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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

Freefalling

Sometimes I wonder If traces of us Will still linger in The places we love If people will ever hear Echoing midnight laughter Dancing through the tired rooms Of uninspired hotels Where our worlds fade out Clothes following doubt Onto the laminate floor Unrelenting fingers digging Into the tanned sand of my skin Searching for a way in And I’ve missed the bliss Of your persistent kiss As you...Read On

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Editor's Pick

I Can Always Read Your Skin

I can always read your skin... But I want you to first be a whisper soothing us in the deep dark night, I want the closing proximity to ache until your body begins to scream. Until that slow heat rises and you remember the embers which continuously smolder in the absence of my touch, the constant note of desire  threading through all that you are. It becomes a harbinger of flesh crying out....Read On

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Liz

Dark Rain

Set ablaze in the cool rain of a summer’s night

Beams of lazy light sink into pools as amber droplets cascade and puddle, shimmering on the rain-streaked asphalt, chasing away the night one street-light at a time. The rustling branches of overhanging trees like secretive whispers in the darkness bow and sway in the evening breeze, their leaves wearing the beads of rain like the diamonds of queens. Your heels click on the dark,...Read On

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Fallen Angel

  She doesn't dance to music;  she snakes her hips to the base throb  pumping from the heart of the club,  her grinding moves keeping time  to the thumping beat bombarding the walls. Remarkably poised, she arches and bends,  a wave smoothly undulating through her lithe body, peaking with a flip of her ripe peach ass. Winking at me, she slaps her backside,  then, grasping the pole,...Read On

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Editor's Pick

little death

  i'm dying— there can be no other explanation for the way my heart beats against its bone cage the way my lungs tighten and swell as your tongue maps the arch of my throat descends to the curve of my breasts.   i'm dying— burning to death as your hands fan my ribs, nails bite into my skin, tongue departs to explore the burning apex between my thighs leaving a trail of fire in...Read On

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Editor's Pick

Borderline Love

Lia wasn’t old enough to remember the wall being built and until recently, she’d never even been near it. Standing twenty feet tall and stretching hundreds of miles along the border, it separated the two countries perfectly. Khaki-uniformed soldiers patrolled at thirty feet intervals, sweating under the weight of heavy guns. It must have been a lonely job, Lia thought, standing alone in the...Read On

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Editor's Pick

Beneath

She touched nerves never before touched.

Lena lay naked on the sand in the middle of the night, right on the tideline, where the shore met the sea. She dozed on the edge of dreams, more in the water than out of it now, though when she first lay down only her feet were submerged. The tide had risen since then. Each wave took the water incrementally closer. Her feet and ankles grew wet first, her long legs followed, a few inches at...Read On

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Editor's Pick

Little Dog and Mrs. Drake

Rosalia found the dog right around mid-afternoon a couple miles past the iron scorpion. The studio was in the garage stall of an old service station. The doors were open and the space was full of scrap metal and half-finished sculptures. Everything smelled like burnt iron. It was a hundred and five but he was leaning over welding one chunk of scrap to another. She didn’t want to shout over...Read On

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Editor's Pick

No Mercy

Tonight is the night.  It has to be.  Anticipation drew in her soul tight. Celeste stared through the statue’s eyes at the crumbling red brick below.  Spanish moss clumped at her cracked toes, early morning fog saturating what she could see of the air in her peripheral vision.  Molded in place, she had all her senses and none of her muscularity.   It’d been three hundred years. ...Read On

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Editor's Pick

Black and White

It was a late night and Raine was tired. She looked down at the expensive flower arrangement in her hand and pressed the apartment's doorbell for the fifth time. No answer. Only when she turned to walk away did the door finally open. “Hey,” The man was tall, wearing a t-shirt over boxers. His dark hair looked damp. “Sorry for the wait.” He smelled like soap. Raine didn’t quite look at...Read On

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Editor's Pick

Murder on the River Thames

The river may hide many secrets.

