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X is for Xenia

Xenia: in ancient lore, the ancient Greek custom of hospitality, including the giving of presents

A buxom maiden of nineteen years was Xenia Xerxes Whose step-dad told her, his guests she must please. Xenia most happily obeyed As her body she displayed Naked for all newcomers to see, squeeze and seize. Now, her step-dad, Pimpopulous, owned an inn Where many travelers from afar would drop in To enjoy their host’s treats Like his step-daughter’s teats As their...Read On



Body straining Spine arching Raking fingers Down my body. A probing tongue Hot and wet Seeking my centre My pleasure. Trembling thighs And clenching hands Gripping hair Soft moans and gasps. Steal my breath And push me higher Thrust and suck Lick and flick Hard then soft Fast then slow. I close my eyes, Sink in sensation. Aching...Read On



This poem only available on Lush Stories . If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Soft rains of kisses, The freshness of mellowed summer alights on my skin With each breath that you take And exhale over me. In this drowsy candlelight, My body moves, Gently writhing, Searching through this Sliding on these sheets, Desperately wanting your touch, Craving a kiss Here and...Read On


Q is for Quickie

There once was a girl named Nicky Who was known for giving a quickie. This eighteen year old lass Very often missed class Because she’d been sucking some dickie. Now our Nicky was no common slut. You might say she was anything but. She just wanted to know How boys’ penises grow When into a girl’s mouth they are put. She took sex education quite seriously, ...Read On


U is for Underwear

A guy pants at a girl's underpants, he rants when given a chance. Rhyme scheme changes at times

A young girl’s panties say so much About self-esteem and confidence As well that she doth often touch Her sex-self under her underpants. Girls’ finger-fun is no great secret, The Victorian Age aside. For on-line's Victoria’s Secret Means naughtiness need not hide. Our outer gear is made to deal With cold and raging storms. But panties meet needs more real ...Read On


Seeking Release

Within me does a tempest roar Which leaves me calling out for more. I treat myself with lust so raw, It leaves me tender, tight and sore. Tenfold have I, in climax, cried Yet each time ended unsatisfied. Again, I spread my long legs wide And seek, once more, the gushing tide. My swollen clit, I start to tease And thrust my fingers in-and-out with ease. Tightly together do I...Read On


Words from My Heart

Introduction, I started this with the intention of writing a cute text to my girlfriend at the time,

Introduction, I started this with the intention of writing a cute text to my girlfriend at the time, while she was sitting on the bed wondering what I was doing with my phone, but it kept going till it turned into this. Its too bad that fairy tales aren't real and that true love isn't a guarantee that a relationship can work, because this was true love, and we really did fight hard for...Read On


Ode To A Real Woman

She isn’t petite and bouncy Like a Bugeye Sprite Or a cheerleader Darting around corners   But bouncing with every bump in the road. And she isn’t long and lean Like an XK 120 Or a marathon runner Eating up curves and distance As if they were made just for her. And she isn’t high maintenance Like a Masaerati Or a starlet wannabe Needing attention even if...Read On


O is for Orifice

The hole truth and nothing butt the truth

O is for Orifice A woman’s bodily orifice while pleasant on the surface is also inviting deep within. Whether it is her mouth or an orifice farther south, openings tend to lure gentlemen. When such invites are open, not a word need be spoken. Even dull men will get it. It’s near silent and alluring, just like a pussy purring, and most men just love to pet it. A tongue will...Read On


Karren Loves Bobbie

My Ode to another CD.

