On a cold November night, I found myself morosely scrolling through pornographic videos. I had made two of them myself, and they’d been moderately successful. In total, four hundred and sixty-five thousand people had seen them which, my calculator told me, was 0.0033125% of the human population. But no other offers of work had come through and I’d started to worry I was done. So why was I morose? Well, it was looking at t...

“If you do something to help me, you’ll get a blowjob tonight,” I said down the phone. “There isn’t much you can ask for I’ll turn down on those terms!” Roberto said, as I’d expected. “The only stipulation is that you aren’t allowed to ask why I want you to help me with this. Do we have a deal?” “Absolutely!” I’d met Roberto in the lecture hall. He’d been exiting his social studies class; I’d been entering for my lecture...

In retrospect, the subject I chose to study at college, European History, matched my personal history. Both were unpredictable. Both saw great changes over time, and a diverse cast of both good and dubious characters. And both included a lot of sex! I was especially keen to study at a particular university in Madrid, because I could work under a professor whose books I had enjoyed reading in high school. Mr. Lopez special...

No, you dirty minded individuals, that's seven orgasms in a night, not seven men! What do you take me for?! Welcome back to my sexual autobiography, answering questions I see on the Lush forums truthfully! This poster asks, “How many times have you cum in a single day?”. My most spectacular night of orgasms happened in 2011, and the gentleman in question was to become the last real boyfriend I had before I married Mr. MC1...

Marga’s heart was thumping when Isobela opened the door to her. Was she making a mistake? Was she just going back to a relationship that was ultimately doomed? Or was life just too short to sacrifice even the briefest of sexual encounters? Marga had never expected to have an affair with a woman. She’d slept with several men in her early twenties and then, out of the blue sky, Isobela had rather swept her off her feet. Mar...

For his birthday, he has requested a sixty-nine. I mount him, lowering my genitals to within his reach. His tongue goes to work at once. I stoop to work his erection up, guiding his cock with my fist into my mouth. He is dry, so I suck it hard to stimulate my saliva. Taking a breath, I lick his whole shaft. Behind me, he is brushing my clit. His strokes are firm. It feels great, so good that I'm losing focus as my arousal...

The pumpkin’s candles lit the room. It was Joaquim’s turn to spin the bottle. It stopped, pointing at me. “Trick or treat?” they asked. I was already down to my underwear. I had no wish to end up naked. “Treat!” I said. “Suck Eduardo’s cock until he comes.” How was I to know Eduardo was under a gypsy curse? “Cum in mouth! Cum in mouth!” chanted the room as I blew him vigorously. ‘I can’t come in your mouth,” Eduardo whisp...

In the year of 2017, Sebastian M arrived at the University of Girona to begin his study of politics and philosophy. He was tall and well built at eighteen, with a blonde crew cut. He was elated to finally escape the family home and find his freedom. His relationship with his mother had deteriorated badly as he began to assert his independence, and he now referred to her as Matri-narc. Sebastian surveyed his college dorm r...

Marga looked out of the bus at the loveliest sunrise she could remember seeing. The star was rising, a deep, bloody red and around it the sky was every shade of orange, blue and white. ‘Like a burst hymen,’ she thought to herself, then thought, ‘Eewww! Gross!” with a giggle. Marga was back on the market, having decided that her recent lesbian affair with Isobela, while enjoyable, was not something she could commit to long...

Welcome back to my sexual autobiography, answering questions on the Lush Forums truthfully! And this poster asks, Facials: Thumbs up or thumbs down? Over the years, I’ve taken loads in two of my three receptacles, never having tried anal. I know they say don’t knock it until you’ve tried it, but it’s not for me. I’ve always enjoyed it when a guy comes in my vagina, if I can see his face. I like the way his face contorts i...

Andreu and Christina clinked their wine glasses and toasted each other’s health. It was their third date, and they were meeting after work. “You look nice,” he told her, and she flicked her fingers through her dark brown hair, which she was wearing in a bun. “Thank you! You too!” And he did. Andreu was a handsome guy. He had clear blue eyes and a thick head of wavy hair. He was clean shaven. He had a rugged quality about...

Blanca Paredes pulled off her knickers as she lay on the bed. Spotting that it was her green pair, she recalled that the last time she’d taken down this particular pair of knickers had been with her boyfriend, Manuel. She had given him her virginity a fortnight ago. She had not expected fireworks, but it had been pretty good in the event. She’d enjoyed the way he looked at her naked body, the way he had kissed her breasts...

My vagina is in need of a plumber. I'm leaking juices as if a pipe has burst within me. His cock is rock hard and enlivening my clit, my breasts and my innards. I feel fantastic. Sexy. Alive. Chosen. His hands are on my naked hips, caressing my bony flesh. His scent is sweet. His naked body, frankly, looks great. I rock back and forth, and his cock stimulates me in places my fingers simple can't reach. I was taught that s...

Welcome back to my sexual autobiography! In this series of stories, I take questions I see posed on the Lush forums and answer them truthfully. And this poster wonders what sweet nothings have been whispered into my ear before, during and after the act! This one is kind of three questions in one. It's going to be a short but sweet story for two reasons. Firstly, I didn't have to think very hard about it. Secondly, it real...

The subway train disgorged her commuters at nine pm, and they all hurried away into the Tokyo night. Some half ran and others were more cautious, but all were anxious to ensure that there would be as many minutes as possible between their arrival home and rising to recommence the daily grind the next day. Amongst that Tokyo crowd, some wrestled with the stresses of the day. Some thought of the children waiting for them at...