I imagine my husband leaving for work without saying good morning, leaving me to attend our home all alone and with no one to pay attention to me. You have been parking in my neighborhood, watching me from the shadows and waiting for just the right moment to introduce yourself. We had met briefly at a restaurant bar where you complimented me on my slender dress, sheer stockings and high heel pumps. I smiled and fluttered...

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...

I sit on the plane from San Francisco to Chicago thinking about what I have done. I have cheated on my husband Chris for the first time. My first night with my lover Alex felt revolutionary. When he returned to my hotel room again the next night it felt natural. As he pounded into me with his hard cock I thought, "This is what conferences are for. This is what my body needs. What my heart needs." I know Chris will be wait...

“We have to go. How long are we just going to keep talking about it?” Emma said to Matt, her voice tinged with frustration. “We’ll go, but I just need a bit more time,” Matt mumbled, his voice wavering slightly. For Emma, this night felt like another heavy burden. Emma and Matt lived in a city where neighbours were strangers, and people often seemed to go through the motions, like ghosts haunting their own lives. It wasn’...

The smell reached me before you even crossed the threshold of the foyer. It was a chaotic, synthetic layering: expensive cologne, the stale musk of a crowded room, and the sharp tang of sweat that didn't belong to you. I didn't look up from the kitchen island immediately. I focused on the blade in my hand, slicing a blood orange with the same steady, rhythmic pressure I use for more difficult extractions. The juice pooled...

My wife, Vittoria, and I were on holiday in Italy with her parents. After three years of marriage, we were still only twenty years old. We hadn’t been very careful with precautions, and inevitably, she became pregnant not long after we left school. By the time we married at the registry office, Vittoria was already seven months along. Three years later, we had two young children—a boy and a girl. We were happy, and I had...

A few weeks ago, I had been over at my neighbour's house in the afternoon, watching the football game. My daughter was away overnight, and my husband was working overtime in the city, so I was enjoying a few drinks with my neighbours. One of the guys who lives a few doors down, a black guy, and 3 of his friends who were visiting him had also come along for a drink and to watch the football. As well as watching the footbal...

The start of a fine summer’s morning found a pretty young woman strolling along the winding path through the hills toward the valley below. She sang to keep herself company with just the occasional spattering of sheep grazing in the tall grasses. Occasionally, one would look up at the sound of her voice. Maybe one day, I’ll have sheep, she hoped, glancing into her empty pot. The sun hung high in the sky by the time she re...

After a night of vivid dreams, I awake consumed by the thought that today might be the day I finally cheat on Chris. It's something I have fantasized about for years. And it won’t be a reckless impulse in the heat of the moment. This will be deliberate. Calculated. Seductive. I am lying in a hotel bed in San Francisco, attending an annual scientific conference, the most important in my field. I’m a planetary scientist. Al...

The floorboards in the hallway didn't creak. I knew exactly where to step—a habit honed from years of coming home late—but today, the silence wasn't mine. It was broken by a wet, visceral schlick-thwack sound coming from the master bedroom. It sounded like a heavy boot being pulled out of deep, thick mud. I stopped at the door, partially hidden by the frame. My heart wasn't beating; it was thudding against my ribs, heavy...