The wild Atlantic waves crash and break on the silver sands. The scene is eternal. It has not changed in centuries. Oh, her moods and colours and movements may vary, but her final destination remains the same. This place is beautiful, desolate and deserted. The haunting, plaintive cry of the seabirds, the roar of the rolling waves and the howl of the incessant wind are the accompaniment to this unending dance. Deserted? N...

It starts with a whisper, a hint, a tease, a flicker. From a slow burn, to a glow, to a tentative spark. A hesitant hint of yellow, merging to orange, then red. A final rush bringing fiery, brilliant sparks and the all-consuming dancing flames, engulfing all in its relentless path. All too soon, the flames dim, the sparks disappear, glowing embers die, and grey ash is all that remains of the exotic dance. As I watch the m...

So maybe I'm not like your ex-wife: I don't use Ben Wa balls while shopping for lingerie. And maybe I don't wear lingerie. Or lipstick. Yet my tits always put on their own show. (I didn't think they were perfect until you told me so.) I'm only neurotic, not actively psychotic. But wouldn't you just once prefer an overcast day, calm in its melancholy, to the tornado's siren warning? And maybe your friends tease you for see...

I want to beg you to let me cum Not beg you to speak to me I want to grunt from you fucking my tight cunt Not punt me away For so many thoughts of lust occupy my day Yet only the saddest of passions flow through For If you desire me, as I desire you We could cum too

Welcome back to my sexual autobiography! In this series of stories, I take questions I see posed on the Lush forums and answer them truthfully. And this poster wonders what sweet nothings have been whispered into my ear before, during and after the act! This one is kind of three questions in one. It's going to be a short but sweet story for two reasons. Firstly, I didn't have to think very hard about it. Secondly, it real...

Naked and breathing heavily, Jon and Anna gazed into each other's eyes. Two broken people were, for the first time, poised to be made whole by becoming one. As they prepared to experience each other's bodies in life-altering ways, Jon's mind flashed through the entirety of their relationship. They had met four years earlier in the most non-romantic of places, a high school math class for low-performing students. Jon, a fr...

Lightnings in the dark. My eyes hurt for the tears I've spilled, But my soul is egging me on. Watch, it murmurs. Look. I see the clouds turning to a different shade. The fronds of the trees dance wildly with the wind And I observe your eyes. They appear before me. So far away. The rain begins to fall, it washes everything away, Except for my pain. That stays, as a knife, Planted between my ribs. You were the storm, the da...

The passion of the evening has passed. My head is on my pillow, as is yours. We are laying on our sides, facing one another. I look at your face. You are wearing a lovely smile. We share our deepest secrets in whispered conversation.  Your beautiful brown eyes  draw my soul into them. I see an aura around you. You look like an angel. As I reach to hold your hand. It is so small in mine. It feels so soft and warm. I know I...