Every teenager imagines their first time, right? Girls often imagine it being romantic and sappy, while boys, not so much perhaps. I had always imagined losing my virginity being a certain way. I can honestly say that while it was nothing like how I had planned, it was definitely not a disappointing experience. I had…
I’m just getting over the rush of the holidays with Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years all piled up so close together. It’s nice they’re finally done with for the year. It’s been a long couple months, but now Valentine’s is tomorrow and I want it to be special. I told my boyfriend Luke I want to…
Written By Poppet:For LushStories ONLY!The Things You Do To me We meet and become fast friends. We form a bond that is closer than I’ve had in a long time. We joke, laugh, play, tease growing that bond tighter. It doesn’t dawn on me what is forming between us. My heart is going through turmoil…
After that amazing massage I needed to return, not for any other reason than to experience the first time again, if that was possible. Little did I know that this was to be completely different as well! A few weeks later I knocked at the door. It was answered by this tall, long legged beauty…
A million butterflies,My heart exploding. In the dead of night,My voice a whisper. The soothing sound of your voice,My breathing erratic. Only your words matter.My heart listens. My arms empty,Longing to hold you. My mouth curved upwards,Involuntary reactions. The way I feel,Is perfect. This time it’s real,Not merely illusion. This is something rare.It’s called love….
The three of them were inseparable. Celia, Camaire and Crystal. They were known among the girls in school as the 3 C’s because of their names. Among the guys, they were known as the 3 C’s because of their C-cup breasts. The sixteen year olds did everything together, and it was no different that spring…
I wanted him more than anything. I wanted to use every single part of him. It would be so nice to lock and tie him up, keep him all for myself for a while. Never expected to meet anyone like him he intrigued me, fascinated me. I just needed to find out more about him,…
The wind wafted up the valley carrying citrus and olive grove smells into the stone farmhouse. The cold stone floors seemed to hum with life, history and a certain joie da vie that I was unsure what to call in Italian. “La Bella Vita” didn’t seem to quite explain these feelings – sure it was…