Polly the Preggo was sitting on the couch, spread-eagled and kicking her legs, whilst her wellies flapped comfortably onto her skin. There was something delicious about that feeling, the waft of air as it rushed past her knees with every kick. She could s...
The essence ofHimSeeps through theGaps in my soul,Thrumming the darknessWith growing need,Bringing forth honeyTo scent the airI wish he breathedUpon my skin.His electricity singes the tipOf my tongueThat longs to danceAlong the breadth ofAll he'll give to...
The autumn rain was hammering down on the darkened skylights above as he wandered down the hallway. It was a mundane evening routine, checking that all the lights were off, but there was an electric tingle in the air and on the tip of his tongue. Maybe it...
Biting steel but softAre his eyes as they shineIn the darkness whereWanting is still aPerhaps.Lips curved and strong,Breaking smile,Breaking me,Breaking heartWhen I wake to a roomWithout him.Lines of his jaw,Harsh and tempered with lifeWhere the dreams of...
This story only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.She watched him across the kitchen.He was naked and bent over the table, filling in the crossword in his newpaper.Keeping one eye on the pan, she sneaked over a...
Shut up, stand here and get ready. That's right, behind the desk. I want to suck your cock. Quick, before anybody comes in! It's frosted glass between here and reception, but still...Opening my shirt, I wriggle, taking off my bra to let my tits swing free...
Whisper your tongueAlong inner thighsWhere trembling heatSeeps liquid diamond.Now part the lips thatThrob with blood,The beat of heartAnd sweet agonyThat race in pulses,Aching pressureBetween the foldsOf honey rain.I rest upon your mouthIn fearSo lost wit...
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.OozeWhere the hole where you spurtMay give way toBright shineAt the thought ofMy cuntAnd my ownSliding holeWhere your length fits my sheathAs it slippery slimesY...
This poem only available in Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Valentine's night?Not so! It's mine;An orgy does it right for me!A night of thrusting,Slippery thwopping,In and out and up and down;Fingers poking,Tweaking nippl...
"I am prepared to literally turn up at yours, suck your cock, and then go home again," I texted.The reply came quickly, and it wasn't just a "Yes". It was a "Fucking yes!"My attempt at a first blow job had seemed to go down well. Rather, I seemed to have...