Anya was a beautiful young girl, full of dreams of becoming a famous actress, and she chose Hollywood over college. She naively believed it would be easy for someone like her. Everything she did in her small town seemed to go her way, so she assumed it would be the same in Hollywood. She landed the lead in every school play, was the homecoming queen, and even appeared in a commercial dressed in her native attire for the l...

Since the time that Sam, who was twenty, came into the house and saw that Lau, who was twenty-two, was spanking her mum Janice, who was fifty-three, Lau and Sam had become something of an item, both as girlfriends, and lovers. Sam had always been a family friend, being the daughter of a neighbour, and had previously made out with Janice, without Lau knowing about it. That didn’t hold Lau back from making out with Sam, and...

The phone rang only twice before she answered. "Ben!" her voice boomed through the receiver, cheerful and a little out of breath, as if she'd just run up the stairs. I couldn't help but smile. The mere sound of her voice was enough to brighten the gray afternoon at university. "Hey, you almost-birthday girl," I said, leaning back in my chair. "I hope I'm not interrupting your important birthday planning?" I could picture...

I stepped into the bathroom where it had all started, carrying the handful of soaked satin panties. I dropped them into the laundry basket on top of the purple set Megan had already left there. For a moment I just stared, mind replaying everything. The way she had watched me, the way she had joined me, the way she had taken me. Megan’s voice pulled me back. “Care to join me and wash my back?” I looked up. Water traced eve...

My financial advisor, Lauren, dragged me to an art show in some unmarked Brooklyn warehouse. It was one of those places that’s supposed to be a secret, but somehow always ends up overcrowded. She’d been telling me for months that the markets were unstable and it was the right time to have some money invested in tangible assets. That made sense, but I still wasn’t sure why I had to be there. It’s not like I knew anything a...

A few years ago, I had a neighbor named Rose that was an elementary school teacher. Rose was a very conservative dresser, and quite frankly, she had a very dull personality. She was also married at the time, but I could sense that their relationship did not have a lot of fire. However, underneath all that, Rose was a very attractive woman, and I could tell she had a very shapely body under all of those boring outfits. And...

Leon coughed twice before the phone even picked up. “’Sup?” “What the fuck are you doing calling in sick? It’s the Thanksgiving weekend, the station’s got events every day!” Leon drew a slow breath. His supervisor Amy was a hard-working woman – since starting university he hadn’t known many bosses who’d get into the trenches with their student interns the way she did. And it didn’t hurt that she was a severe baddie who wa...

I feel so flattered to be complimented by so many handsome men here on Lush. I wish that I had visited here sooner. Perhaps in time, I will feel confident enough in myself to share more revealing photos of my petite form. I fear that I am nothing like the more bodacious young women who I see in so many of your photos and short films. Perhaps someone will appreciate my demure physique and girlish ways once you've gotten to...

Many men I’ve slept with have asked why I switched from topping to bottoming. Here’s the real story. My first gay sex was with a kind, gentle top. The first few times he fucked me were uncomfortable; soon it felt good. He offered to switch, I topped him once, felt that incredible tightness and heat, and never wanted to bottom again. I loved seeing a man’s face as I entered him, feeling him clench around me. Twenty years a...

Everything that night was a blur. I remember screaming into the phone that I needed an ambulance. Then I found myself standing against the wall in the emergency room as they carted him off to surgery. Then I was pacing the floor in the waiting room. The first thing I remember clearly was when the surgeon came out to talk to me. “Henry suffered what’s called a brain aneurysm,” he explained. “He’s very lucky to be alive. An...