It was the second day and the sunshine had been replaced by torrential rain. It was pissing it down. Obviously – this is England. T and I lit the fire so we could mooch around without layering up, and before long, the cabin warmed up nicely. Over breakfast, T said that she had an idea for the morning and wondered if I was game. “I’m intrigued,” I mused as I sipped my coffee, “what did you have in mind?” “Well, sunshine, i...

After our naked and sticky breakfast in bed, T and I tidied up and shared a shower. There was no rush to things – time in a way has less meaning when you’re detached from schedules – and we diligently soaped and explored each other in the shower, cleaning each other’s spaces and crevices thoroughly while squeezing and enjoying the permission of full access. We’d jokingly agreed over coffee that today would be an edge day:...

We were spooning as the sun streamed onto us through the skylights, and T was clearly awake, or at least half awake; she’d either manoeuvred herself into position with my cock between her legs or had woken like this and taken matters into her own hands. Or labia, actually – I could feel them on either side of my cock, hot and already slippery. “Good morning,” I said, reaching down and holding her hip so I could get a bit...

T and I, after our intense masturbation session, chilled on the sofa for a while, chatting, kissing, casually touching, and finishing off the wine in the heat of the log burner. It felt like we’d kind of pierced the surface now: we knew there was a real spark, a connection and an attraction, a need and a want to explore and share our bodies, as well as a developing level of trust. It’s hard to explain the feeling, a kind...

It was still light, but dusk was casting long shadows across the room; as the sun fell, the temperature followed suit, so we’d closed the French doors and lit the wood burner, which crackled gently in the background as we chatted. We were occupying either end of the sofa, nursing our third glass of wine each after a supper of quiche and salad. There was a charge in the air, relaxed but expectant, the sense that we were pr...

I’d been at the cabin for a few hours and the tension was building. T was due around now, and it felt like the first minute would tell us a lot: whether this was a terrible mistake or at the very least a week of freedom, fun, and possibly sexual expansion. I was tempted to have a beer to calm my nerves but it felt rude to have a head start, and if I got carried away, T arriving to me slurring or snoring would not have bee...

It was a glorious day: the sun was beating down, and I’d been driving for a few hours, lost in the music but also in my thoughts about the potential outcomes and happenings of the week ahead. I followed the satnav, off the motorway, then along a main road for a few miles, then two smaller roads, and into a lane with high hedges. I almost missed the nondescript gate, notable only for the single yellow fence post, as descri...

I trust you, to test me To remind and extend me And take us beyond And bring us back. Kiss, pinch, tease Bite, probe, please Familiar but explore Tying? Maybe more… Norms abandoned Mentally naked Minds, bodies open All things are possible. Kiss, pinch, tease Bite, lick, please familiar, but explore Tie? Maybe more… Nervous and excited Push, rest, push again No safe word Not safe, but safe.

So, there I was, eighteen and suddenly a little less sexually inexperienced: completely naked, in a cabin on a ferry, having come in a complete stranger’s mouth – anyone’s mouth, in fact – for the first time. The guy, Mark, got to his feet, having swallowed my load, and adjusted his cock in his trousers. He clearly had a raging hard-on which I could see the shape of in his jeans. “It looks like HE’S very awake now!” I jok...

Not long turned eighteen, I was travelling home from boarding school in England to Belgium, where my father was stationed. I usually flew as it was paid for, but this time I'd fancied a change and got the train to Dover on the South Coast and the ferry to Zeebrugge. It was train journey after that, followed by a short metro, to get home. I’d taken the ferry a bunch of times, and it took a few hours, plus the time either s...

The Super Bowl, the biggest game on the planet. If you’re into (American) football, at least. It’s not big in the UK, but it has been on TV here for ages and does make it into the news, even if there’s not that much hype. I have a general sense of how it works, it’s a bit stop-start at times, and there’s A LOT of ad breaks, but an invitation from some American friends to watch the game at theirs with a few drinks was not...

My phone pinged with a new message: ‘Saturday, 4pm, our house. Come clean-shaven and open-minded. Gate code 2376, park at the front. D x’ Clean-shaven...where did she mean, upstairs or downstairs? And open-minded? Had we not already been? Saturday was still a few days away, and I was busy with work, but there was a building sense of anticipation as the weekend approached. Saturday arrived, grey and wet and windy – it was...

I awoke early, having slept really deeply. We’d left the window and curtains open and the sky was red against the clouds, reflecting an amazing orange glow across the white ceiling of our hotel room. Deb stirred and rolled onto her back, naked and supple, arms above her head. As I looked at her gorgeous body, I felt the familiar tingle of arousal. It would have to wait, though; I desperately needed to pee. When I came bac...

New mail: admin@lushstories You have a new message. Hi QuickeningPulse, Someone has sent you a new message! Why not head on over to your mailbox and get this conversation started? I logged in. DebAllen: Hipping Hall, Saturday 29th of May. Check-in from 3 pm, dinner is at 6.30. My shout. You up for it? x We’d not seen each other for a few weeks, things had been busy for both of us with work and other commitments. On more t...

Ping. DebAllen: Hey. You free tomorrow, by any chance? X QuickeningPulse: Hey. Actually, yes…what did you have in mind? ;-) Ping. DebAllen: Country walk? The weather looks magic. No pressure, no expectations, we can just hang out. I could do with some fresh air and open spaces. QuickeningPulse: I know what you mean, clears the head and soul! Okay - where and when? Ping. DebAllen: We could park up at the canal marina, arou...