As we lie here together in our panties and slips  Our tongues darting in and out of each other's lips As we lovingly gaze into each other's eyes Our hands are exploring each other’s thighs The nylon is smooth and soft to the touch The feeling of our love is ever so much Our fingers slid over each other’s love mound Our passionate moans are the only sounds As our love...Read On


The Lady of Shallot

Onion a bird in a gilded cage

The Lady of Shallot Like an onion, you'd have me peel Knowing full well how I'd feel. Swooning, my head it would reel As naughty glances you would steal. Layer after layer must fall off Until at last all clothes I doff. But for you is that enough? What more is there left to slough? I'd stand naked from toes to chin Before you, Sir, in my bare skin. With my...Read On


A Cross Dressers Lament

Just a cute poem I wrote for fun

I like panties, A Cross dresser’s Lament I like panties, I like slips, I love nylon on my dick. It feels good and is great fun, wearing my panties helps me cum. I wear a slip, a bra, and nylons too; add a pretty dress and I’ll cum for you. Don’t judge, just give it a whirl, because I have fun as a CD girl. CD girls are really great, invite one out on a serious date. We make...Read On


A Journey from I to US: (the sweethearts version)

The feeling love can give us

Cold and dark Alone and scared Just wishing For someone that cared Blinded from hurt Scared from mistrust Can’t tell the difference Between love and lust Suddenly I see a light Very dim at first Then gets bright Warm and luminous Together and secure Never have I felt, Felt so sure We were meant to be You wouldn’t leave, never I could feel it in my soul Never meant forever No more hurt...Read On


F is for Fellatio

There is nothing that says 'I am yours' like a blow-job lovingly, enthusiastically given

F is for Fellatio Tongue, teeth and lips I use As along his upright shaft I cruise. Bound to excite and to amuse All sense of self I now must lose. For cock is all there is to me. This mighty root of hard wood tree Fills my mouth and mind with glee. And I must worship on bended knee. My tongue beds this stalwart shaft Which may enter me fore or aft. It’s free to...Read On


The Morning Review

Lovers and poets and tea

If you’re going to live out contradictions Put them all on the same page at least? I did, I did! I rage and plea But oh, I spill my tea. In all the fume and excitement I forget almost This ecstasy dyes out the daily planner And makes my hours a wash. Did you see the rain? The sky collapses And putters, putters, and the laundered specks Drizzle past pebbles as out the pipes they fly. Oh,...Read On


Journey From I To Us

A journey to regain lost paradise......

Love melted away from my life making it completely barren colorless your presence made me feel heavenly in paradise you fill colors in my life your presence is a rainbow to me Life was never pleasing without you your presence making all the difference giving life a meaning soothing purposive smiley creative full of colors my life without you was so barren single lonely yearning for flowers...Read On


Someone Near

Such a cold day, I wish I could snuggle, Into someone dear, To keep me warm, And to shelter me. But no-one dear, Is near, I feel so lonely, I wish I could find, That one person. The one who would, look after me no mater what. The one who would, keep me close, keep me warm, And always keep me close, To their heart. I wonder if there is, Someone in the world, ...Read On


N is for Naked

Relaxed, stripped of tense pretense and clothed only in bodily essence

N is for Naked Naked came I within Wondrous, winding ways Of imagination’s dream; My only clothing, skin. It is my mind I’m stripped Of body shame of being Encased in others’ decree That from myself be ripped. I stand barefoot in my head On exciting fields of joy Where, bare in nature’s berth, I am reborn in flowering bed. Not just at night, under cover ...Read On


O is for Orgasm

O, what I dream I had

O is for Orgasm Toys, big boys and fingers full of joy Parade in naked dance to delight A girl’s fancy in dark, hot night When body aches to some sex enjoy. Prone to calm waves’ wet motion Amid many moans which betide Mounting pleasure-pressure inside, A woman treasures sincere emotion. Thoughtless men have their way. But women’s paths lie on a cloud Of...Read On


Pronounce You

Love and marriage in the Post-Modern world

Ethics, this is the slut I told you about Blush summons sentence Served knee-high I can tell She’s never bent this far Before Alice wears brief skirts Weighs the legal options Vermont Sodom Thunder Wonder Student debt and studded collar Go-go justice prefers house music arrest Bottled brunettes Latex and fishnets Prime pills and pumping fist Jury-rigged troth's still better than none...Read On


Today I Cried

While mowing my yard ... Today I Cried ... thinking of you.

