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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

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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Spoiler Alert

Spoiler Alert: It all goes well in the end

The length and thickness were just right. It was the perfect size. I’d dropped hints. The wrapped gift Annie handed me had to be the new Lance Stryker novel, None So Blind, I’d been waiting three years for. It had taken all my self-control not to buy it when it came out, two days before our anniversary. I tore at the wrapping but watched her open her package. The plain green covers of...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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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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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

Cougar Clickbait

A college student finds his stepmother’s online profile and takes advantage

For the umpteenth time, Jessica Flynn wished for a time machine, to go back and undo that initial mistake, born of boredom and too much chardonnay. She would still be bored, but free, not dancing to her stepson Craigin’s tune. That more innocent and lonely time seemed like heaven now. Now she was in too deep. She looked back at the car where he was waiting. So like his father’s,...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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Editor's Pick

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

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Editor's Pick

Let me be your Juliet

Let me be your Juliet, standing proud upon the balcony Golden hair a crown of fire as it’s kissed by the sun Distracting you, the sweetness of your adoration forgotten As you gaze heavenwards, lust burning in your loins You came to woo me with your words, you claim To praise me with the poetry that sings in your heart To make love to me as the dawn breaks over Verona I don’t want to...Read On

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Editor's Pick

In Love We True Completion Find

What means this palpitation in my breast, This savage wild elation in my mind? What power is this o’er my soul imprest That my sentient will is undermined, Leaving me prey to inchoate desires, Feverish with overwhelming yearning? Can this be love that has lighted such fires That my very soul with lust is burning? Against this force I have no sure defence, And a thousand darts loosed from...Read On

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Editor's Pick

Lost Angels

Some memories don’t stick. They’re not important or consequential enough to make a lasting impression. But I remember Aiden. Everything about Aiden. For the first time in my life, in my messed-up shunted around excuse of a life, I felt as though I’d found someone who came from the same place. We were young. Young and angry and selfish and dangerous. I think we felt as though the world owed...Read On

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Editor's Pick

Alien to Pleasure

Careful, objects in the mirror may be less human than they appear...

SEVEN DAYS AGO: Zilla ~   The force of impact jolted her against the forcefield holding her to the seat. "Ooooofff!" The images on the screen were roiling clouds of dust showing the world outside her craft.  Eyeing her new environment with eagerness, she rolled her eyes and the lit beams that banded her to the seat disappeared.  The dust was clearing now and she stared at the...Read On

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Editor's Pick

Haunted by Proxy

There was that slight shimmer you see when the asphalt gets hot in the sun, and then there she was. It was a perfect summer day. The road and the skies were clear, and yet somehow I didn’t spot her until I was only a few yards away. I don’t normally stop for hitchhikers, but how could I fail to stop for her? The pedal shuddered beneath my foot as I slammed on the brakes. I prayed my...Read On

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Editor's Pick

Worth The Risk

Is the damsel in distress all that she seems?

Her thumb was out, but it wasn't the first thing Warren noticed. Had there been any other traffic besides his BMW on the tree-lined state highway, her figure would have stopped it. Honeyed hair, the same hue as the endless scorched road surface upon which he'd been travelling, tumbled down her back and brushed the exposed strip of midriff below the loose hem of her white vest top. Stunning....Read On

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Editor's Pick

A Show Of Exposure

I want to make myself come for you

Gazing into the distance as I ploughed south down the M11 towards London, I was barely aware of the constant splatter of raindrops and spray on the windscreen. The passing junctions blurred into one another as I ate up the miles between the flat I shared in Cambridge with my girlfriend, Sara and my secret destination, the Radisson Blu Hotel next to Stansted Airport, some thirty miles...Read On

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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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Editor's Pick

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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Editor's Pick

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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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