So, we could try and find a way off this deserted island. Or, we could go into that cave over there and see how long it takes for our moans to stop echoing.

The intrusive thoughts always win, when I'm disturbed in the morning.

Not yet... On a completely unrelated thought, you still coming around for Christmas party?
Have you ever called out your friend's name during sex rather than your partner's?

As passed the expiration date, yeah all the time but never if it's actually gone off
What is your favourite book you read?

Short

Winter or Summer?

Well, we've already done it everywhere else in the house. So it seemed like the next best place.

Keep

Natalie Andrea Thompson is our nymphomaniac.

I'm over here dummy and I bet you I can

'Hope you don't mind but I invited an old friend'

Winter is the perfect time to snuggle in bed.

She refused to share her collection of handcuffs... Who needs that many anyway???

I brought a PowerPoint presentation

Spread across the table to be devoured.

Your fingernails claw across my butt as I moan for sweet relief.

Introduce the title of your story: The Dragon, The Bunny and The Biker Chick

Genre/Category: Lesbian (with light BDSM undertones)

Provide the link: https://www.lushstories.com/stories/lesbian/the-dragon-the-bunny-and-the-biker-chick

1. What first inspired you to write this particular story?

Following a late-night gossip session with a close friend about... a certain person, all good things I assure you, the discussion turned to the idea of how fun motorbikes could be. And, well my thoughts wandered a little bit during the night and eventually, this story came into being along with some very rosy cheeks as I wrote it.

2. How did you come up with these characters?

I plead the fifth. See above.

As implied this story is essential a fantasy regarding the idea of a friend of a friend. However, I'm not sure if the character in the story would resemble the person who inspired it. It would be more accurate to say that the character is based on the idea of the person rather than the actual person.

3. How does it differ from some of your other stories?

It contains a lot less BDSM themes, though it is still in the story a little bit. I would say that what is found within the story is more kinky sex rather than an actual BDSM relationship. I also made the decision to not name characters and instead simply refer to the other person as 'the biker chick', in the hopes that the reader can fantasize about whoever they wish.

4. What was the most challenging thing about writing this piece?

Honestly, it was difficult to stop writing it, or rather to stop editing it. I had a lot of fun trying to find different ways to describe things or changing one line for another. I lost track of how many times I sat back and told myself it was finished. Only to find myself returning to it and changing it some more.

While I often enjoy the editing process – parts of it at least – this was the first time I can truly say that I loved it and that I looked forward to returning to have another attempt to get it just right. If I were to read the story again, I'd probably find a bunch that I want to change still.

5. Anything else you want to tell us about it?

Simply that I hope you enjoy the story. There are so many great stories on this site (have a look through some of the posts on this thread), so if any of mine bring you some joy then I'll be happy. Feel free to share it with friends if you enjoy it and I hope that you keep an eye out for future stories if you like my style of writing.

Have a good Christmas, everyone.

Roses are red
Like my ass so sore
Mistakes were made
And cane didst soar

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As welts now grow
Waiting at thy feet
Silent and reverent
Hoping for a treat

The orgasmic cascade flooded her mouth.

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Along her red ass my nails clawed.

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Fingers within; before all to see.

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"My tongue, fingers or vibe. You're choice."

Roses are red
My hand around the bag
Squeezing lightly at first
While it leaks onto a rag
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My hands move quickly
Up and down each time
Squeezing even harder
As fingers coat in slime
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I fear that all across my top
A mess there soon might be
But I must quickly finish my task
For I so want to see your glee
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Now all of you sexy bunch here
Get your heads out of the gutter
I'm speaking of piping meringues.
And not that which goes splutter
😇

Moaning, beneath the pile of delicious curves.

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Ecstasy was found on her pen tip.

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Ms. Claus gave me her paddle.

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"Don't mind the buzzing coming from below."

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The mistletoe hung above my clit.

Quote by lynnwitt

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So Sarah and Heidi

Ephemeral Lyn

Lurking Paige

Let us begin!

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*Rips out the entire month from my diary*... Yep, it looks like I'm free. 😋

Roses are red
Snow begins to fall
I slipped on my arse
Heading to the store

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My clothes are all wet
Freezing me to the core
So I rushed on home
Casting fabric to floor

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Snuggled beneath my sheets
Seeking a way to get warm
Thoughts of the girl pile
Soon awoke a lustful storm

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Fingers beneath my pillow
Ah, there it still is
My best friend, Ms. Dildo
With her, I am a whiz

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Now if only I had
A dildo for each of you too
Who am I kidding? Of course I do
So, who's got the sweetest girl-goo?