TODAY, I CRIED… … Over a love that once was alive and then died. … Over hurtful things in our lives. … Over mistakes made that cannot be denied. … Over ‘heart’ decisions that don’t come easy. … Over the open cage that once held captive your soul in my heart. … Over the hard lessons you’ve had to learn alone. … Over betrayals in your life. … Over innocent lives that may grow up too soon....Read On


Same very Bed!

Dealing with bodies ignoring the soul.

We live together, so close to each other So deep the loving; in between Yet, how close we really can keep together? Walking alike, yet; the path is unknown. Think alike, yet; don’t think us as one. Being prisoned by walls, don’t make us shout out of hatred- Dealing with bodies ignoring the soul. Boundaries of bindings being torn into pieces; Yet a bed is the destiny at...Read On


Zones Erotique

Erotically from A to Z.. the ultimate female stripped of pretense

Z is for zones érotiques A woman needs but a gentle touch To release her feminine mystique. But a man can never put too much Into her très chaude zone érotique. Her hot zones cover so much And wrap love-lust within Flesh most sensitive to touch, In her all encompassing skin. Start at the top: her well coiffed hair Is called her crowning glory. Below when...Read On


Waking Wanting You

Waking up for wild morning sex but you're not here

You do not know I wake up wanting you, or how my hardness grows to have you close so I can grind against your ass and want me too, and in the morning light know what longing knows, our growing need to feed the rising fire, and lure each other closer to the heat, and feel the flames of our desire get higher until we burst in wildness hot and sweet, but you don’t know the ache this...Read On



First time

The hurt you cherished like a beloved friend That kept you defeated and held you in check conquered and defeated dispelled and destroyed by your masters leash and silver words and harsh caresses withholding release maintaining a grip from a distance sweet chords for your heartstrings a balm for your soul given over to lust and sweet numbing of anguish Taken away from the struggle ...Read On

Sweet Nectar

Hands that touch my heated skin A sigh that brings a wicked smile Moans of desire resound off the walls Hips sway wanting more of you Make it happen, make me call out your name You want hear it, you want me to beg You savor this moment when I give in You have all I need, all I ever wanted Here I lay close to you, take it I see no other, only you, your eyes Wetness, sweet...Read On



the way you feel inside me is perfection

I watch your beloved and intense face and touch the edge of your mouth as you slowly slide your erect length into my longing. Breath ceases as a moan is pressed from my throat. All is perfect. , Of course, the earlier kisses, desperate and wild, were perfect. The laughing chase as we ran to the bed leaving a trail of clothes behind us was perfect, too....Read On


Lament of a Man in Pain

A poem I wrote when I was between relationships, trying to decide how to handle the transition

Whatever I do, Wherever I go, Someone I love, or someone I know, Gets hurt, by me, so what can I say? When my every move, and my every way Is painful to Someone. I wish that I could be the good man, That people around me keep saying I am. I don't see how it could be that they see, What I can't see, a way that I can be. It's not who I am. Why should I try, to love anyone, When there is...Read On



Shakespeare based Romeo and Juliet on Ovid’s Pyramus and Thisbe

My wacky Thisbe’s built a wall to shield her fragile heart laid up dreamy purple stones and murky chunks of amber from the shores of her past she never looks when we make love I know  in the pale glow from the hall  I watch her eyes  the soft grey irises fade inward  becoming blank moons to ponder what phantom lover moves  in the secret space behind them I come, she goes, we...Read On


Baby it's cold inside

Baby, it's cold inside. I am in great need in a cold land Where bedded warmth covers me In my dreams like desert sand Buried, wholly safe and free.   Before screens, which to the world show Only glass echoes of my heart's beat, I come naked and alone to know How I may give off my inner heat.   Phantoms summoned rise in my mind, ...Read On