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Collectively, the stories here at LushStories.com have all been viewed and rated by millions of surfers, and it is easy to see which stories are Top Rated by the general public (click the "Most Popular" tabs in any of the Categories, or on the front page).

Due to the sheer volume of submissions, sometimes stories do not stay on the front page for more than a few hours, and some absolute gems get lost in the crowd. Hence we've created this “Editors’ Picks” page, where we call out what we believe are some truly extraordinary pieces of writing. We may miss some too, but most of those that deserve higher praise will be listed here.

Each month our Editors pick those which we believe are exceptional. These stories will be easily recognised with an award next to the story itself, as well as in the Author's profile area, and of course listed in this section.

Congratulations to the authors of our story picks.

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Editor's Pick

Muff Nudge

The naughtiest elf at the salon

"Next!" I called, more curtly than was professional. Nineteenth customer of the day can do that to a girl, not that I was counting. My calves ached beneath the cheap, gimmicky costume that was covered in other people's hair. Nobody in their right mind wanted their hair cut by an elf. It was stupid. And to cap it off, fucking Bieber bleated about love on the local station, like he was even...Read On

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Platinum Haze

A vinyl record chirps out the chocolaty smooth baritone of Nat King Cole and his 1960 album, The Magic of Christmas , as we’re processed, lifting the precinct’s normally dingy atmosphere to something almost magical. Thing is though, the steel cuffs around my wrists aren’t at all about that magical, ‘Deck the Hall,’ cheer. They prefer sucker punches of ball-busting reality and the...Read On

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Fifteen Shopping Days 'Till Christmas

Santa's hand slipped up the inside of my thigh. He had taken off his wooly mittens so he could caress the skin; my pussy pulsed into a low throb. But, just before he reached the apex--and with an enormous effort on my part--I moved a step away. I pretended to straighten an ornament on the fake Christmas tree. "Knock it off, Saint Nick," I said in a low, indulgent tone. "We still have four...Read On

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It's Behind You!

Who loves a Christmas pantomime? Oh yes, you do!

“Whoops, sorry!” Kevin felt himself blush involuntarily as he opened the dressing-room door and found himself confronted by the sight of Gary and Belinda going at it like a couple of rabbits. She was bracing herself against the table while Gary enthusiastically scuttled her from behind. The white blouse of her dirndl costume had been pulled right down, giving Kevin a full-frontal view of...Read On

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Editor's Pick

Oh Christmas Goat, Oh Christmas Goat

Christmas Day. Shelly was in the driver’s seat, her bunny slipper on the pedal, steering wheel in one hand while she searched through the stations of the radio for something that wasn’t Celine Dion singing Come All Ye Faithful. “Deer!” I screamed, pointing out the windshield, covering my eyes. I am not sure how she missed it. I credit the coke we’d snorted earlier. Either that or...Read On

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Editor's Pick
Jen

Stuck On You

" Whaddyamean stuck? " Aghast, I strained my neck and peered down between my spread legs, where my girlfriend currently had her face buried in my wet and needy snatch. I'd been pretty close to cumming when my pre-orgasmic blissful build-up was rudely interrupted by her panicked mumbles about getting stuck. For a second, various improbable medical nightmares ran through my head as...Read On

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Editor's Pick
Liz

Subliminal Boobage

“Hey, Dan.” “S’up.” One thing Dan really liked about sharing a house with a girl as opposed to other guys was that they always smelled great. Gone were the bags of two-week old sweaty gym clothes and post-curry farting competitions. The hell of olfactory foulness had been replaced by a bouquet of feminine delights. Whatever expensive perfume his new housemate had doused herself in...Read On

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Editor's Pick

How Would You Like Me?

It’s your fantasy

First timer , she thought, watching him fumble with his belt buckle. Everything about him was tense: furrowed brow, clenched jaw, averted eyes. She sat back on her haunches, hands resting lightly on her thighs. This one was going to need coaxing. “Can I help?” she purred. “No, I’m…” He flinched as someone rattled the door handle. A nervous smile flickered across his face.  Smiling...Read On

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Dirty Martini

Pam enjoys a special ingredient in her drink

The booze softened the surprise, but seeing her was still a punch to the gut. For a moment I couldn’t breathe; all the air in the plush bar felt sucked away. Pam slid onto the stool beside me as comfortably as if the intervening years had been nothing more than a barfly’s hiccough. “Mike Ross, you’re a welcome sight,” she said casually, the way you’d comment about the weather. Her...Read On

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Editor's Pick
VirgoGo
online

Getting into Character

Masochism and acting go hand in hand. But when the script is about spankings? Limits get tested.

