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Watching Her Scream for Joy

The fourth and final part of Screams of Joy.. Does Joy darkest desire finally come true?

Watching Her Scream for Joy. Part four “Wanna play again?” She whispers as she nibbles on my earlobe. ““Do I?” I think as she takes the decision from me and kisses me quickly but hard. I peek over her shoulder as her hands cup my breasts to see Chris giving me the nod of approval, then looking to Craig to see his cock now completely hard. “Well looks like more birthday...Read On

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Mia - Chapter 5: The Sleepover (Part II)

"This is fine; just helping a buddy out,"  Jesse assured himself as he made sure all the electrical outlets were switched off around the apartment. He was also giving Mia plenty of time to get ready for bed. He knocked his bedroom door and waited for her to give him the okay to enter.  "Holy shit she’s just made that t-shirt the sexiest thing I own!"  Jesse endeavored to...Read On

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Moonlight

This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Soft brush of a kiss sweeps across the air; A hanging arbour of moonlight vines Breathes beauty upon her pale curves. Pearly fire soars over her skin, Breaking through dusty shadows Of the trembling night. What joy has she, But the want of a lover? Mixing moonbeams of glowing desires Lace the stems...Read On

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On The Mound

He was playing on his while she was playing with hers

The end of summer brings a sweet sadness. The long, hot summer days take their place in our memories while the beginning of the end of the year approaches. For me, the change from bikinis to book bags is now in full swing as my classes for the fall semester are confirmed. Time with my boyfriend is more precious than ever as his baseball team prepares for the playoffs. With the...Read On

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Frozen Dreams

This poem only available on Lush Stories . If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. This morning winter air sings with dreams of ice, The Snow Queen's discarded raiments festooned Upon the bulrushes that reach to the weak sun From the solid, leaden depths of Glassed-over water. The burrs are jewelled with frozen tears Of long-forgotten dreams once crushed, Still in deathly...Read On

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New Day

Please don't write me off.

This poem only available on Lush Stories This biting night is cold and lonesome: Echoes of the monstrous past Are creeping up and nipping at me, My spirit terrified, aghast. The nails of fear are ripping through me, Slicing open hidden worries; Skin in shreds and bleeding fiercely, Shining barbs fly round in flurries. Screaming voices, hate and anguish, Temporal fears solidify, This...Read On

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Confessions of a BoyToy:Part 8 Happy Birthday to Me

Gotcha Howdy Jan laughed, licking her lips as she gave my shaft a couple of good shakes.

S U R P R I S E ! ! ! ! the shrill voices yelled as someone turned the lights and music on. Confetti went airborne and noisemakers rattled and honked wildly. "What the heck?' I stammered in total shock. I stood stunned for a long second before realizing what was going on. Then I looked at all the happy faces gathered for this little surprise 21st birthday party of mine. Except for Charlie...Read On

The Stalker - Part 6

Desolation ... Stale beer, chips and sex ... now what could possibly be nicer?

The Stalker – Part 6 Stale beer and chips. “So you got some beers then, hun?” They are slumped on my gorgeous couch; worn, scuffed trainers soiling the carpet beneath their feet, denim clad legs thrown wide, crotches thrust forward, bollocks and cocks pressing against the unattractive, well-worn fabric. Robert has flung his arms possessively wide along the top of my cerise...Read On

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The Mist

My lover breathes in my spirit and we become one

A pre-dawn vision of my lover: Like a mist I hover over her watching as she sleeps soft lips slightly separated, tummy slowly rising and falling I take in her nakedness and see skin soft and cool, pleasant hills and valleys of perfect breasts She knows I'm close by for she smells my scent, corners of her full lips bend upward and muscles gently stretch My lover inhales deeply breathing...Read On

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Eden

 I am the serpent Warmed by the heat of your sun   Asleep until woken  Letting the rain into my window  My curtains billowing, sails upon a ship  Bound for unknown lands, each seagull  A beacon of hope, each cloud  A sign post, the distant shapes of mountains  Calling to me, singing a joyous chorus  My tongue flickering, tasting each moment  Rubbing myself raw against you  My rock, my...Read On

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Who, Indeed

An Ode to Lush Stories

Who holds the key And who wears the lock; Who yields her pussy To a Masterful cock? These are the questions We all want to know With the answers wrapped up In a nice knotty bow. Who else is shaven? Who wears a full bush? Who likes it orally And whom up the tush? Who cums with screaming And who with soft sighing And who else may fell When they cum they are dying? Whose cock is massive...Read On

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To Break Or To Be Broken

I’m not one who likes the business of heart-breaking, Perhaps it is because I’m used to my own heart being broken, I’ll sit and wait for the text I know is coming, “I loved you, but the chord's no longer strumming, I’m leaving in the morning, I trust there’ll be no mourning” But personally I find its delivery painful, It all seems slightly woeful, The instant severance, Leaves me...Read On

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The Bitch is Back - Part 2

frogprince you said I got snookered and you were certainly right They hatched their plan together in a private chat room late at night I trusted them both (stupid me) when they said it didn’t mean a thing Imagine my shock and surprise when he said yesterday they had a fling She cries to him about how I bully her and he never questions why He never understands my side of it and...Read On

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One Moment of Magic

Baby stars hang in garlands above our heads, Smudges of rainbow amongst the fir boughs That twinkle in dozy merriment. Like the passersby in the icy streets, They are oblivious to all but their own mirth. But we, we two, Beneath this scented tree, Cloying pine spliced with Spiky-cloved orange, Cinnamon sticks dancing with candy canes, Swathes of burnt sugar vapours From toasted marshmallows,...Read On

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Two Feet Across

Be careful hanging your feet out of the car window.

It was an overcast afternoon so I decided to run to the park and read my book for lunch. When I pulled into the lot I saw no one around and drove the whole length of the little dirt road that followed the river where I found a little pull off that faced the river under some old oak tree. The air was fresh and I could hear the gentle flow of the water in front of me. I kicked my seat back,...Read On