“…traumatised.” Vicki flinched as he said it. Yes, that’s what I am. Traumatised. A silly girl responding to my Knight because I’m ‘traumatised’. She pushed back from him, waiting until he’d finished talking on his radio. “I’m not traumatised,” she said,...
His radio crackled. “Gerry, I swear to god, if you don’t get your ass down here pronto I’m leaving you up there all night. Do you have any idea what time it is? Becki will have my skin!” Gerry sighed. It had been a long shift, and it wasn’t his fault that...
Welcome back to my sexual autobiography! In this series of stories, I take questions I see posed on the Lush forums and answer them truthfully. And this poster wonders what sweet nothings have been whispered into my ear before, during and after the act! T...
There’s nothing more romantic than someone choosing to learn you. Flipping the pages in your soul delicately and digesting your chapters, with an open mind, no matter how difficult, or uncomfortable some of your moments are. Treating each bookmark not wit...
Since Trisha and I were going out for a nice dinner, and to meet my sons, I figured we’d take “the nice car,” and not the big Suburban I picked her up in at the airport. As we exited the mudroom into the four-car garage I told her we’d be taking the black...
To Jonathan Whyte, Priya Khan was the essence of beauty. Standing at an even five feet and always well put together. She had lush jet-black hair, charcoal eyes, silky brown skin, and pouting lips. Her curvy body caught many looks of lust from would-be sui...
Introduction: It was the last weekend of spring, and the weather was perfect on Cape Cod. The deep blue cloudless June sky blended into the ocean. The beachfront Atlantic Coastal Resort in Chatham was ready for a busy two days. Lauren DiMaria, the Resort’...
She walked into the coffee house like she owned the place. She was hard to miss with her natural red hair cascading down past her shoulders with curls toward the ends. Her emerald green eyes popped due to her fair skin tone. The older twenty-something-yea...
Emily stopped at the crest of the hill. She had left later than was wise, and had skied the last couple of miles in quickly falling light. The truth may have been that she had left late on purpose. The truth may have been that she liked having the trail t...
Watching Jaime undress, Gabriela unexpectedly had to bite back tears. There was nothing wrong with Jaime. Well, apart from being kind of a simp. He had, at least, never mistreated her. But she’d never imagined she’d ever lie with a man other than Alvaro....
The sound echoed through the forest. A shrill scream that raised my hackles, the little hairs on the back of my neck tingling a fearful warning. Wisps of red were disappearing into the dense spruce and thin, towering poplars as the sun sunk below the tree...
CHAPTER FOUR—Daffodils and Adventures Sally woke up hearing the birds singing outside her window. She took a shower, put on hot water for coffee, and watered her plants. She sat down in front of the window when her coffee was ready and gazed out at what l...
Why did I choose another woman over Mary? I asked myself this question frequently. On paper, Mary had all the qualities of a good partner. She was fun-loving, smart, an excellent cook and mixologist, and of course, offered incredible sexuality. Then, why...
CHAPTER THREE—Sally’s Sculpture Project Sally resolved to make serious progress over the weekend on the design of her big sculpture project. She went cheerfully to the library first thing Saturday morning. She spent several hours going through a wide vari...