Casting is a mysterious art. There are auditions where I’ve felt sure I was tuned to the part and to the director; where I landed every action and inhabited every line. And then there have been other auditions where I’ve left scratching my head, wondering why they even called me. That’s showbiz, right? Being a working actor involves tons of rejection and only smatterings of acceptance. It’s...Read On

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Editor's Pick

Living Doll

Scenes

I come home from work to find her there, in the living room. She’s on her knees in an armchair, torso draped over the back, arms dangling and cuffed, and there’s a spreader bar between her ankles. She’s wearing heels, white nylons, and a flowery, virginal white dress. She’s completely still and completely silent. I stand behind her and lift her dress. There’s pale skin above her stocking...Read On

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Editor's Pick

The Games They Play In Vegas

An evening in Vegas doesn't go exactly as planned, or does it?

Brander Sharpe sat alone at a cocktail table in the middle of the lounge. He didn’t feel conspicuous, though. This was where he liked to be. It allowed him to survey his surroundings, his opportunities. It also allowed him to be clearly seen. He was the hawk on the treetop. Just beyond the confines of the quiet lounge, the casino buzzed. The chimes of the slot machines, and the rare cheer...Read On

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Editor's Pick

Strength

Crystal blue eyes. The type that on another girl could look dramatic or vulnerable. Even soul piercing. But squinted by a smile too small for her boxy face and caked with a thick rim of black makeup, she appeared exactly how she really was: trying too hard. “Just this once.” Giggling, Blake’s blonde girlfriend rounded the desk countertop. Craned her neck to look up at him as she pulled...Read On

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Editor's Pick

This is the Last

What will survive of us is love

I haven’t seen you for years. But it's funny: the way the light catches you lying with your eyes closed, it isn't so hard to see you as you were the first time I came to your house. Remember? Fifty years ago. The night I was ready to fuck you. I’m here again, Jim. You called for me, but I’d have come anyway. Because I need to speak to you. To tell our story. And to release...Read On

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Editor's Pick

Now You've Done It, Levi Strauss!

A very bad day ends well.

I caught the eight-thirty, three hours later than my usual. The trains run every thirty minutes, and I’d been trying for the eight o’clock but missed it by three minutes; it had been that kind of day. Boring meetings that ran too long, cantankerous clients, computer glitches, grouchy staff – and I’d destroyed a brand new pair of hose, snagging them on a rough spot beneath the conference...Read On

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Editor's Pick

Casualties

I saw the union soldiers when they first crested the rolling hills at the edge of Papa's farm. There were so many, the ground shook with them and the wild things startled. I wished earnestly to be one of the rabbits, to hide in a burrow and let the destruction happen over my head. Already, I had buried the jewelry--what little there was left. I had harvested all of the kitchen garden that...Read On

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Series Award

The Riley Boy II: Filthy Slut

Marissa sinks deeper into depravity with Benji.

The entire week, Marissa had been leaving the house early and arriving late. Early and late enough to avoid Benji. It wasn't fear, she kept telling herself. She just didn't want to give into the temptation he represented. It was bad enough that she couldn't stop thinking of him. So, she'd been packing a tote and going to the gym, then spending the rest of the day out. She was playing it safe. ...Read On

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Editor's Pick
Buz

The Batgirl

The batgirl gets what she wants.

Her ass looked like heaven. He’d never seen a smoother, more perfectly shaped set of feminine hips. Her hips couldn’t be better displayed than in those skin-tight, white and pinstriped, polyester baseball leggings. She was the batgirl and he’d been told she was strictly off limits, but Hollywood Kasey couldn’t keep his eyes off her ass. Even standing in the ‘on deck’ circle, he couldn’t keep...Read On

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Editor's Pick

Thin Ice

The first time Ivan saw her, his cock moved and his exercised body, which was warm to start with, turned hot. He forgot that he was supposed to be watching his ice dancing students practice their twizzles. In fact, he only stopped looking at her when his students skated up to him, waiting for his critique. He struggled for something to say. "A little crisper," he finally offered. They...Read On

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Editor's Pick
VirgoGo
online

Taking One For the Team

A gymnastics coach does what's necessary to get her team onto the podium.

