Chapter 5: Summer Ends Mason and Lisa took the Uber from the airport. Richard couldn't make it due to a last-minute call. Mason was a little relieved. He wasn't sure how he felt meeting his father. Mason sat behind the driver with his duffel bag wedged between his knees, watching the suburbs scroll past like a life he'd left behind a hundred years ago, although it was just a few weeks ago. Lisa sat beside him, close enoug...

There are two types of house party: those that simply occur, and those that are talked about for years after. Memorable ones. Legendary ones. I like to think I've thrown two such parties. The first was during sixth form when my parents went on holiday. I printed flyers and made CD mixes months in advance, all on the sly. Probably would have gotten away with it had the neighbours not grassed me up because their Alsatian di...

The woman didn’t hear the banshee’s cries creeping into their home even though his touches grew colder. But sometimes the heart is deaf. Now she sat alone, sobbing. The candle’s flame extinguished beside their broken marriage bed. It wasn’t that he didn’t love his wife, but the banshee wailed of lust, and promised fresh pussy to taste. Her voice sparked a restless bone, and his cock fattened. Her cum was oh so sweet on hi...

She stands in front of her closet trying to pick out just the right outfit; it has to be cute but accessible. She and her girlfriend have a date that she is very much looking forward to. Not only that, but she looks through her clothes and settles on a short black spaghetti dress. She decides to forgo panties and puts on fishnets with an open crotch. She picks out a pair of sexy black and red heels with her toes peeking o...

Saturday Morning The chirping of birds woke us to a beautiful sunrise. The light increased slowly and easily at first, then with crashing suddenness. The bright light burst in upon our tangled bodies in a frenzy of delight, then diminished into the steadily increasing glow of morning. Gods, Diana was so soft, but with the good bits firm and rounded in her fleshy curves and hollows. Her mouth was a hot, wet thing that igni...

I let the golden thickness of the beer glug down my throat. I start to feel myself being observed and smile into the cold glass. His scalding dark gaze warms my throat, a nice counterpoint to the cold liquid. I put the beer down and resume my chat with the hunky bartender. Bill narrows his eyes at me. I hide a smile as I move my hair to expose my neck. The beer tickles my belly and I smile way too earnestly. Oh, I know he...

When Martin sent me the text, I was surprised to say the least. "Be read by 11:00 a.m. tomorrow. Wear a simple dress, socks and tennis shoes. Make sure you've showered and shaved. You'll be gone for the weekend." He'd done this before, and I have to admit, it's hot as shit! I followed his directions, having no idea where we were going. At 10:55a.m. I was standing on my front porch wearing a cotton, short sleeved blue dres...

I went to dinner with three friends who were also housewives in their early thirties. We each dressed for attention and spent most of our time at a table in the bar, watching all the men make eyes at us as we compared our similar stories of unhappy marriages and the burden of children. Having begun to write and share photos here on Lush, I was feeling somewhat liberated and even considering how I might break away from my...