Latest Forum Posts:


Top Authors

over the last 31 days

Quickie Sex

This month | Last Month | All Time

Quickie sex, quickies or "having a quickie", all refer to a brief or spontaneous episode of sexual activity, with the couple finishing it in a very short amount of time. A quickie does not require full copulation, it may be limited to oral sex or mutual masturbation. Generally a couple will skip foreplay as the urgency of the situation dictates a speedy finish. Quickie sex stories are also referred to as short sex stories, where the plot is normally quite scant, and the characters are thrust into the action almost from the word go.

Editor's Pick

Now You've Done It, Levi Strauss!

A very bad day ends well.

I caught the eight-thirty, three hours later than my usual. The trains run every thirty minutes, and I’d been trying for the eight o’clock but missed it by three minutes; it had been that kind of day. Boring meetings that ran too long, cantankerous clients, computer glitches, grouchy staff – and I’d destroyed a brand new pair of hose, snagging them on a rough spot beneath the conference...Read On

Recommended Read

The Shopping Trip

Jayne gets more than she bargains for on a shopping trip

I had imagined bumping into him so many times. I’d played out the conversations and different situations, pictured what it would be like to actually see him in person for the first time in sixteen years. It would then frustrate me to think that we had spent so many years at school together, in such close proximity, yet I’d never really known he’d existed, or knew that he even knew who I was. ...Read On


The Graduation Gift

My hand started to undo his pants and reached into his shorts to release his growing cock.

Over the last few weeks, at least one of my friends announced every day what their parents were getting them for their high school graduation present. The gift list included used cars, new cars, trips to Florida, trips to Mexico, and my best friend, Sarah was about to get handed the keys to her Uncle’s condo in midtown Manhattan for 18 months. Her Dad set a period of time that long, for her...Read On

Recommended Read

Rebound Sex

How do you mend a broken heart?

Miranda clutched at her chest for hundredth time that day. It was becoming an all too familiar habit since her boyfriend had walked out on her. Lewis had left without any real reason. One day he was there and they were in love: the next he was gone. She begged him to stay, begged him to just talk it out, but it fell on deaf ears. Lewis refused to talk. So for weeks now Miranda would feel...Read On

Recommended Read

Hide and Seek

Faded jeans. Unadorned grey t-shirt. Blue sneakers. It wasn’t what she wore, but how she wore it. Her top cleaved to her body. I could tell she wore no bra. I could see the shape of her nipples. Her jeans were just as tight. I imagined her getting dressed, laying on her bed, grunting softly as she wiggled into them. Worn low, her top high, I could see a lovely expanse of flesh, her navel...Read On

Recommended Read


An unexpected moment of desire

I am sitting here, raking my fingers over the dashboard, trying to decide what to do. The unintelligible laughter of children playing down the street is a constant reminder of how exposed I am. My very presence here is a risk, and every minute I stay is another minute someone might notice me parked down the street from her home. Her husband and I don't know each other all that well. Oh, we...Read On

Recommended Read

The Girl In Red Shorts

A Friday afternoon commute I'll never forget!

It was going to be another scorching day. It was a Friday and like every Friday we got to knock off early. I had planned to sit in my garden with a long glass of something and soak up the rays after anointing my skin with my factor ten thousand lotion. Being so blonde, I had to be careful but it was gearing up to be so hot, I had to rethink. The college had their week off for the late...Read On

Recommended Read

The Dirty Girl

for a certain english girl

I knew exactly three things about Astrid, besides her name of course. One. She was Swedish. If her name wasn’t enough of a hint, her height partnered with hair the color of wheat and blue eyes that put the sky to shame sealed the deal. Oh, and I should mention that her nearly impeccable English was colored by an obvious accent as well. Two. She was single. No, I didn’t ask. She...Read On


Sunday Morning Going Down

Syl Celebrates Ron’s Birthday at Church

Hi, I’m Sylvia; but my friends call me Syl. This past September my husband Ron’s birthday fell on a Sunday. I wanted to make the day especially memorable for him because it was his first birthday as a Daddy, since our baby had been born six months earlier. After giving birth, my libido had first subsided, but then returned more intensely than ever before. As usual, we prepared to go...Read On

Recommended Read

Rye and Ginger

He held the tumbler of rye up to the moonlight. It had finally stopped raining and he was sitting on a chair in the kitchen, with the patio doors open. The fresh scent of summer that was drifting in did little to calm him. The whiskey was warming his blood, but he knew he needed to stop after this one. If not, it would have the opposite effect. He wanted to forget about that bitch of a wife...Read On

Recommended Read

I'm Desperate To Fuck You

I've been thinking about her all day long.

