As I reminisce about my sexual adventures back in the day, it would be negligent not to include Fusina in my writings. It was a small camping ground just across the lagoon from Venice. Many tour buses called in there and disgorged their young travellers f...
I read an essay on a story site about women who are unfaithful. I found myself agreeing with much the author said. But he was pretty entrenched and dictatorial in his views and seemed to think that all women could be put into a couple of categories. I can...
It was Friday morning, and I’d arrived at work early to catch some labourers before they got involved in any other jobs. We had an issue with water about six miles up the new road we were constructing. It was in a place we had not expected, and I would ha...
I started writing on Lush with the sole intent of jotting down some of the amazing sexual adventures I have had over the years. And now, some sixty stories into recording both factual and fictional events, I have not even attempted to start one of the hal...
I’ve been editing some of my older stories and scanning old photos over the last year; the images, in particular, have brought back many pleasant memories. It has also made me realise that I have jumped around with my true stories and that readers must be...
This story takes place in between my two marriages, so around 1985 - a time in my life when I was going a bit crazy, chasing every piece of skirt that so much as smiled at me. My excuse is that I was trying to nullify the pain from my marriage breakup. Mo...
Back in the day, I was an apprentice aircraft engineer at TEAL (Tasman Empire Airways Ltd), which later became Air New Zealand. It was a five-year apprenticeship, and we apprentices generally spent three months in each section of the workshops. In my firs...
The next morning, Aaron woke early, apologising that he had to get on-site before 7:30 am. He said he’d drive down that evening, but Veronique told him to stay up on site for a couple of days, as she wanted to go home and talk with her parents and sort ou...
Sue and Cath didn’t take any notice of James and me racing through our breakfasts. But Sue looked a bit puzzled when I stood, so I told her we had something to do before we packed our bags, and we headed for the beach to find a spot where James could resu...
In 2006 my husband Tom and I went on holiday in the Northern Territories of Australia. We had been married for a little over a year, so this was our first holiday away together since our honeymoon. We travelled from one tourist spot to another and stayed...
This story should be part of my 'Archives Of A Pretentious Playboy' series - actual experiences from my misspent youth. But as the first two stories got such poor reader numbers, I'm guessing the title may be too pretentious and put people off reading. Th...
This next story will be out of sequence, but I want to get it off my chest. I'm skipping a few years to an episode near the end of my first marriage in Christchurch. I need to cover some background and give context to how this fucked up story transpired....
I started writing on this site about ten years ago. I joined intending to notate some of the more memorable of my sexual encounters. But as I started writing, I realised my writing skills were not up to scratch, and the fear of exposing some of the young...
Carol stepped into her room, the bed was made up, but little else had changed. And so she was sure Ray had not come back during the day. She entered the bathroom and studied herself in the mirror. Her clothes were covered in dust from the desert, and she...
Carol lay in bed, ears pricked to hear if Ray had really left this time. She was tired but couldn't stop thinking about the previous evening. She was as guilty as hell but thinking about what she had done made her horny. She drew her knees up, slipped her...
