This is a true story from two weeks ago, though I have changed the names of some of those involved, you will understand why.As a HGV driver, I do not get home very often during the week as I am usually away in different parts of the country. I do not normally see my wife between Monday morning and Friday evening.My wife had an Ann Summers party booked on Saturday and her friends and our neighbors were all invited to atten...

Chapter 1 Most Christmases have their own memories, the things that made each one special. This last one did as well, though not in any way that Lynn and I had expected. It all started the March before with a friend of my wife's, who was a nurse. Erica and Lynn had been friends since they were about twelve and both went to the same college and nursing school. Growing up, they both had basically the same dreams of being a...

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person, or incident is strictly coincidental. My Wife's Cross dressing Fantasy 3 Then my wife looked at me and said “Happy anniversary darling.” How did she know the effect this experience would have on me. I was changed forever. It was such a wonderful experience. She deserved that I come up with something just as exciting for her, but what? I thought and thought, but I c...

The smell of breakfast came wafting up from the kitchen. Andre slowly became aware of his surroundings and moved Allie into him to kiss her. After the energy that was spent last night, they were both famished. He could hear the sound of their friends’ voices coming from downstairs and with all of the culinary smells that filled their bedroom, they made a concerted effort to get out of bed to join the others downstairs. As...

It is 1809 and Napoleon is soon to marry Marie-Louise of Austria. The French are at war with Britain and Portugal. In a sleepy outpost in the Indian Ocean 2,000 kilometers off the south east coast of Africa the French-Creole inhabitants of what the Arab sailors called “Dina Arobi”, the Portugese called “Cirne” and the French now called “Ile de France” had established their own version of paradise. Turbulent times were ahe...

[Note: This is part short story and part therapy session. The events here are certainly fictionalized to a great degree, but they are based on a very real life experience - one that I am not entirely proud to announce is mine. As I was saying to a Lush friend yesterday, sometimes when I reminisce about past sexual exploits it's to unpack things about myself that I'm not so sure about. Never fear, though, dear reader. Your...

We were on the bed preparing to fuck. Debbie was on all fours, her beautiful arse should have been stimulation sufficient to arm me with a rod of steel. She was pampering my aching balls and gave my unwilling pecker an encouraging touch now and then, hoping as I hoped, for some stiff action. But all to no avail. It was me that gave up in the end and I huddled on the edge of the bed, beaten in my spirits like a schoolboy w...

I was watching from the sitting room window when they arrived shortly after two o’clock that Saturday afternoon. I had put our car away and closed the garage door so they had room to park on our drive. They came in a Volkswagen Polo, about seven years old. He held the door politely while she climbed out. Laura, watching beside me, said, “They look nice enough. Ordinary people.” “That’s what they said on the phone. I’ll go...

“I have a proposal for you, babe.” I glanced up from my laptop, the internet open to LushStories, with what must have been a hopeful look on my face, judging from her amused chuckle. I was chatting with a dear friend, teasing him, more properly, as I usually did with my sexual exploits which always made him somewhat uncomfortable. “Does it involve me being naked?” I mumbled, my toes curling slightly, unaware of the way my...

Chapter 3: Curtis wants to enter me now!The story begins when my husband, Jim, and I host a BBQ party at our home. A co-worker, Linda, sneaks up and handcuffs my boss and me together as a gag. However, the joke turns out to be anything but funny when Linda realizes she did not bring the correct key to unlock the handcuffs. Linda has to travel back across town (from the Woodlands - north of Houston- to Sugarland) to get th...

Ronnie was 18, almost. He was looking forward to his birthday. Within weeks he would be done with high school and he was going away for university - not far, but far enough. School was not fun. Sure, he got good grades and was something of a math wizard, but he had no real friends in school and his life was a fake.He was particularly looking forward to leaving his girlfriend. Not that Annie was not a nice girl, but she wa...

Have you read the first two chapters of this story? Perhaps you should just so you get the gist of the setting - or not. A special big time thanks to "NakedInSeattle" for his astute editing of this chapter.It was late July and I'd become frustrated with the job - well, not the job so much but the boss. Still, lately my pick-ups were boring. They were also cheapskates. Besides being light tippers or not tipping at all, mos...

Exposing Cindy - Cuffed with no key - Chapters 1 & 2Chapter one – I am unexpectedly bound to my boss At the time of these events which occurred late September, two summers ago, I had just turned 38 years old. I was (and still am) working in a law office in North Houston. Both of my sons had returned to college, so Jim and I were ‘empty nesters’ and had a little extra freedom around the house.To celebrate the end of summer...

Autumn is a beautiful time of year in Alabama, and I have always been like a kid when it comes to enjoying Halloween. Our family likes to wear elaborate costumes for any seasonal parties. I usually take my inspiration from recent movies. My name is Sarah, and my husband Ed and I are forty-year-old white couple living in a suburb of Mobile. We moved here from Minneapolis right after graduating from college. Our son Josh is...