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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

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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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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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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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

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Castle Thell

Castle Thell was an imposing sight in the dimming light of dusk. It was an impenetrable fortress. The four spires of the castle were the only part of the structure that was illuminated by the setting sun’s rays, liken to spears on fire. A stark comparison to the near black walls in the absence of the sun's light. The spires were a silent and fiery warning, to any who might happen across it....Read On

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Going Down

A fear of heights has unforeseen benefits

Level eleven… When the doors swished open, Amy found herself face to face with a woman she both feared and revered. Marsha Hardwick: businesswoman extraordinaire whose racy looks and appetite for scandal were as legendary as her razor sharp mind. Heart pounding, Amy wiped her sweaty palms before extending a hand and timidly mouthing, “Hello.” The greeting was acknowledged with a...Read On

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The World Ends With A Whimper

One man's life on the precipice takes a new turn.

All around me, the grimy, cracking walls echoed with the deafening snarl of pistons. Burning rubber kicked up a storm of gravel that ricocheted all around like gunfire. I pressed myself deep into the darkest corner of the bridge arch and curled up as small as I could. I admit it wasn’t my most courageous or heroic moment, but I’ve learned to do whatever it takes to survive. I had no plans...Read On

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Gift Of The Geisha

A businessman receives a very special gift...

Seven o’clock, the black numbers showed clearly against the silver LED background. Tanner noted the time with a sense of detachment, not concerned or hurried, but with an awareness that his guest would soon arrive. A geisha, Tanner thought while gazing out through the expanse of windows in his penthouse apartment. Tanner rolled the word through his mind again, sampling its meaning as if he...Read On

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Serious Moonlight

“Take me, ruin me,” she implored, with some new note in her voice he had never heard before.

She came like a thunderstorm, cried out and spilled forward with a breathy sob, bouncing down onto the carpet and flipping over in a single elegant motion. He fell back onto the floor in the opposite direction, his chest pounding, gasping for air. He let his leg lop over hers. For long moments they lay in the dark together, letting their breathing settle, their hearts slow. A gibbous moon...Read On

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Serpent’s Kiss

She wants you. Body and soul.

Darkness had fallen and the air was heavy with humidity. As lanterns cast their glow and threw shadows about the narrows, I struggled to keep my skirts from the ground and my shoes from sinking in the mud. All the while, the demon crawled beneath my skin. I had not remained in the company of Émilienne for long, but she had taught me enough. I knew that the Blackness would appear every...Read On

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Agony of Joy

Whisper your tongue Along inner thighs Where trembling heat Seeps liquid diamond. Now part the lips that Throb with blood, The beat of heart And sweet agony That race in pulses, Aching pressure Between the folds Of honey rain. I rest upon your mouth In fear So lost within this Musky dream Where slick and fragrant Incense lingers In the burn of Frenzied fire. Fervours blaze in...Read On

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Holly From Eastbourne

A spot of flashing gets out of hand

I still have the magazines, some of them over 20 years old. They may be slightly faded, in spite of my best attempts to keep them in good nick, but I still derive a great deal of pleasure from seeing my wife in them. She was a real looker back then, and I felt like the luckiest man on earth when we married. Twenty-five or so years on, she still turns heads, and I’m still the luckiest man I...Read On

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Buz

The Devil’s Harem: She Played The Rusty Trombone

Purgatory is a helluva nasty place, especially when one steals the boss’s number one bitch.

Under the street lamps and neon signs, the streets and sidewalks glistened from the recent rain. It always seemed to have just rained around here, leaving puddles and steam coming off the hot concrete. Day or night, it was always humid. But did anyone see this place in the daylight? I don’t know. Like everyone else on this side of the bridge, I seemed to only come out at night. There may...Read On

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Trading Favors

I didn't know much about Phillip Sterling before I went to meet with the board of his charitable foundation. They had awarded Tom Bavington, the head of my lab, an enormous grant for his work in cancer research. The board requested that a representative of the lab present an overview of our work prior to the monetary award being given. Unfortunately, Tom decided to go skiing the weekend...Read On

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Jen

The Benefits Of Living Alone

I shut the laptop with slightly shaky hands. I was wet. Ridiculously so. I could feel my pussy lips smoosh against each other as I scooted back on the couch and replayed his words in my head. He always had this effect on me. It was just words on a screen, but without fail I'd find myself getting wet when he told me what he wanted to do to me. It wasn't everyone I talked to. Just him. He had...Read On

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The Riley Boy

Marissa discovers a completely different side to Benji.

