I read an essay on a story site about women who are unfaithful. I found myself agreeing with much the author said. But he was pretty entrenched and dictatorial in his views and seemed to think that all women could be put into a couple of categories. I can...
Introductions. My name is Simon, a Londoner in my mid-thirties, and I hold a senior position in a tech company here. I am on my way to visit Anika, at her apartment in Southall in London. She is a young Hindu woman from Kolkata, who came to London some ye...
I was sitting near the window at my favorite Italian restaurant, waiting for Janice and Margo. As I looked towards the door, they walked in, and heads turned. They were the two most beautiful girls in the place. Their long, slender legs caught my attentio...
I’ve been married to Dan for eleven years. For the first ten, our sex was more than I expected. He’s older than me and has more experience in the sex department, so he taught me. I loved everything he did, but one. I wouldn’t go for his fantasy. You guys...
Lila's fingers gripped the worn denim of her jeans, the fabric bunching tightly as she tried to steady her nerves. Beads of sweat began to form on her forehead, catching the glare of the studio lights overhead. Ben, the cameraman, held up a finger, a misc...
That week I started my part-time job behind the counter of an Italian bakery. I had to put on my uniform at home. It consisted of a light-green dress, a round hat of the same color, and a white apron. Since I had to be on my feet so much, I wore sneakers...
It's hard to believe I'm letting Emma talk me into meeting her for drinks tonight. I've been intentionally distancing myself from her because I don’t want her to know I have cancer. I can't bear to see the look of pity in her eyes. Maybe it's selfish, but...
It had been a long day at school. Two tests, three quizzes, and more homework than Erika had ever laid her eyes upon. Closing her bedroom door, she flopped onto her bed to bury her face into the pillow as she groaned. This time though, it wasn’t because s...
With every touch of his lips My enchanted soul whisperer Tamer of my wild storms within Claims me So It feels like the first kiss again and again He is scrolling his secret spells and incantations my skin aflame his kiss remains summoning from me some wil...
Since my hands are holding my buttcheeks apart, my chest and stomach press against the cool surface of the sturdy desk for balance. With each passing second, my senses sharpen, amplifying the rush of adrenaline. Time slows, and all that exists is my heart...
How long had he been following me for? Was it due to my outfit, was anything too revealing about it? Maybe I was being paranoid, and he was walking towards the bus station like I was. Sure, I had my moments when I thought the world revolved around me, but...
The walk to the edge of town where the Snack Shack stood was both invigorating and relaxing, an odd mix where I felt comfortable and excited at the same time. We talked about the past year, and I gently probed about her experiences in college, hoping to h...
For the time being, I felt reasonably secure that Vivian and I could proceed without worrying about age baggage. Our gap in years disappeared as our relationship progressed, at least in our eyes. Others probably wondered what she saw in an old geezer, but...
Dedication: This story is just a bit of fun and is respectfully dedicated to all the tireless story checkers on Lush, whose hard work makes this site possible and who have to put with rubbish like this every day. Also, thanks must go to Fugly, whose story...
The devil comes knocking at my door, Asking me to dance.Let's go dancing in the cemetery,Like we did in days past. Stumbling out of the front door Hand in hand we waltz down to the gates, A soft kiss; planted on my cheek; My soul now in the balance of fat...
I can’t even remember how long I’ve been sitting on the edge of her bed - funny how time slips by when your fingers are laced with those of a beautiful girl. Her beauty is so intense that my eyes are repeatedly drawn away from the view of a sparkling city...
"Come on! Faster! Come on you devil! Get up!" Pat loved riding her steed. She called him Diablo. He was a three-year-old black stallion. She felt the wind streaming across her face. Her hat was hanging on by the strap. "Come on, Diablo!" she shouted. The...