Oh fuck me I need to cum. I’ve needed to cum all day, and it’s entirely your fault. That look you gave me as I left the house in the morning; was it supposed to be sexually charged? Was it supposed to get me hard? Or was the reason my cock strained against my suit trousers as I drove to work because I saw something in your face that was never actually there? Sassy. That’s what they call...Read On


Her Walk of Shame

This was one walk of shame she would never regret..

The smell of coffee awoke her from her sleep. She stretched long and hard, moaning from how sore her body was from the night before of shameless sex she just had. She slowly climbed out of his bed and searched for some article of her clothing that was tossed all about the room in their fit of lust trying to undress each other the night before. She stumbled upon his t-shirt and pulled it...Read On

Recommended Read

Focused On Sex

A routine eye appointment has raunchy consequences

Milena's story My name is Milena and I work in a well-known chain of Opticians on the high street. When the manageress of our store suggested that we have a ‘wear what you want day’ I was excited. I’ve always been one for fancy dress. Then she added one or two caveats. We must be decent and not wear anything that brings the business into disrepute. Knowing me, that was a tall ask, but...Read On


More Than a Fling - Chapter Three

Jack and Meg strike a deal

Jack awoke to the sound of gentle snoring and the alluring scent of warm woman. Long limbs draped over his chest and thighs, wrapping him in a snug cocoon. He shifted his arm and realised his elbow had somehow become nestled between a pair of breasts. A slamming door and a burst of raucous laughter broke the silence outside as the hotel grounds slowly came to life. The rattle of a cart...Read On


Extra Sausage

It happened, even if it doesn't seem possible. Who'd believe it?

When the doorbell rang an hour late on a hot Friday night in August, it wasn’t the usual stoner delivery guy. Instead, on my doorstep stood Vicky, who worked the register, holding the pizza carton on her fingertips next to her head, one hip cocked the other way. My breath caught in my throat. Her, here ? How? “Large cheese?” she asked, something in her voice caressing and teasing. Her...Read On


Something Old, Something New

A hen night with a difference

Louisa could barely hear herself think. Filling her lungs, she shouted over the clamour of banging doors and flushing toilets, “Maddie? You done yet?” No reply. Huffing impatiently, she faced the grimy mirror and finger combed the brunette curls tumbling beneath her headdress. Satisfied, she slipped a hand inside her Faux leather bodice and re-positioned her boobs. “What?” she barked...Read On


Some Lust

That feeling of lust is something that is rather hard to compare to other feelings. Some have delusionally compared it to love. Granted, that comparison can be made quite easily; after all, your heart races, you get butterflies in your stomach, your palms get a little sweaty and all you can think off is how you want that person. The big difference is, in my opinion, between two very...Read On


To Weed Or Not To Weed

I refuse to get my hands dirty

I was so excited that school was finished for the summer. I had an amazing year and did very well in school. I didn't get a summer job, because I planned to just relax and work on my tan. I envisioned waking up around noon and just basking in the sun for the entire summer. Well, my parents had other plans for me. My dad gave me a list of all the things that he wanted me to do during my...Read On


Do You Always Go Commando?

A prospective buyer views my parent's house and we end up having sex on their kitchen table.

It’s fascinating how something as simple as a family snapshot can suddenly bring back vivid memories of an event that makes your heart skip a beat. In my case it was a photograph of me standing next to my car that reminded me of a wonderful morning of horny sex with a gorgeous Italian guy on my parent’s big pine kitchen table. When I was at school I read several autobiographies and...Read On

Recommended Read


Human connection in the aftermath of horror

I have never seen anything more orange than an African sunset. On that day, it was more surreal than any other, before or since. It was as if the entire sky seared with the bloodshed it reflected. The sun, however, too ashamed of what it had witnessed, was nowhere to be seen. It left the squalid landscape drenched in an unworldly monochrome. I had no other reason to hold my head up. ...Read On


My Sex-Packed Holiday Part 7 – A Cider and a Quick Fuck

Maybe if I'd been wearing panties, it would never have happened...

