At moonrise, on a dare, I enter Witchwood. Leaves hiss, creepers finger me.
Leering satyrs emerge, shaglegged, horned, with stiff red pricks. Stripped, held down, legs splayed, spellcast lusts torment me until I beg. Grinning, they mount me, filling every orifice. All night in burning ecstasy I buck and writhe.
At moonset I stumble free, coughing their stinking seed; thighs slicked, skin roped with pearls, a single leaf covering my slit.
Insatiable now, I’ll return...
Excellent work, Rookie
Thank you, Kimmi, for hosting this competition.
Suck You What?
Wind howling, shutters shaking, Jimbo slipped into bed.
At 25, Jimbo was far from clever.
Hovering above, the filmy figure sought her prey.
First offer to lose his virginity.
Accepted, the phantom wildcat took his manhood.
Each night she purred, “Tasty cream.”
After a week, he was more 65 than 25.
“You’re a suck what?” he questioned.
“That’s succubus. I dine on your essence,” she responded.
Another week, and Jimbo withered with a century-old smile.
Thanks Kimmi, for arranging this 
She touched herself under the window, knowing trick-or-treaters roamed below. The thrill was wicked until she glimpsed her face in the glass, leering with hunger. The orgasm crashed through her in helpless waves, stealing her breath, clenching her belly, leaving her writhing in trembling aftershocks. When she looked again, her eyes in the reflection blinked out of sync. Halloween night, her own desire had opened the door, and something stepped in to share her skin.
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Thanks Kimmi, for arranging this
She touched herself under the window, knowing trick-or-treaters roamed below. The thrill was wicked until she glimpsed her face in the glass, leering with hunger. The orgasm crashed through her in helpless waves, stealing her breath, clenching her belly, leaving her writhing in trembling aftershocks. When she looked again, her eyes in the reflection blinked out of sync. Halloween night, her own desire had opened the door, and something stepped in to share her skin.
Well—fuck me—why do I even try.
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Well—fuck me—why do I even try.
If that’s your surrender cry, I’m honoured to break your spirit so thoroughly. ;)
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Broken enough to forget question marks...
No question marks? That’s not broken grammar—that’s speechless admiration!
“Welcome to Hell!”
“Oh no! Have mercy!”
“It’ll be over soon. You’ve just got a few sins to burn off, then you can be off to heaven.”
“Really?”
“Oh yes, we don’t keep people forever for the sexual stuff! Let’s see, blowjobs, anal, unmarried sex, Lush Stories…”
The poker glows red hot.
“Bend over!”
Purged, my screams of pain turn to screams of joy, as hung angels pleasure me forever.
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Well—fuck me—why do I even try.
Because it's a fun challenge!
Bloodlust
The air thickened with the scent of sweat as she pressed him against the cinderblock wall. Her fingers dug into his chest, nails splitting skin.
He gasped—pleasure-pain blooming where her lips met his throat. Her teeth sank deeper. Blood dripped down his collarbone, warm and slick. His moan choked into a whimper.
Her true form unfurled, silken and many-limbed, pulling him into a beautiful, terrible embrace. Drinking his lifeblood while milking him.
Intense and enflaming
"Ah," she gasped, trapping him between her thighs, yanking his hair in the midst of passion. He couldn't wait any longer either, stood up, unbuckled himself, fished the square plastic from his pocket, and ripped it. But he looked down, frowning.
"What's up, babe?" She asked, lying deeper inside the bed.
"Nothing," he said. "My brother pulled a prank, mixing his candy trove with my stuff." He showed the square plastic filled with marshmallows.
Wow! So many great contributions. I applaud you all 👏 I’ve decided to sit this one out. My mind is devoid of any comparable effort.
I’m the new girl, shy, inhibited. You’re kind, attentive; a gentleman. Tonight there’s a power cut. You offer to walk me home.
Crossing the dank graveyard, you transform: virile, ruthless, ripping my petticoats, my drawers, forcing me down, entering me again and again.
Oh yes. I bewitch and corrupt all my gentlemen. Welcome.
Don’t cry. Slip me your wedding ring. You’re mine now. Sleep. Soon you’ll wake in my bed, deep in the wormy earth.
