"There's an orange half-moon just above the river," he says. "Come see!" She raises her eyes from the UI screens on her laptop and slowly walks towards him, staring outside. He opens the window a bit. The fresh air of the night and background noises fill...
Paul and his wife Denise were invited to a dinner party by their good friends the Thomases, Carl and Sally, along with one other couple whom they hadn’t previously met, David and Jess. They were all in their early forties. Jess was a striking long-haired...
I woke up the following day and couldn't stop thinking about Dawn and the lust-filled encounter we had the night before. Dawn turned out to be hotter and sexier than my wildest fantasy. She had an amazing tanned body. She was only five foot two or three i...
Zoya stretched languidly and listened to the sound of pouring rain. The bed was warm, and she was in no hurry to get up. She could hear Nolan in the shower, and pictured him soaping up to wash away his and Emma’s cum. It had been hard not to make any nois...
In the first chapter of my story, I met a stranger at a nightclub, went to his apartment with him, and had a night of incredible sex. He asked me to sleep over with him afterward, and I did. At some point, we ended up in a spooning position. I like sleepi...
Mr. Smith made his plans to set up more parties for me. I felt sure they would be very popular and very lucrative. Meanwhile, I had been very intrigued by Mr. Thomas's invitation (or maybe it was more like he placed an order) for me to plan a sleepover wi...
Jim was on a work trip in Shanghai looking out his hotel room window. He couldn't help but notice two stunningly beautiful women in the pool below. They were maybe mid-twenties, lithe, shapely, graceful, and so full of youthful joy and energy, chasing eac...
I spent most of the Saturday after Thanksgiving doing domestic engineering. Robert's housekeeper was away for the long Holiday weekend, visiting her children, so I prepared and served breakfast for the two of us and then started going through the house wi...
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...
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...
