’s it, you can put them beside you on the chair. Now why don’t you open up for me? Wider… A little more,…
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…
Chapter the First In which businesses prosper, families meet and a marriage is arranged, but no improprieties occur. It was a large house, set in a small park, but it could never look like a house of the gentility. It shouted aloud to anyone of sensibility, in this year of our Lord eighteen-fifty, that this…
We’d not seen a summer like this one in a long time, 2 solid months of record breaking temperatures and no relief in sight. My man off on business, I had just finished some tuneup work on my bike, and was relaxing on the deck with a cold drink when I heard the whine of…
It’s amazing how you trundle along through life, and then something comes along and throws everything out the proverbial window. That happened to me the other day. It was unplanned and uncalled for. There was no need for life to do it. I mean, there are plenty of other people in the world for it…
I’m a psychiatrist. My name is Dr. Baker. I was hired by Roy Channing of Channing Chemicals to treat his 21-year old daughter Darla for her inappropriate sexual behaviour. Darla had recently been expelled from college. My initial impression from Mr. Channing’s description of the incidents which had led to her expulsion led me to…