Fabulous twist! Wormy earth… delightful
Witch's Curse
One cursed hallowed eve, a speeding sedan swerved wildly when the sucked-off driver suddenly blew his load and cried out. A jolt, a crunch, and then silence. They'd hit a cloaked figure, a witch. Before she vanished, a chilling curse echoed, "The pleasure that stole my life now guards yours. Taste bliss again, and you will join me." The four friends knew their bodies had become ticking clocks; they could never taste that pleasure again.
“It is what you read when you don't have to that determines what you will be when you can't help it.” ― Oscar Wilde
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At moonrise, on a dare, I enter Witchwood. Leaves hiss, creepers finger me.
Leering satyrs emerge, shaglegged, horned, with stiff red pricks. Stripped, held down, legs splayed, spellcast lusts torment me until I beg. Grinning, they mount me, filling every orifice. All night in burning ecstasy I buck and writhe.
At moonset I stumble free, coughing their stinking seed; thighs slicked, skin roped with pearls, a single leaf covering my slit.
Insatiable now, I’ll return...
I love this! So nasty and wicked!
“It is what you read when you don't have to that determines what you will be when you can't help it.” ― Oscar Wilde
Update! Thanks to our generous admin and a sweet anonymous donor, I’m happy to announce there will 3 winners instead of 2, each receiving 430 coins ($43.00).
You can’t win if you don’t enter, so get to writing!
Kindness is contagious. Spread it! ❤️
Thanks, Kimmi for orchestrating these special challenges. Let's see if I can get 75 word story together.
Meagan
'Competition Top Ten' story
https://www.lushstories.com/stories/exhibitionism/faberge-eggs-for-christmas-3
(My 'Advent' Competition Story and my first Top 10 Competition Story!)
2 'Recommended Read' stories
3 'Famous' stories
How great to have that kind of support! Thank you again, Kimmi
Love these micro competitions.. here's mine.
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She’d died in childbirth. Their daughter survived less than a day.
Barely six months later, he’s back up the aisle.
She stands now at the end of the bed, nursing her baby, appraising his arse as it rises and falls.
He thrusts with youthful vigour, eager for a son as he impregnates the new wife like a brood mare.
He rolls over, satisfied, only to stare into their eyes. His screams would waken the dead.
My series about Chloe the dominating stepdaughter who controls her submissive stepmother has finished. It all started with Her Panties but does it end Happily Ever After?
A Sweet Nightmare
Do you know the Muffin Man?
“The Muffin Man?” she gasped, biting into warm, spiced sweetness. His shadow lingered close. Her body taut, heat pooling low.
The Muffin Man.
“Yes…” breath shallow, hips lifting, tongue slick with anticipation, aware of him watching.
The Muffin Man?
“Yes!” moans tumbled with each thrust of his hand, each press, shivers coiling through her.
The Muffin Ma—
“YES!” she cried, undone, trembling, drenched in pleasure… ravenous, knowing, sinister, inescapable.
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Love these micro competitions.. here's mine.
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She’d died in childbirth. Their daughter survived less than a day.
Barely six months later, he’s back up the aisle.
She stands now at the end of the bed, nursing her baby, appraising his arse as it rises and falls.
He thrusts with youthful vigour, eager for a son as he impregnates the new wife like a brood mare.
He rolls over, satisfied, only to stare into their eyes. His screams would waken the dead.
Dang girl! A May Zing
She tilted his head to the side, her breath cool against his throat. For a heartbeat, the world was still. Then her lips found his skin, soft and deliberate.
When her teeth sank in, he gasped — caught between pain and longing.
She drank just enough, then drew back, crimson gleaming on her lips. Her eyes met his, timeless and knowing.
“Now,” she whispered, “you are mine.”
Angelica’s sloppy blowjob was especially enjoyable as this was her flat; her sheets. At the pub, edgy piercings and tattoos seduced me easily. Sexy…dangerous.
Gagging was aggressive yet so were teeth. “FUCK! Sharp!”
“Delicious …!” she slurped, fangs dripping.
The wet not spittle but blood, my blood!
“YaaAHH!” I gasped out of a nightmare…my own sweaty bed.
Stumbling to the toilet I screamed again.
Fang holes seeped; two on each side of my hardness.
Oohhh!! Ouch ! Short but definitely not sweet!! Well done. It makes an impact, in more ways than one.
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Oohhh!! Ouch ! Short but definitely not sweet!! Well done. It makes an impact, in more ways than one.
Thanks! This was way fun