Marissa Weiss very much enjoyed her mid morning run. On that Monday, her trainers pounded the smooth, black asphalt of this suburban residential street, one of a vast network in her upper middle class neighborhood. Mature oaks, poplars and sycamores spread their generous canopies over lush, well tended yards, creating a forest in the outskirts of Atlanta. The road wasn't anywhere near...Read On

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Editor's Pick

Forlorn Love

Written with an old world formality, mixed with the passions of our modern day

My wife is as terrified as I, fleeing with me through the dark and constricted alleyways of an old and decrepit city. The air is thick with the stench of refuse and the smell of food cooking over open flames as we pass between the cramped and overcrowded tenements that rise like cliffs around us. This woman, whom I believe to be my wife, pleads with me to find help or escape, but we both...Read On

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VirgoGo
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How to Drown Out Contact Passions

If you could read passions, would you?

My gift baffles me. There are times when it arouses and enlightens. More often, it alarms and exhausts. I didn't ask for it. Why would I? It just arrived one morning, disguised as a splitting headache. I remember the day clearly. I was studying for a physics exam with my crush, Dominic. Dominic was basketball tall and chess club smart. Where most of the guys in our class seemed eighteen...Read On

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Champagne and Canapes

An invitation to a fancy dress swingers party includes a live sex show and much more.

When I mentioned to Jack that we’d been invited to a swingers party at Erica Smith’s mansion on the last Saturday before Christmas he smiled and nodded his approval. But when I told him that it was a theme party, and he had to dress up as an elf, I think he thought I was just winding him up. To prove I wasn’t joking I showed him the invitation that Erica had dropped into the shop where I...Read On

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The Miracle of Christmas

The Miracle of Christmas Another sleepless night, another Christmas fraught with worry. There wouldn't be many packages to open for the kids this year. I've been telling them that Christmas is too commercial and we are starting a new tradition of just one present per person. The reality is that we can't afford even one. They had watched the polar express for the umpteenth time, and I was...Read On

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Red Tails In The Sunset

Warm tropical breezes blow away his inhibitions.

We love each other and are happy together, but we’re also very honest and open with each other and we’d decided that we wanted more. More excitement, more adventure, more boldness, more… something. Anything. Maybe just more openness and honesty and a chance to explore and satisfy our curiosity. We’d married late, both thirty years old, and at forty-one we remained best friends as well...Read On

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Between Two Worlds

Being yourself isn’t always easy.

Charlie looked out over the project. The windows of the opposite tower block were boarded, and gutters that had leaked for years had left stains about its brickwork. Despite being twenty floors above the city, so neglected was this part of town that Charlie thought the best view was of the ground. The grassy embankments that surrounded Tommy’s building were the only things that were...Read On

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For Your Viewing Pleasure

Madam X Always Gets What She Wants

They say, ‘patience is a virtue’ . Maybe so, but I was born with little patience. Time is something one can never get back and I hate wasting mine. That is why I smile when I see them. I squeeze my thighs together, trying to tame myself. I'm in such a rush to get what I want. I do like a good chase occasionally, but not this eve. ‘My, my… Yes, they are pretty, aren’t they?’ I think...Read On

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The Pearl Of The Pacific

I needed a holiday, she needed to explore. We ended up sharing so much more...

"Fun loving, affluent, recently single, forty something Australian seeks a twenty something girl for friendship and maybe more. Interested? I'm in Bora Bora in three weeks time for a short holiday. Join me! All expenses paid. I don't expect anything other than your company. After that we'll see how it goes. sallyrk75 1459678. " It was only a short flight north-west from Papeete but...Read On

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Editor's Pick

Legion

A Roman general's raid on a local village gives a surprising prize.

43 AD. Britannia. While gazing at the flickering lantern beside him, Legate Vespasian shuddered, though not from the cold. He glanced down to watch the slender, pale fingers of another’s hand trail down his scarred, olive skin and slither beneath the silk sheets that draped across him. The tender fingers encircled his now-limp shaft and gently stroked another shudder from his weary body. ...Read On

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Arianrhod

In the past, a virgin bride lost her cherry to the local Priest, but what if there was none to pop?

Walden and Bayard crouched low in the grasses beyond the crumbling stone wall outside Carmarthen Abbey. The young squire's leather skull-cap kept slipping down over his eyes each time his jaw turned and stretched wide to gnaw off another bite from the mutton-shank he held in his greasy, dirt-stained hands. Bayard, Knight's Yeoman to Sir Setheryn of Tye Gwyneth, elbowed the heaving rib-cage...Read On

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Trust Ch. 1

His need is specific. She is his woman. And, he is coming for what is his.

When he closed his eyes, no matter how slight, he could see the movement of her dark, golden skin against the paleness of his own. He could feel it and that was torture. He craved her touch and the mercy that it offered. A good fight in the heart of battle had always brought him great pleasure, great glory. That was where he belonged. Now, she was the only true delight of his heart, a...Read On

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Scarlet

Scarlet by name, scorching by nature

The crescendo roar of applause prompted the pale-faced stage hand to leap into action. Grabbing the handle, he tugged at the door separating the dressing room corridor from the stage. He held it open, his eyes lowered. Just in time. Having finished her turn for another evening, Miss Scarlet Carter barged her way off stage in a full-on flounce. “It’s ‘alf bleedin’ empty. Again,” she whined...Read On