To be honest, I was feeling pretty fed up that Wednesday afternoon. I had twisted my ankle the day before, and although it wasn’t that serious, it meant that I wasn’t able to go on the usual cross-country run with the rest of the sixth form. I liked cross-country. Although I wasn’t much of a long-distance runner, the chance to get off the school premises for an afternoon made it good for a laugh, especially as my best fri...

This all took place last summer in London, when I was going out with a sweet guy called Pete. He was really nice, and although we eventually went our separate ways, there were no hard feelings and I still see him occasionally. But that’s not really important to what I’m going to tell you about. Unlike most of my other stories, this is all true – for once, I’ve resisted the temptation to let my dirty mind go off on any fli...

“So, Lizzy,” said Jane, as they walked that morning in the gardens of Netherfield, “How will you bear to be separated from Mr Darcy for so long as a month? I am sure I should miss dear Charles enormously, although to be spared from his nightly attentions to my person would be some relief! Really, sometimes I am quite sore in the morning, and can hardly walk from the pounding he has given to my delicate quim!” “Oh really,...

This is a true account of a recent experience of mine that I wanted to share with you all, especially as it was inspired by my experiences here on Lush. Recently I’ve become quite excited at the thought of exposing myself in public. Chats with some of you and hearing about your experiences, and writing stories which include elements of public nudity and exhibitionism, have got me quite excited, and made me realise how muc...

Between leaving school and starting at university, I managed to get a summer job as a waitress at a hotel on the north coast of Devon – beautiful location, right on the cliffs overlooking the Bristol Channel, and even with its own steps down to a quiet, secluded little beach. It was a nice, friendly family-run business – quite posh, but small enough to make the guests feel at home – and all the staff were welcoming and he...

After our adventures in the park, Sarah and I go into McDonald’s for a milk shake. It also gives us the chance to use their toilets to clean up. Sarah’s sticky pussy juices are starting to dry on her thighs, so I help her wipe them clean. I also wash her juices off my face and hands, making sure I don’t smell of girl cum too much. We both put our panties back on, and I put my blazer on over my blouse, to hide the fact tha...

Every year since I can remember, our family used to take a camping holiday in the English Lake District. Some old university friends of mummy had a farm by Ennerdale Water, and they used to let us pitch our tents on a field down by the lake. It was great – we had the place to ourselves, and we could get basic provisions like fresh milk and eggs from the farm – it was like something out of Enid Blyton! We’d take our old VW...

It was Friday afternoon, and neither Sarah nor I had any scheduled lessons. We were supposed to spend the time doing “private study” in the library, which could range from catching up on homework, revising for exams, or pretending to read the newspapers while texting our friends under the table. But once you were in the sixth form, you were supposed to be mature enough to manage your own time (ha ha), so if you didn’t hav...

“I just hope we don’t see anyone we know,” says Kate as we settle down on the train at Victoria. “Don’t worry,” replies Jess, “They’ll all be stuck indoors, wishing they were out here with us.” It’s a Thursday, and by rights we should all be studying like the good girls we aren’t; Kate at her History lectures; Jess at a Geography seminar; Lizzie swotting for a Chemistry practical; and me researching for my essay on the La...

It is dark It is quietI am curled up in my bedJust drifting off to sleepIt is a warm night so I am nakedJust a sheet covering my nudityAll I can hear is my own steady breathingMy mind is empty Then I feel a little waft of cool air on my backAs the sheet is raised off my bodyThe mattress creaks gentlyAs you slip into bed beside meI sense the warmth of you Gently, trying not to disturb meYou spoon yourself around my body fr...

It is dark It is quietI am curled up in my bedJust drifting off to sleepIt is a warm night so I am nakedJust a sheet covering my nudityAll I can hear is my own steady breathingMy mind is empty Then I feel a little waft of cool air on my backAs the sheet is raised off my bodyThe mattress creaks gentlyAs you slip into bed beside meI sense the warmth of you Gently, trying not to disturb meYou spoon yourself around my body fr...

It was late on a Friday night, and I was sitting in my room in college, trying to get to grips with my latest creative writing assignment. We had to write a narrative using a regional dialect, either from within the UK or (in deference to the many foreign students who hadn’t been further out of London than the first-year lit trip to Stratford-upon-Avon) another English-speaking nation.According to my friend Sally, who’d d...

When I tell people I live in the far west of Ireland, out on the Dingle Peninsula, their first response is usually “You’re so lucky, that sounds lovely.” Then, when I’ve explained a bit more about it, and showed them where Cloghane is on a map, they change their tune slightly, and ask, “Doesn’t it get a bit boring?” To which my answer is invariably a variation on “no, not in the slightest.” Ok, it’s not exactly Tralee, le...