I must have had a restless night, because when I woke up the next morning the top sheet was on the floor and I was sprawled naked on top of the bed with my legs apart, showing off everything I’d got. I smiled as I thought of Matt waking up and seeing me like that, and examined myself briefly for evidence of fresh semen, in case he hadn’t been able to resist jerking off over my naked body. But...Read On


Mardi Gras

Wife gets carried away with the passion of Mardi Gras and a masked stranger

My husband is the project manager for a large hotel chain, and is often sent away to exotic destinations to oversee the construction of luxury resorts. I’m usually left to fend for myself, but from time to time, he’ll bring me out towards the end of construction so that we can enjoy some time together. His current project is in Brazil, Rio no less, so I was ecstatic to get “the booty call”, as...Read On

The Mile High Club

A routine business trip turned out to be way more than routine - or all business!

I always hated flying. It's not that it scared me or made me sick, it's just that I thought it was a terrible waste of good working time. That time spent in the air and on layovers could be put to so much better use than just sitting there. I didn't mind trains, because you could actually get some work done on them - providing they weren't too crowded. Unfortunately, trains don't cross...Read On


A Neighborly Roll in the Hay

Valerie and her daughter were both hot! Which one would I pursue?

My farm has been in my family for four generations. I now work it alone since my father passed away. It’s hard work with long hours, but I’m only thirty-two years old, so it’s gratifying and can be lucrative in a good year. About two months ago, a young woman and her teenage daughter inherited the farm next to mine and moved in. The mother, Valerie, knew nothing about farming, so she leased...Read On


Lace G-String

She wanted it bad... I gave it to her

I wonder what the reaction of you, as my reader, might be, knowing that this story is written in the same hour as the events it depicts. As I am writing this story I can still feel the cum oozing out of me. My groin is still damp with sweat from the coupling not a mere half hour ago. I think I reek of sex… fresh sex, urgent sex, satisfying sex, sex in the restroom of the coffee shop. My...Read On


Theories of Flight

At 32,000 feet, everyone has a different theory.

I have this theory about flight. I think there’s this great, cosmic deity. Not religious or anything, just cosmic, that moves planes through the sky like a small child moves toy cars. Everything’s fine as long as he’s interested. But one day, he’ll grow bored and let it fall to the earth or nosedive it into a mountain. So fuck flying. Right up its bitch ass. When Kelly suggested Hawaii...Read On

Recommended Read

A Quickie On The Menu

Pam uses her womanly wiles to bring a man to her table

Pam could sense his apprehension as he stood on her doorstep with a bottle of wine in his hand. They smiled and kissed each other on the cheek before Jake followed her inside. She could still feel his apprehension as he followed her into the kitchen; she turned and saw the strange expression on his face as he looked around the kitchen before focussing upon the readily prepared dining table. ...Read On


Take Me Over the Table

Seconds before you walk in the door, what am I thinking?

This story only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading this anywhere else, it has been stolen, and the thief shall be visited by scary-ass gingerbread men who will giggle at them every time they try to have a wank. I'm waiting for you. I beat you home from work again, and I'm waiting. Here I am, in the kitchen, bent over the table and facing the door. I'm wearing nothing but a pair...Read On


The Small Town Country Gal

I love small towns in Texas. I really do.

I was making my way back to Dallas from a business trip to East Texas when I decided to stop off at a local country store in a very small town and grab a snack. As I pulled into the gravel-topped drive of the store, I noticed a fairly good looking gal walking down the sidewalk towards the same country store where I had just pulled into to park. I pulled up in front of the store about the...Read On


Mr.Hottie And The Wedding

Going To A Wedding With Mr. Hottie

The sound of my phone is going off; it feels like its right in my ear. ‘Who the hell is calling me so damn early?!’ I growl to myself, as I roll over, not even looking at the screen and answer. “Who’s dead, or dying? This best be important.” “Good morning to you to, Sunshine.” I hear him chuckle, I can almost see his smile. I bolt right up and look at the time. Its 8:30 in the...Read On