I went out the other night with some of my fireman mates and met a bunch of wild and crazy girls. One in particular caught my eye: a sexy redhead named Karen. Damn, she was hot! I really hadn't planned on hooking up with anyone, even though my girlfriend Missy was out of town. Something about a girls weekend. She said, “What happens in Toronto stays in Toronto! Don’t ask! Don’t tell.” So I figured, what’s good for the goo...

There they were, my sixteen year old step-grand-daughter Mickey, she of the brilliant red hair, small but full and pointed breasts, and killer butt that she parades around the house; and her BFF Keely, a chubby brunette, big breasted, broad hipped, green eyes and shaved bare as the day she was born. Needless to say, I was sporting a raging hard-on as I looked at the two young, nubiles, naked in Mickey’s bedroom.Keely was...

It all started online. In a chat room. Like the one here on Lush. We met. We clicked. We chatted. We even cybered a couple of times, when the mood was right. We got to know each other, our likes, our dislikes, some of our sexual preferences. Like I said, we clicked. So, when the opportunity arose for me to travel to your home town, we decided to meet. I suggested dinner, letting you pick the place. You told me what you pl...

This story was written by a friend (who wishes to remain anonymous) and edited by me. Any and all praise for the work belongs to her! He stepped out of the shower, his salt and pepper hair still damp, the beads of water trickled down his chest and back, stopping at the towel that wrapped his waist, concealing his privates. I could see from my vantage point, one drop start at his earlobe, river down his chest, and guided b...

All I could think of was that my parents should be on that international house hunting show! But why bring me along? This whole looking for the dream house thing was BORING! I’m sitting in the back seat of this mini-bus while George ferries Mom and Dad from house to house on the island of Jamaica. So as my parents look, I sit in the back playing games with my i-phone, or sending suggestive texts to my boyfriend Brad, tell...

I boarded the train at Hastings, as I do three days a week, heading back from class. Backpack slung over my shoulder, Tweed sports coat, complete with leather elbow patches and worn but not ratty looking jeans completing my ensemble. Such is the life of this twenty-something part time collegian. As I entered the car, a smile crossed my face as I scanned the interior for a seat. There she was! Auburn hair in a short, tight...

PLEASE NOTE! This is a work of fiction. The characters and the situation may be familiar, but the actions and words are solely the product of my fertile, if somewhat kinky, imagination! It was my fourth day on the job. Thanks to my dad’s political connections, I was standing in the White House, a Presidential intern, nineteen years old. Young, innocent, naïve, but here I was. And there he was. The most powerful man in the...

I opened the front door to a very handsome young woman. She seemed familiar, but I just couldn’t place her. Then it struck me! I’d seen her face on Christmas cards! It was my niece, Cherie. Well, not exactly my niece. Cherie was my ex-wife’s niece. I’d known her most of her life. We had traded Christmas cards for years, even after her Aunt and I divorced. And here she was, 25 years later , standing in my doorway. She’d tr...

It was inevitable! I should have known it! You can’t work in close proximity with someone you’ve been to bed with and not want to do it again. Forbidden fruit always tastes better, and eventually your craving for it overrides your conscience. So it was with Tammy and I. After our one night stand, we had discussed what we had done, how wonderful it felt, and how unfair it was to our respective spouses and families. We actu...

I always thought of myself as a moral man. On the two prior occasions when I was faced with choosing morality over carnality, it was fairly easy to do the right thing. Recently, however, I found myself unable to resist. I’m semi-retired. Lucky, at 63 to have been able to leave the rat race of the corporate retail world early. Married, with three grown kids. All in all, life is pretty good. Not perfect, mind you, but prett...

I slowly opened the bathroom door. There she was, wrapping her auburn hair in a towel, both hands above her head, breasts thrust out, nipples glistening with water. A vision of young beauty, reflected in the oversized, steamed up mirror. I smiled as I stepped inside. Noticing my intrusion, she smiled back. I stepped forward, wrapping my hands around her waist, pressing my nakedness to hers, my stiff member nestled in betw...

My wife Maria and I had taken to reading Dad and mom’s love letters in the bedroom. They had become so deliciously naughty that, after a while we just had to give in to our own carnal desires, more often than not, mimicking what we had just read. It seemed as if all we did was eat, sleep, read….and fuck! We had read through the rest of 1943, amazed that my father, Mr. conservative, had virtually fucked his way across Engl...

The incredible story that was unfolding here had me on the edge of my seat. My staid, conservative, parents were being exposed as anything but! Almost like an onion, each letter was a layer that you peeled off, leaving something new and surprising underneath. I picked up the next letter, dated May3, 1942. Dear Jack, I knew you had it in you! She sounds like a lovely girl! I wouldn’t mind meeting her. What you wrote was ve...

The funeral was over and we had scattered mom’s ashes to the four winds, per her last wishes. She had lived 89 adventurous years, the last 30 as a widow. We had retired to her house, now our house to do with as we pleased, to divide up her personal belongings. There were five of us kids, if you can call 50 to 65 year old siblings kids, and we had made short work of it. My two brothers and two sisters were gone, having tak...

Something made me lift my head, and I turned to look behind me. There, in the door, staring at the two of us in his bed, his large hands gripping the wheels of his chair, was Karen‘s husband , Jim. My already shrinking manhood all but disappeared as I scrambled to get off of Karen. I searched the room frantically for my clothes, trying to avoid eye contact with Jim. “Where the hell do you think your going, sport?” He aske...