āI don’t believe illusions ‘cos too much is realā The Sex Pistols. A dark corner of a smoke filled house where sweet strawberry mulled instantly with ice and puffs from a weed lagoon with smoke snaking through its three tentacles into the beckoning lungs of youthful lounging girls, one guy tarted up in years but…
The music was brilliant in the pub. Emma and John had only decided to go at last minute but it turned out to be a great night, with a live band playing all the best tunes. They had been sat in the pub for a few hours when at which point, they started having one…
This is my first story here on Lush, comments would be much appreciated My name is Nick, Iām 17 and at Northview High School in Ohio. Itās a typical school to me, jocks, nerds, hot girls, etc. You get the idea. Not to brag but Iāve been told I am a pretty good looking guy….
All I wanted to do was watch some porn, some good old girl on girl action butĀ of courseĀ my internet would be down on the day I was so horny. I could order it on TV but if it came on the bill there would be a long discussion with my parents about sex, puberty and…
Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Staring at the clock I couldnāt help but count down the hours till I was out of this hell hole. I couldn’t wait to be done with these god awful people who claim to be our teachers when truly they are just as bored to be teaching us as…
I’d slept with Sam the first day I had met her. Well, shared a tent with her. It was her 16th birthday and we were camping, so I had drunk a bit. But, being 17, and having a girlfriend, and not being a bastard, we talked and then fell asleep; separate sleeping bags, but next…
“Good morning beautiful,” Alan said while he caressed Sonia, softly kissing her as he outlined her curves through her bathrobe. “Good morning baby,” she replied with a bright smile while cooking eggs.Ā “Imagine it, in two days we’ll have this big old house to ourselves.” “Mmm you got that right, two days. Which means you can…
Warning: This is a long story with a slow build-up. 1980 was a long time ago. A lot of history has happened since then, but there are parts of that year I remember like it was yesterday. I remember being a shy, seventeen-year-old kid, in my second-last year of high school, and I remember that…
This is my second story. Don’t be shy to critisize me. I know it got damn long again… Sorry… Enjoy it anyway! This story happened around fifteen years after my wife Karen had died. She had died of an unwanted abortion together with our unborn little daughter. Iād been to her gravestone at the cemetery…
Change has a way of passing slowly through a small Pennsylvania town, like an old man window shopping on a Sunday afternoon. As in previous years, the summer of 1967 rolled in with little in the way of fanfare. There were however, some visible changes in my life that year. I was still working at…
Nancy was just an ordinary young girl growing up in rural Illinois, for the most part anyway. She enjoyed the simple pleasures of country life and had similar hopes, dreams and fears as any young girl on the verge of womanhood. She wanted to be loved, and a chance to give love in return. Nancy…
Johnny and Mary Now Johnny knew Mary since they were little tykes,Running in the field, riding their bikes,Like other little kids, they stayed out all day,Doing their chores, later they’ll play,Johnny and Mary went to school,Tried real hard, act real cool,Johnny noticed Mary started to grow real fine,Nice firm breasts, big behin’,Johnny thought he’d take…
When I look back on it, I would have to say that my mother and father, as much as I love them, were not the most responsible parents in the world. For a start, they went out drinking a lot when we were kids, and my mum worked shift work as well, so as kids…
I was completely helpless now. I’d decided to let myself go, and now nothing was going to stop us. If this was the only chance that Julien and I had together, I was going to take it. I took off Julien’s pants and threw them aside, watching his bulging cock emerge. I took it in…
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Not again – how could this be happening to me again?! Not that I didn’t enjoy it; I mean how could I not enjoy having an intimate night with a sexy foreign boy? It had been one year since my host brother from Spain had left to go back home. At first, I was devastated…