Cary stood at the podium in the Austin hotel ballroom, confident. The room was filled to capacity for her presentation: “Selling Homes to Generation Z.” As the owner of her own firm, she was the keynote speaker at the annual Texas Real Estate Symposium. She had flown in two days earlier, prepared to conquer the business stage, and perhaps have a little fun. Dressed conservatively in a tailored blazer and silk blouse, only...

A low, steady thrumming filled the room when I woke, and the world beneath me swayed gently. The trolley was gone. I padded to the bathroom, filled a tumbler from the cold tap, and drank it all in one long draught. Only then did I notice the curtains drawn tight across the portholes. I crossed the room and tugged them open. My breath caught. There was no dock, no Philadelphia. All that remained was the boundless ocean str...

I was still catching my breath when the pounding returned to the door and made me jump before my mom’s harsh screams began again. “What the fuck are you doing in there, Dan?! You have no business being in my daughter’s room for this long! Come out here now and face me like a man, you fucking coward! If you want to walk out of me—fine! I’ll take the house and all the money, everything! You’ll be begging to come back to me!...

My ongoing discussion with Char… I remember meeting you online. We chatted for a while. I started to understand you a little more. At 27 years of age, your answers were guarded. You provided only small bits of information at a time. Eventually, I came to understand that you were in the entertainment industry. Surprisingly, not what I expected. You were a professional woman wrestler, affiliated with one of the alphabet-nam...

My excessive blood pressure caused me to fail my annual company medical, and they demanded I see my doctor. At my appointment, it was a locum and not the usual man. She was a Chinese girl and wasted no time in taking my blood pressure, which was raised. She said,“ Let’s give it a few minutes and check again.” This was an attractive young lady without that oriental grim look, and I mentally removed her clothes. On the seco...

I walked around the house, wearing sexy purple lingerie. His eyes caught mine, his smile deep. My four-inch heels sounded loudly against the hardwood floors. I took every chance possible to walk by his study, my heels clicking louder to let him know I was walking by. I didn't care how long this took me; if I had to do it every day, I was determined to have his cock inside me. "Belle," his voice was loud, summoning me to h...

I was the project manager at a construction site outside of Paris. We were building a twenty-story hotel. The site was adjacent to a three-hundred-year-old cemetery and a Gothic church ruin. It was close to midnight, and I had decided to sleep in the office trailer for the night. It was the second-to-last day in October. My name is Mac, and I am a thirty-two-year-old American. I am 6'4" tall with a fit, muscular build. I...

This story starts back in my high school days. I grew up in a very conservative family. My parents always bought me clothes that hid my natural beauty. I always wore loose-fitting clothes, and although I had a nice body, no one ever knew it by the way I dressed. I was a loner because of that. I hardly had any female friends, and the boys shied away from me because I didn't wear short skirts and tight jeans and didn't show...

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...