"We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." Oscar Wilde, 1854-1900 *****  "The Queen is Dead! Long Live the King!" What more important change than the death of a sovereign. At least, for the nation. Perhaps not for individuals. The end of the Victorian Age. The beginning of the Edwardian period. Would this country continue to be successfully powerful, or would...Read On

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Editor's Pick

Vanilla Scream

When both desired and undesired change pushes one past the point of no return…

I Green eyes. Contacts, he thought, but he could only see one. It looked unnatural. Not blinking. Just staring. Staring at him. It had better not be another Cyclops. His silly thought made him chuckle. Who are you? Was it envy? Or maybe, guilt? He hadn't felt anything like guilt for almost two years. Bitterness, insecurity, and resentment. Yes. Embarrassment and shame. Absolutely....Read On

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Editor's Pick

Apartment Eight Has A Golden Rival

Vasily's mysterious and attractive houseguest annoys Carie to action

“Fuck.” Carie tilted her head to the side and repeated, “Fuck.” She observed her lips in the mirror carefully. “Fu-uck.” She frowned momentarily before shaking her head side-to-side, tossing her lengthy cascade of sable hair into a seductive mess. She popped a brow, angled her chin over her bare shoulder, and cast a sultry, flirtatious gaze towards the mirror. Lips rounded, she loosed...Read On

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Editor's Pick

Earthly Bounties

The Reverend Tobias Whitmore was perplexed. Not that this was a particularly unusual state of affairs for him, he mused, as his relatively short life seemed to be lived in a condition of relative confusion. As the third son of a minor branch of a noble family with pretensions to faded gentility, he was always destined for the church from birth. This had nothing to do with his character,...Read On

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Editor's Pick

Shoot

An older neighbour talks a married young woman out of getting implants

It was just past six when I was returning home to my apartment from my morning jog. The late September air had cooled the sweat on my skin, and I was looking forward to a nice hot shower. As I opened the door to the lobby, Dan exploded from the elevator, and pushed past me in a hurry. “Hey, Dan,” I said. “‘Morning.” Dan Farber was a new tenant in the apartment down the hall from me. He’d...Read On

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Editor's Pick

Life Enhancing

It would be an overstatement to say India Cole had the best tits in the world but she definitely had the best tits in London and nobody knew this more than renowned plastic surgeon Simon Ryder. Simon worked out of Harley Street. He’d started his business with liposuction and Botox but beauty salons run by minimally qualified entrepreneurs had bitten hard into the market and the...Read On

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Editor's Pick

A Bookish Love Story

she wanted him, as a man, and wanted him now.

  The dream had returned--so had the eyes. They hovered in an angry sky just above the horizon, seeing everything but focusing on nothing. Amy knew those eyes—knew a time when they’d been filled with happiness and a love of life. But that had been before her brother came back from Vietnam. Young, naked, and skinny, she stood alone and vulnerable on a hill surrounded by flames where...Read On

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Editor's Pick

A Labour of Lust

One man's hot day at work.

Heaving the last two lengths of timber onto my bare shoulder came as a relief. The empty pickup bed was something I'd dreamt of for hours. My feet set off down the narrow stone-paved walkway on auto-pilot, retracing my footsteps for what felt like the four-hundredth time. The path opened into the expansive, beautiful garden that backed onto the house, meandering between luscious lawns...Read On

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Editor's Pick

The Library is Closing Now

The article about the library shutting its doors appeared in that day’s newspaper. When Tom had read it – it was a short piece – he folded the paper and leaned back in his chair. After a minute he rose, shuffled to the sideboard and in an orderly way pulled out its drawers and placed them next to each other on the floor of his kitchen-diner. He searched through them in turn, like a fox...Read On

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Editor's Pick

Gutenberg

I’m good at my job. That’s what got me into trouble. The New York State Library found a partial copy of William Blake's First Book of Urizen , and they called a team of experts to authenticate it. I was one of those experts and I was the only one to identify it as a clever fake. It turns out, I was right. That’s what made me famous in the world of rare book antiquities. Six months later,...Read On

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Editor's Pick

A Life Half-lived

For Eloise, a chance discovery provides advice from a dearly departed friend.

