Hi - I've been writing stories about sex for many, many years. I started when I was a teenager, copying the stories from the magazines in my brother's porn stash while he was out playing football on Sunday mornings. After a while, instead of just copying them, I found that I enjoyed changing the stories as I wrote them down. It started with just changing the girl's name to 'Abi' so that I was part of the story... then I'd change the sex of one of the characters or the location and so on. I re-wrote stories, played with them, moulded them, combined them. Eventually, I stopped using the magazines and wrote my own stories from scratch. I even submitted one or two to my brother's favourite magazine and got paid for them.This is where the calendar would flick by in the film of my life to December 2010. During a house move, a friend discovered my stash of stories and started reading them. She loved them and persuaded me write some new ones and submit them to her favourite publications. I've since been published in various magazines and had several short stories used by Xcite Books for their eBook and written anthologies. I have recently discovered the joys of self-publication on Amazon and am currently writing a series called “Pee Perverts” - there will be other series following this if you like your sex a little drier ;-) However, I love hammering away at the keyboard so much that there’s still plenty for me to share on Lush. If you enjoy a bit of silliness and humour in your erotic readings, please try ‘Witch Way To The Apocalypse’ which won the ‘2012 Phenomenon’ competition. I'm in a very stable and happy relationship and it's not a joke when I say that one man is more than enough for me to cope with ;-)I'm often writing when I'm on Lush, so please don't be offended if I don't respond when poked.I really hope you enjoy reading my stories.Abi xxx
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It didn’t feel like Monday morning but that was what Linda Woodhead’s bedside clock was telling her. Linda hated Monday mornings. It always seemed so rude to be dragged out of bed by her alarm after two days of blissful lie-ins. But this Monday morning was different, which was the cause of Linda’s confusion. She was awake and felt energised. Even though her alarm wasn’t scheduled to go off...
Added 20 Nov 2013 | Category Lesbian
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Have you ever had a sinking feeling? The worst sinking feeling I can remember is when I came into my bedroom and found that my laptop was missing. Not stolen – that would have been better; my fear was that it had been borrowed. The reason that it bothered me so much was that I had been rather indiscreet. That laptop was my best friend when it came to relieving my sexual lust. I was...
Added 14 Nov 2013 | Category BDSM
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Rose was her name; my next door neighbour. She’d been friends with my parents and had even come over to our house during the summer to enjoy our pool. I’d seen her in her bikini – all bouncing boobs and smooth, tanned skin. To my eighteen year old eyes, she was a goddess. They’d been good friends, the three of them; often spending summer nights drinking and talking and laughing out in...
Added 10 Nov 2013 | Category Voyeur
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She pushes back, and then again, Taking inches but not quite ten. Then she seems to have a thought: Thirty girls that should be taught. “Girls gather round, come have a look, Come and see how you should fuck.” Scraping chairs, muffled words, Surrounded by some thirty birds. “Concentrate, oh girls you must, See how he does it, as discussed.” I do my best as they watch on, But soon...
Added 27 Oct 2013 | Category Love Poems
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Teacher down on hand and knee, Wiping up my spunk, you see. Riding up, her little skirt, Then her winking, the little flirt. Lisa’s pussy t’was all forgotten, Look right there - teacher’s bottom! Could I do it, in front of class? Or would I sadly, have to pass. Teacher gave a little sign, To let me know that she was mine. The girls all gasped as on my knees, My cock pushed...
Added 25 Oct 2013 | Category Love Poems
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Standing there with a wilting cock There were thirty faces taking stock. Not a sound within that place, With my teacher - second base! She was looking somewhat flustered, What to do with my cum custard? Then, as if not bad enough, I caught a glimpse of Lisa’s muff. Her legs were spread, her skirt a belt, I wondered how it would have felt… Her knickers, they were pulled aside, ...
Added 24 Oct 2013 | Category Love Poems
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Teacher’s hand upon my cock, Oh my God! What a shock! My cock before, had never been touched, Her tiny hand, my manhood clutched. My eyes, they rolled into my head, Resistance? There was not a shred. A little spurt, and then some more, Ejaculation on the floor. Laughter now, all around, My thick white spunk laid on the ground. And teacher’s hand was wet with it, Still pumping out -...
Added 23 Oct 2013 | Category Love Poems
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Screeching girls, heart aflutter, Teacher seeing, words did stutter. Purple bell end, sticking out, From out my clothes, my dick did sprout. First consumed by cloud of fear, But something else, not quite clear. A new sensation: great appeal, My body filled by thrilling feel. A sudden impulse taking hold, Could I really be so bold? What would happen if I did, Of my clothes,...
Added 11 Oct 2013 | Category Love Poems
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Standing up in front of class, Not my fault - my teacher's ass! Bent right over in front of me, Eyes popped out what could I see? Skirt so short, no pubic hair! How the hell could I not stare? Dreams of standing right behind, My probing cock - would she mind? Eyes still staring, caught in a trance, Inflating, throbbing, stretching pants. I think I groaned, as she turned round, ...
Added 10 Oct 2013 | Category Love Poems
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My boyfriend had booked me in for an afternoon of pampering, no doubt looking to score some brownie points – or to cover himself for some as yet undiscovered misdemeanour. Whatever was behind the sudden generosity and thoughtfulness, a soothing massage and an indulgent morning of pampering was not to be refused. So off I went on Saturday morning, thinking I was ready for the day’s events....
Added 12 Oct 2013 | Category Quickie Sex
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