Roses are red
We prefer the term slut
Heidi, you already know this
Since you like the same smut.

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So this Christmas season
We'll forgo the mince-pies
Enjoying a different treat
To lift our slut-cries to the sky.

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We can be bound together
And endure the cane as one
But this I swear, you'll break before me
And your cunt I would have won.

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Love you Heidi xoxo

An ice-cube and pinwheel; all I need.

Roses are red.
The pianist plays,
Delicate fingers dance,
Drawing my gaze.

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Such a beautiful melody,
Ringing out clear;
Harmonized perfectly,
The performance of the year.

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But what if there was a better way?
To make music so sweet,
Or different keys,
Those fingers could greet.

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Along my trembling thighs?
Perhaps, that would be best,
To tune my lustful strings,
With the bass played on my breasts.

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I'm sure if we persist,
A classic we'd make.
And while I may whimper,
Please take not a break.

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Until those delicate fingers,
Are as wet and sticky as me.
With orgasm complete,
Our melody can be free.

Teetering on agonising ecstasy; never allowed past.

He asked to be locked in there like a little perv 😜 and you can't prove that's a lie

Left the girl pile without permission 😋

Introduce the title of your story: The Hotel of Blindfolds and Cuffs

Genre/Category: BDSM

Provide the link: https://www.lushstories.com/stories/bdsm/the-hotel-of-blindfolds-and-cuffs

• What first inspired you to write this particular story?

To begin with, the story was based on the 'self-bondage gone wrong' cliché in a hotel room. Where someone ties themselves up just a little too well and is found by a stranger. However, due to the implications of such a setup, I was a little uncomfortable writing it, both due to its cliché nature as well as the dubious consent. Even though it would be heavily implied, if not outright stated that consent was given, I simply didn't want to write that story.

I did, however, want to write about a character bound in a hotel room being teased by a mystery person, and slowly the story turned from a 'self-bondage gone wrong' story into a service secretly offered. With that, The Nine Hills Hotel was born.

• How did you come up with these characters?

As with most of my stories, the characters are based slightly on people I know with a healthy dose of fantasy. Leah was my best friend for many years, and she was always the kindest person you'd ever meet. A little bit reserved and innocent. But would she be the same if she was in a different city where no one knew her?

The Nine Hills Hotel—if we want to consider it a character—came into being after looking for the name of the hotel. After brainstorming a bunch, I came up with 'the three hills' and liked how 'hills' sounded a little like 'hell'. So I leaned into this idea some more and looked into Dante's Inferno and came across the line “the path to paradise begins in hell," which I thought fitted the story quite well with all the teasing before the eventual release/heave.

• How does it differ from some of your other stories?

This is the first story that I've written with a mystery element to it. While it is a secondary concern to the rest of the story, I did like having it in there. If I were to rewrite the story, I would likely lean into this aspect more than I did.

• What was the most challenging thing about writing this piece?

Other than wrestling with my atrocious grammar?

I always find it difficult to resist the urge to add more to the story. A part of me wanted to continue to write and explore the aftermath of Leah's visit to the hotel. The main reason I didn't do this, however, is because I remember making that mistake with the first story that I published, and when I look back at that one, the ending seems to needlessly drag out. Hopefully with this story that won't be the case.

• Anything else you want to tell us about it?

Simply put, I hope you enjoy the story. I've got a few more ideas bouncing around in my head, and there is currently another story submitted, which if you enjoy this one, I hope you will enjoy the upcoming one. Stay safe everyone and have a wonderful week.

Roses are red,

Pleasure abound,

Beneath that pile,

Of cute bums, oh so round.

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A night for the ages,

Surely it would be,

Let's lock the door,

And throw away the key.
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No one may leave,

'Til all sanity be lost,

Amidst orgasm and pain,

Our innocence, the cost.

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Your tongue shall lash,

My fingernails shall rake,

The first to cum,

Be spanked 'til daybreak.

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A whip, a hook,

Maybe even a cross,

Such delectable delights,

But who'll be the boss?
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Perhaps an audition,

Is what we shall need?

To see who will grovel,

And whose law be decreed?
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This much I know,

A noise complaint,

We'll receive, as we scream,

Fuck it! To our pointless restraint.

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P.S. Dibs on being at the bottom of the pile. 😜