Having my hands bound above my head, I lay naked on my side of the bed with my pussy swollen and hungry with my hands bound. Despite the fact that you were still clothed, as you pulled me towards you and touched my smooth, wet pussy, you began kissing my thighs and slowly circling my clit with your tongue as you slowly moved inward as you held my legs open, wondering whether or not you would use a spreader bar or tie my l...

It all started with a redhead. Or, more specifically, the finest looking redhead I’d ever laid my eyes on. She walked into the Greenbush Tavern, and, somehow, I knew I’d never be the same again. She was with some guy, but I could tell they weren’t together. Not really. He was just someone to fill the void on a hot Saturday night at a local bar in a northern Michigan hick town. Besides, she looked way too classy for him. H...

The downpour hit hard and fast. So hard, in fact, that just the sound of the heavens opening and the deluge smashing against the concrete slabs outside made us both jump. The day started off with a low, cold, harsh sun, the kind that forces you to squint as a bitter wind pinches at your face. The kind of weather that stops customers from heading to your pub, no matter if the heating was on full and the beer was good... I...

I rode the bus to work this morning. It was cold and empty - a symptom of the crisp late autumn air, the kind of weather that turns your breath to steam and your extremities into fumbling appendages that lack grace. The top deck of the bus was barren bar myself and several discarded newspapers, the windows thick with condensation from the body heat of departed commuters, drops of water running rivulets down the glass, lik...

I slowly strip out of my clothes, until I am completely naked. I sit down and glide my fingers on my hardening cock. I slowly stroke myself with my right hand, while I gaze at your beautiful image in my left. I study your nude body, drinking in the lusciousness of your womanly curves. I pick up my favorite massaging tool and gently rub the round spheres over my shaven balls. Mmm...the sensation is great. I continue to gaz...

I study your portrait and read your words with breathless anticipation. Study every letter and imagine them rolling off your tongue, dancing from your sultry mouth to the erotic Southern Hemisphere cadence of your voice, showering me in their implied filth. My imagination runs wild as I picture you laid on your bed, your partly naked body wrapped in moonlight and the occasional flash of lightning from the raging storm out...

You awaken with a startDisorientedConfusedIt is darkand hard to seeMoans and cries of pleasurecome from the darkMany different voicescry outFrom everywhereAre those cries of pleasureor cries of anguish?As you begin to orient yourselfyou feel unsteadyAs if you could toppleat any secondYour legs reachto find footingStabilityThere's nothingYour arms reach into the darkNothingWhat is this place?Soon you noticeA discomfort bet...

Callie Shelton was an accountant for a large firm in New York City. Each day she’d walk the seven blocks to work and take the stairs to the fifth floor of the building in which her office was located. In the evenings, she would enjoy dining out with colleagues, catching off-Broadway productions that included acquaintances in the cast, and sampling the sexual prowess of the occasional male in her very wide circle of friend...

I am on my way to pick him up from the airport. He is flying in for a bachelor trip and needs to kill a few hours. Who better to show him around this town than his old college fling? Of course, his wife doesn’t need to know that. I simply told my husband that I was meeting an old college friend for breakfast. Yes, it is a guy, but there isn’t a reason to worry. And on some level, that is true. I am going into this trying...

It had been an early start at the coffee shop. It was her turn to open up and set everything up. Normally it was a simple task but she was distracted by yesterday’s events. It wasn’t just the chat, the reading or the orgasm, it was what had happened when she got home. She had been in a constant state of arousal. Her pussy was tingling and wet and had been since she cast her eyes over his stories. Even now as she ground th...

Brooke’s first time on Lush Stories was nearly ten years ago and it was one she will have a hard time ever forgetting. Like most functioning humans, Brooke had been curious about sex since she was a girl. But she was never good with flirting, dating or with the opposite sex in general. So, most of the time she just created fantasies in her mind, the kind she knew would probably never come true, it was just too far out of...

I have a little bit of wisdom that I'd like to share. If you find yourself with the opportunity to become an expert on forgotten languages, skip it. You will spend the rest of your days locked in dusty rooms full of artifacts that you don't dare touch. You will spend more time trying to convince someone to pay for your expertise than you will spend using that knowledge. I don't suppose that bit of wisdom will help most of...

You're sitting at your computer surfing craigslist, sifting through dick pix and weird daddy/ daughter requests, wondering why you bother. So what do you do? The only thing you can do: use your imagination. you close your eyes and visualize yourself in those hot heels you haven't worn in forever, the dress you never take out, and that set of lingerie that a pair of strong hands hasn't had the chance to take off your body...