If you eliminate the sequins and the ribbons, clean off the foundation and the blue eye shadow, ignore the sprained ankles and the rictus smiles, what’s left isn’t much. Rhythmic gymnastics is a nasty whore of a sport where the judges are little more than johns. I don’t like saying this, because I started as a competitor twenty years ago and now I’m coaching the Canadian team. My girls...Read On

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Editor's Pick

Gold-Medal Whore

A runner will do anything to take home the gold.

Every four years, the TV networks design their “Road to the Games” mini-bios about the athletes to stir the heartstrings. With moving soundtracks, they go on and on about perseverance, courage, and just about every type of sacrifice. I haven’t seen my profile yet. When it comes to sacrifice, it probably doesn’t say anything about backroom blowjobs. Or worse. “Runners, to your marks...” As...Read On

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Editor's Pick

Sunny

You make bad choices in the heat

1 Sweat glued strands of her red hair to her neck and crept down her alabaster skin like a hundred tiny snakes. Sweat collected at the base of her spine and soaked through to the chair. It gathered on the underside of her thigh and there she could even hear it, a little drop falling occasionally onto the hard linoleum floor. Kate couldn’t have done much more to cool herself....Read On

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Exercising Restraint

Spicing up her workout with some power play.

I know you're in love with my curvy arse, especially the way my cheeks rise and fall in sequence with each revolution of the exercise bike pedals. The taut skin casts barely a ripple in the black yoga pants, save for the faint outline of my cotton knickers and the crease below each globe where their flawless contour joins my thighs. From your vantage point, sat at eye level with my peach, I...Read On

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Touch

Boy meets girl. Girl stabs boy, where?

Valentina Bazin was the youngest competitor to have won gold medals in the women's individual and team foil event, in an Olympic Games. She was France's sweetheart. The whole world was certain she would go on to capture many more gold medals, and win every major fencing title for her country. She had the potential to become the greatest fencer in the history of the sport. She also had a...Read On

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Editor's Pick

Fiction

What is more beautiful than Dominance…Control…Rope…Submission…Devotion…

Jessica’s perfect form hung just inches from the floor at the slightest of angles, facing the skylight of his loft. Her back was gracefully arched, arms drawn back and down. Her inner wrists were joined behind her, two fists kissing each other, thumb lying beside thumb, and a series of well-spaced, ornate knots linked them to her secured ankles. One set of ropes supported her upper back,...Read On

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Editor's Pick

Reawakening Rebecca

Does the rich client hold the key to Rebecca’s future?

The woman stared up from the recliner at the study's ceiling tiles, their geometry an irritating counterpoint to the tumbling thoughts beneath her silver bob. Consternation creased her exquisitely manicured eyebrows. "Surely one should not behave in such a manner, should one? It’s simply not proper." She brought cherry polished nails to one cheek and gave it an idle scratch. "At fifty-five,...Read On

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Editor's Pick

No-one else will ever have you

Something happened up here. And it has to be hushed up.

I knew something bad was going to happen from the moment I saw the turrets of Our Lady’s Convent School pointing into the clouds like dead, black fingers. The turrets could be seen from miles away. But as we drew closer to our destination over bleak Yorkshire moorland, the ominous feeling only grew. The school’s walls were a deeper shade of grey than the slate of the sky that...Read On

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Editor's Pick

Fevered Dreams

An ancient mansion holds a mysterious woman, her hulking manservant, and their secret pleasures.

The silver van meandered through the sweeping bends of an oldgravel road. Shadows swept and danced through the trees’ towering trunks in the dim early morning haze. The passing headlights disturbed the undergrowth; the creatures and leaves stirring under its gaze and scattering back to the shadow. Tyres crunched over stones, the engine gusting along at a whisper as its driver held his breath...Read On

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Road To Nowhere

Where am I?

The windscreen wipers tore back and forth but their efforts were futile against the deluge. The storm was monstrous. What started as spots of rain dotting the windscreen had developed into a full-blown meteorological onslaught. Rain hammered down and a savage wind battered the hedgerows, bending branches low over the road. Thorny foliage caught in the wipers, scraped arcs across...Read On

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Editor's Pick

Night Music

I first glimpsed Aspenwald in the early spring when everything still seemed dead. A month earlier, I had buried my father and, with him, all of my joy. Every plan I had for the future was dashed and every hope ground to powder. The black tracings of bone-bare trees along the drive to the main house and the gray, unpromising stone of the mansion suited my mood. Uncle Henry wasn't a...Read On