I love my spreader bar. I was dubious when my husband bought it. Frightened about the loss of control. Now, I relish it. We return from the pub and, giggling, I ask to be buckled within its confines. Panties removed, I am bent over, legs forced wide and fastened, wrists secured. My bared cunt and arse are vulnerable now. I am exposed and at his mercy. He threatens to invite his friends around. Dripping gooey cum, I sob. H...

The hammering inside my head dragged me back to consciousness like a rusty anchor scraping against concrete. I cracked one eye open and immediately regretted it. The pale morning light filtering through Martin's thin blue curtains felt like needles jabbing straight into my brain. Christ. What did I drink last night? I tried to roll over on the couch, but something felt... off. My limbs moved with this strange, weightless...

He was late. My heart sank and tears welled up in my eyes. I hadn’t heard from him since he dropped me home Monday morning after such a glorious night together on Sunday. That had annoyed me, but I wasn’t concerned…until now. Ten minutes earlier, I said goodbye to my last young student of the evening, and ran upstairs to quickly take off my panties, camisole, and bra. I pulled my black stretchy skirt up high on my thighs...

The velvet cuffs keep me taught to the bed, trapped in luxurious bondage that leaves me spread wide open. Every inch of my body is exposed, vulnerable to your intense gaze. You watch me from the corner of the room, a wry smile flitting across your face. From my vantage point, I cannot make out the item in your hands. Whilst the logical part of my brain implores me to struggle, to fight against you, the deep, devilish side...

This poem only available in Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Valentine's night?Not so! It's mine;An orgy does it right for me!A night of thrusting,Slippery thwopping,In and out and up and down;Fingers poking,Tweaking nipples,Squelching up my tight, hot cunt.Thrusting lengths inside my mouth,Just the way I fucking need it;Lick and suck the juices sweetAs lusty slime is oozing wetlyOn my ski...

This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.The fresh cotton sheet slides downOver satin-smooth skin;The tightly woven coveringInches down to exposeSoft, warm swells of palest pink...Anticipation bursts forth the fire of arousal,Burning bright asExcitement blows its breath across flushing curvesAnd eager hands tingle withDesire to exposeHer.Vulnerability and nervesSing int...