The Party (Late Friday Night, December 28th, 2012) Friday night had arrived, and Sara and I were driving up the Pacific Coast Highway with anticipation growing as we inched closer to the Malibu area. We decided to avoid the 405 and 101 freeways to avoid construction, which had turned the freeway options into parking lots —a common occurrence in LA. PCH wasn't faster by any means; however, it was a much more relaxing sceni...

My racing heart had steadied to the driving beat, the last tequila ran wild through my blood, but it was the bass that hugged my insides. Not a groove, just a deep rumble that had started at my core but now pulsed in my cunt like the sweat dripping onto the dancefloor of the Inferno. A girl’s trip that up to now had been so insanely boring, I didn’t mind leaving all of it in Vegas. He placed his hand on my hip, and I spun...

I looked back at Toni and said, "You are right. Before we came home yesterday, Arnold told me he wants to make this a regular thing so both he and his son can fuck you." Toni replied, "Fuck yes. When?" I shrugged my shoulders and said, "I don't know; I was not sure about it." Toni replied, "Call him right now and find out." I called Arnold and said, "Toni would like to set up a time to see both you and your son again. I a...

I just got home from work, and I noticed some new neighbors moving in. I went into the kitchen and asked Toni, my wife, "Did you see we have new neighbors?" She replied, "Yes, James, they have been moving boxes all day. There are two black men, one older and one younger. That is all I have seen so far." I replied, "Maybe I will go say hello later on." I changed clothes and watched them move boxes and furniture for a short...

I have been a reader of Lush Stories for years now and have shared a few tales, but I never thought I would share this one. That is, until this Obsession contest got me thinking about it. The thing is, it’s my sister’s obsession, but I protect and empower her. I am her accomplice. She denies being obsessed with this and says it’s just a bit of fun. I think it has evolved to be much more serious. So, to prove my point, I a...

Vanessa Hudson was an attractive 39-year-old high school English teacher known for her commitment to student success, especially the athletes, whom she offered after-school tutoring to in order to keep them eligible to play sports. She was feeling melancholy about her age following her recent birthday, despite her loving husband’s reassurances of her beauty. During tutoring sessions, Vanessa kept her attraction to some of...

The heat had settled in early May and by mid-July still hadn’t let go. The sun pressed down, relentless, and Victoria felt just as parched as every strand of grass crisping to brown across the hills around the Old City of Fredrikstad. The fortress blinked back at her from across the water, dry, sunlit, unmoving, as if it too had stopped breathing. The summer of 2018 would be remembered for its un-Scandinavian cruelty: for...

The Cost of Admission (7 pm, Thursday, December 27th, 2012) Sara went to her family's home that year for Christmas, and I drove to meet my brother and his family for a camping trip north of San Francisco near the Oregon border. When I started my long drive home, Sara called me and we discussed missing each other over the holiday. I couldn't wait to see her again. While on the phone, I asked if the plan was still on for th...

It’s the end of the school year and I’m about to graduate from grad school. My college career has been challenging but satisfying with many accomplishments including my final research paper which was done in partnership with another grad student. I’ve also had many great non-scholastic experiences including a variety of satisfying sexual experiences. Mark is my partner on the final research paper that we’ve been developin...

Michelle stepped out of her air-conditioned car into the sweltering morning heat, the sun already baking the pavement outside the sprawling new apartment complex her firm was building. The crisp modern architecture, accented with Spanish tile roofs and bold vertical banners reading “NOW LEASING,” rose above her—a proud signal of the project’s nearing completion. She smoothed the front of her fitted blouse and took a deep...