Mel has an itch that hasn’t been scratched in weeks since Michael went out of town on business. LushStories has been helping, butt this week has been difficult. She has needs, and she has to feel them. She must submit. They must be done to her. She's desperate! Behind the wheel, she’s thinking about his hands on her and of him inside her and how exciting it is when he teases and denies her, always pushing her beyond her b...

Our host ushered us to the dining table and we all obediently took our seats, continuing the obligatory small-talk as we made ourselves comfortable. I’d noticed her as we sipped cocktails in the drawing room, tall and elegant wrapped in a long emerald green gown, with a revealing split at the side. Her matching heels accentuated her long legs and perfect bottom, and her cleavage and décolletage looked like fine china, whi...

First class full, I took a seat, That my standards did not meet. Got myself a window chair, A business man was sitting there. Excuse me sir, that is my place, He had a very handsome face. He quickly stood and let me in, Looked down my body with a grin. Insisted helping with my belt, His aftershave near made me melt. Immediate my thoughts went bad, As he smells just like my Dad. Was buckled in, stared in his eyes, And felt...

"She really is a total cunt," Jayne exclaimed. "What, who's a cunt?" I replied, dragging myself awake. "Soline, she really is a piece of work." Bright sunlight was streaming through the window; I had no clue as to what time it actually was. I grabbed my phone, stashed under my pillow. Six-fucking-thirty am—you have got to be kidding me. Our rather wonderful girly games night was just over three weeks ago. Jayne, Charlotte...

I’m silently screaming so loud, You’re the one who hears my whisper in the crowd. I ask for something I know I need, You are the one who won’t recede. You tell me to use my voice, This is my time to make a choice. I step forward into your embrace, Down my spine your hands softly trace. Within the shadows of the room, In time you are going to make me bloom. Your hand slips between my thighs, Consumed by the danger I can’t...

I don't know if I love or hate this. Emma was promised a very special date by Sebastian. She was instantly intrigued. A real date? In public? They both deemed that too risky until this very moment, but here they were. Kinda. He told her the name of the location and the address. Café Français, 1-3 Place de la Bastille. 11am and there would be a reservation under Claire's name. What he didn't tell her, it was a cover for on...

1986 Los Angeles Club Nightwear took Los Angeles by storm. On the weekends, it was nearly impossible to get in unless you knew somebody. Though thematically distinct, it was often compared to New York’s famed Studio 54. Sylvie was not one of ‘the people’ who could get in on the weekends, but she was there during the week. Tuesday was Black Night. Only black underwear or lingerie was allowed. Sylvie handed her coat to the...

Rebecca's eyes fixed on him as soon as he started walking down the aisle. She was there, on her seat, unwilling to look away. He stood out from the rest as tall and strong. She noticed his well-groomed brown hair and blue eyes. Suddenly, his eyes met hers and she quickly looked away, to the window on her right side. Witnessing his powerful gaze made her excited. She wondered whether he had noticed her, but was too afraid...