“I found this upstairs.” Box-shaped and covered in grey dust, he placed it on the kitchen table. Eloise frowned, “Mmm, what is it?” He shrugged, “I dunno, I’ve not opened it.  I found it under some floorboards.” It felt heavy in her hands and her heart leapt with anticipation, “Interesting.  Thanks Joe.” He nodded to where he came from, “Erm, I’ll get back to it.  It’s going well so...Read On

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Editor's Pick

Mieko: A Catalogue

Portrait of the artist

The Great Kings of Persia “A phrase keeps going through my mind: The Great Kings of Persia.” “What is it? Is it a story? A poem?” “It’s nothing,” she said. “Nothing at all. Just a phrase. A title.” “Storm drift. Something. It could be something,” said Dash. “That’s how ideas work. That’s how inspiration works, right? Something out of the blue. Unconnected, arbitrary. Unrooted.” “I...Read On

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Editor's Pick

Lost Enough

I felt weightless. Beautiful. A hushed silence had fallen over the audience at the 90th Academy Awards as the nominations for Best Actress in a Leading Role were announced. I knew I would win. Everybody knew I would win. The critics had been raving about my performance since the star-studded premiere of Desiccated Coconut . I glanced to my left at my date and co-star Daniel Carlton....Read On

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Second Saturday

Once a month, Kitty plays hard.

Kitty's phone pinged with an incoming kik message. It was a change from the hundreds of notifications she'd been getting all day from her Insta feed. Second Saturday always brought more hits. She eyed the screen as she leaned over her makeup table, applying her signature red to plum ombré lips. The sender's name was all she caught before the screen blacked out again; it made her plump,...Read On

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Baby Blue

She'll call herself Baby Blue when they're desperate for a name to moan. Stole it from a billboard ad along highway 70. Thinks it was the name for a zoo's newborn seal; bit like that song... Baby Beluga? Blue Jean Baby? Can't say for sure. Doesn't really matter. All that does is the power it seems to hold over men, especially those graying at the temples. They'll whisper it with beer...Read On

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Editor's Pick

When Passion Calls

When passion calls, will you answer?

What you should fear Is Passion's voice  When it calls Low and subtle Because when she speaks It feels like the wind Against your skin Right before it sweeps upward  And whispers in the leaves of trees It is your new name you hear What you will now call yourself That pulls your eyes to the sky That loosens a joyous tear Passion is the color of twilight Where darkness and light interchange...Read On

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Editor's Pick

No Way In

Nobody knew what to do. The wide streets were filled with chaos. Cars on the pavements. Fire engines roaring past. Ambulances whining endlessly like babies crying. Babies were crying. And people were crying too, screaming and sobbing into phones. I walked against the torrent running down the underpass steps and emerged into dust-filled air. It had been coming but nobody had felt it....Read On

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Editor's Pick

Paperclip

I fell for his voice first As it flew through grey smoke Through loud cursing laughter Over clinking glasses A small gig, a small bar Just him and a guitar I saw On a hot summer’s night Through flickering dim light The captivating sight Of his body Edgy alley-cat grace A lazy easy pace The hungry-dangerous Smile on his stubbled face He called me his princess It fuelled the incess- -ant need...Read On

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Editor's Pick

It's Never Just a Fuck

Criss-crossed and knotted, cutting and cut, the binding rope Holds me, folds me, remolds me to a creature of chains And locks. A creature of silent craving, biting my gag . I’m never so much myself, as when you fasten the collar . My Sade. My Rousseau. My love, wielding the whip . Do not let me go until you come .   Cord and steel holds me together until you come To me....Read On

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Editor's Pick
Liz

First Light

Love at first light

We leave the kitchen a mess of spilt milk, crumbled bread crust, and honey dripping from a forgotten jar. Breakfast is on crumpled sheets clenched between tight fingers and crushed under the weight of two. Your heavy breath whispered between hard kisses sinks beneath my skin and warms my soul. I can taste your scent in my mouth as if licked from your hot skin: hints of orange peel body...Read On