This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. I’m stripped naked, boobs a-bouncin’,Fingers round your throbbing dick.Here’s my pussy, wet and sopping;Let me feel you, long and thick! Let’s not dawdle, get your cockAnd stick it in my cunt.Thrust as hard as you are able.Harder! Faster!…
This story only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. It was one of those funny mornings, when it was still winter, but the sun streamed in through the window and the birds sang as if they were heralding Spring. Dawn sang to herself as she pottered around…
The hardest lessons are sometimes the best… Jon was glad it was the weekend. Except all the other guys were going to parties or taking out their girlfriends. Jon had only had one girlfriend. That was nearly four months ago. He called her his girlfriend, though he only got a blow job – one blow…
This story only available on Lush Stories, and if you are reading this elsewhere, it has been stolen, and the thief’s Happy Bits will no longer make them feel Happy. So there. I peek around the door jamb at you. There you are, tapping away at your keyboard, writing, writing, writing. I hate to disturb…
I was still in my pyjamas when he knocked on the door to my apartment. I’ve been up an hour and well, it’s a Sunday and I forgot all about him. There he was with his little bag of tools and in his mess about clothes, come to fix my water pressure. It’s so handy…
I rush into the surgery. Helen’s singing along to the radio, she looks up and then looks at the wall clock with a frown. “The first picture of you, the first picture of summer – Morning. You’re late.” “Morning, yeah sorry – just assisting a potential new client.” I put Sirena’s card on the desk…
The Network Boy (6) The Driving Test. Life under the wing of the network was becoming an exciting and eye opening experience. I duly passed my driving test in a fashion that could only be network organized. I had taken a course of lessons as any normal young guy would do, but when it came…
My second year at uni was legendary. We were young and hot and constantly horny. My bicurious house mate Megan and our later addition Mathilde from France would go out on the prowl and if we couldn’t latch on to another young hottie, we would just go back and lick each other all night. Sometimes…
I was so worried about being late for my interview. I got everything prepared the night before. I left my bra and panties and my hold-ups in a neat little pile on the linen chest. I showered first thing and then slipped into my clothes, putting on my make up in plenty of time. I…
Even after a few weeks at college I was still finding my feet. I had made some new friends, but the place itself – it was so big! I wanted to knuckle down and, being a bit of a nerd, decided to get some books on English grammar. I had only been to the library…
I had just moved into the flat across the landing. It was one of those Yale locks and silly me – I locked myself out. I had said hello to you once when I was moving my stuff in. I saw you were checking me out. I was in my tight grey leggings that day….
It was my second year at college. I was still a bit uncertain where my preferences lay with regards to boys or girls but I was leaning towards girls. I had lost my virginity both ways by now, the second time to a guy a year older than me. It wasn’t beautiful and romantic as…
Della had finally had enough. She no longer lived but merely existed. In her late forties was far from past her sell by date but she couldn’t help suppress the panic and despair she felt at the thought that this was it, this is as good as life got. She’d married young, to a then…
I was toying with the idea of getting a tattoo, not one of those full arm jobs that seem popular with merchant sailors and hairy bikers but something discreet, somewhere discreet, if you know what I mean. I had mentioned it to my girlfriend and she didn’t object to the idea and so it was…
Teresa and I first got to know each other at college. We’d both had unhappy encounters with young men – overgrown boys, really – who were eager for sex but lacked experience, patience, technique, everything you look for in a compatible lover. Not that we were experts ourselves but there was an inescapable mood of…