Adam enters the kitchen and sees her standing in the kitchen by the sink looking out the window. Her sundress blows in the slight wind from the open window, shadows play in the folds of the dress as the sun streams through it. Tantalizing glimpses of her curves are at once revealed and then hidden…
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Lie down with me and take your time;Wrap my longing in your smile.Cleanse these tears with rains of kisses;Bring me peace and stay a while. Breathe upon me gentle loveAnd warm me up with passionate sighs;Bless my skin…
your hands flow across my body resting as they reach my ribs. your breath kisses my collarbone then my neck…. I feel your face form a smile and I know you are here to worship. small, wet tattoos are drawn by the tip of your tongue as you make your way down down down. your…
my mouth is pouty today….. an invitation to your mouth to kiss me gently right at its corner, to whisper wicked and shocking things as you smile your teasing smile, to make love to my heart. will you come close to meand know the texture of my lips as you breathe me into your soul?…
Darli O My wife and I lived in Orange County, California in a nice house, on a corner lot, with a pool in the back yard. She has dark brown hair, brown eyes, was 34C-26-35 and a size 7. She wore really short dresses and skirts that showed off her assets! She was pretty inhibited…
I like panties, A Cross dresser’s Lament I like panties, I like slips, I love nylon on my dick. It feels good and is great fun, wearing my panties helps me cum. I wear a slip, a bra, and nylons too; add a pretty dress and I’ll cum for you. Don’t judge, just give it…
The Green Eyed Monster On the flight to a golfing holiday in Majorca I and my mates met two lovely girls, Karen and Mel. To our great delight we were staying at the same hotel. After checking into our rooms we met the girls in the hotel bar for drinks and then we went onto…
Rose pulled me from the bar, down the street, and into the train station. Never once did we stop touching. I stood behind her with my hands on her hips as she paid for our tickets. We remained physically linked as we boarded and even as we sat beside each other. The train was not…
The sun, the ancient sun, is higher now, bringing summer with its fireflies at night, its green and fragrant fields, my sweaty brow, while on my knees planting in the radiant light, and there, my mind drifting off like clouds, white against the blue, is like a sailing ship going its indifferent way to some…
Although my thinning hair is slowly falling and I am in the autumn of my life and know that winter days will soon be calling, a thought that sometimes stabs me like a knife. And when I see my skin no longer smooth, the wrinkles on my brow, the lines around my eyes, remembering the…
Outside, people sweat and cannot sleep; and far away, bones grow thin and weak and gums bleed; and, always, somewhere, men are fighting just to keep the dirt they live on, their friends, and the chance to smile; and everywhere, at night, men and women cry and curse the day and ask in darkness; is…
Here’s a tale that Chaucer might have heard. A bawdy one, you’ll find, and quite absurd. Though in his day there was no internet, This tale is one no pilgrim would forget, But one I think would make the old guy grin. So listen friends and let my tale begin. I am a man who…
She doesn’t know my hair is thinning or see the wrinkles around my eyes or that my beard needs trimming, and I wonder does she realize while we sit here in our rooms and chat, our fingers clicking on the keys forming words, expressing this and that, not knowing if we’re going to tease, not…
I want to fuck you like a slut— take you from behind, thrusting like a wild man. I want to make you mine. I want to pull your hair, spank you ‘til you scream, make you beg for more and more thrusting ‘til you cream. I want to hear you sobbing then wipe away each…
Chapter 1 — Dark as Wine In your presence, my posture changes. My shoulders are slightly rounded. I let my long black hair cover my face. My eyes tend downwards. It’s not deliberate. It’s the effect your presence has on me. This is not a game. You do not call me “slut, bitch, whore”. I…