Project Epsilon – A Sexual Fantasy

30th October, 2012 22:05Prague Centre for Astro Surveillance, Czech Republic For Tomáš Dusek his shift at the PCAS started normally enough. The bank of lights and screens, which monitored the night sky were on stand by. No UFOs had been reported for over two weeks. A meteor shower at the end of September had caused…

Cum, Fucking, Passion, Sex, Straight

An evening to remember

Kate started her day much in the same way as she normally would, pouring a cup of scalding black coffee into her favourite chipped Jack Vettriano mug. She padded across the wooden floorboards from the kitchen into her bedroom, pausing briefly to run her eye over the outfit she had chosen for the day. She…

Lesbian, Licking, Orgasm, Passion, Sex

Welcoming Him Home in the Shower

Oh my God! Jim thought to himself, the last few weeks have been very grueling. It wasn’t just the 15-hour work days, it was also the non-stop traveling. Having just arrived home from yet another trip, Jim felt the grime of the day’s travel sticking to his body. On top of that, he had seen…

Love, Passion, Sex, Shower, Straight

Getting Over Jake, and Under Adin

“Get your ass up, lady.” Harlee snapped at me. “You have been sulking around here since Jake dumped you, and I’m getting freaking sick of it. We’re going out tonight, and you’re going to enjoy yourself if it fucking kills me.” I opened my mouth to argue, but she shut me up with a snap…

Passion, Sex, Straight

The Softness of Goodnight

This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. “Goodnight,” she whispered. “Goodnight,” he said softly,His voice drifting beyondThe silence of the closed line,And hanging like soft smoke in the airAbove her sleepy head. Sadly,She snuggled down into the duvet,The fragrant sweetness of his spoken incenseLulling her…

Desire, Love, Passion, Poems

The Fabric of Your Skin

This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Those tears stream down,Unseen in the the pouring rain.Salty, scalding rivuletsThat trace channels inYour lined face. Is it pain,Sadness,And suffering,Or bitterness,Fear,And angerThat crumple the fabric of your skinIn creases that surround your eyes? Do temptation and betrayalSqueeze a…

Love, Passion, Poems