When it’s three a.m. in the morning and the stiflingly hot weather is ruining your sleep, the first thing that you do is get out of bed, and go straight for the fridge. Right after a nice and cold shower, of course. That’s exactly what a certain dark-blonde woman was doing on a stiflingly hot…
The crisp, winter air bit into her exposed thighs as she stood at his doorstep. She stopped, nerves rising from her stomach, and took a moment to straighten herself, pulling her crisp white stockings up, straightening her black pleated skirt and neatening her striped, short-sleeved top. She was totally underdressed for the cold winter weather…
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. The wild geese fly through the pearl grey skies,Winging their way on Winter’s breath.Gulls cry and squawk in the mudOf the estuary’s banks,Pecking and picking for decaying morsels they may find. The leaden tide rises, slow and heavy,Silent…
Late September, almost my nineteenth birthday, and I am still numb from the break-up. He broke my fucking heart; tore it the fuck out my chest, and smashed it on the pavement. Worst of all, he was my first. So, yeah, this was bad. Even worse, it had been two weeks since the last time…
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. This morning winter air sings with dreams of ice,The Snow Queen’s discarded raiments festoonedUpon the bulrushes that reach to the weak sunFrom the solid, leaden depths ofGlassed-over water. The burrs are jewelled with frozen tearsOf long-forgotten dreams once…
You can’t see anything because of the blindfold… you feel me kiss your lips, mine are cold… you open your mouth slightly and feel me slide a piece of ice from my mouth to yours…while you have the ice you feel me lightly use tiny cold kisses on your cheek, and across your forehead. You…
Even though I’m 19, I still live at home. When I took my new girlfriend home her parents were acting like dicks, and we weren’t able to have much sex at my house, so on Friday night we headed out for dinner in town and checked into a cheap hotel room. ********************************* First you put…
This story takes place about a month after my high school band director and I began having sex with each other. We had a bit of time to play with each other one evening, because her husband had left for the night to go visit one of his old friends, and he left her home…
*You don’t need to read The Reward to understand this chapter, but I would appreciate if you did. Thank you.* As my mind wandered to what was going to be next, Alex returned with a glass of ice and a bowl. He set them on the night stand and returned to my side. I watched…
Ryan covered a yawn as she walked into the hotel lobby. The show had gone well and she was beat. Tired enough, she had decided, to head back to her room while the others hung out somewhere. Her fatigue must have shown, since none of them had made more than a token effort to convince…
Brody was bored. He stared up at the ceiling, wondering just how bored he could get. It was the middle of July and no one was around. Mark was gone for the summer, Bax and his family had returned to Boston and Ryan was on tour. Last he’d talked to his parents, they’d suggested he…
“Did you have a good time?” Brody asked. “Yeah, I did. Thanks for taking me.” Ryan smiled to cover the awkwardness she felt. It had been a nice evening, despite the undercurrent of tension between her and Brody. They’d been able to ignore it while with Bax’s family but there was no hiding from it…
Lara looked at Ryan over the top of her latté. “You guys fought over a tour again?” “Well, we didn’t exactly fight,” Ryan said with a rueful smile. “I got out before it became a fight. But there was definitely a difference of opinion.” “What happened?” “I already told you. Brody got upset when he…
I live in the midst Rocky Mountains of Montana, where the winters are cold and snow packed and the summers are hot and arid. My wife and I are a young couple. We are both college students in our early twenties. We have been together only two years now, so much of what sex has…
Brody checked the lasagna while he waited for Ryan. He hoped she hadn’t gotten stuck in traffic, although he figured she’d call if something like that happened. It seemed strange that the six weeks were over. The only thing wrong was that he wasn’t still playing hockey. Not that he would be even if the…