Tits and Tats
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Ivy placed items down, waiting her turn in line. She shifted and stretched, moaning in pleasurable pain at the slight burn in her defined muscles from tonight's lengthy and intense workout. Slim fingers brushed the long damp hair away from her face as she checked her phone for new messages.
Private party needs 5 bikini models. $50hr plus a chance for extra. Call me. Jared
She smiled. That sounded like fun. The late-night sessions at the gym were finally paying off.
Baby, April is just a friend. It's a flower shop mix-up. Let me take you to dinner and explain. Please. xx
She frowned, deleting David's latest text as she'd done since Sunday. Identical bouquets of flowers and cards with the same heartfelt words in his handwriting for two women. A mistake? Sure. Such a jerk.
Ivy rolled her eyes, typing as she moved forward.
Italian Restaurant 8 pm Saturday. Tongue in April's throat. Red lace panties on the table.
She pressed send.
I have pics. Can't play a player.
She grinned, hitting send again thankful she hadn't slept with him.
"Phew..." His number was now blocked and deleted.
"Cheddar and sour cream or barbecue. Snickers or Reese's. Decisions, decisions. Hmm..."
The deep voice at the nearby rack caught her attention. An arm grabbed a bag of chips and an extra-large candy bar placing them next to her things. Her eyes traveled over the six-pack abs and the muscles in the man's chest and arms before focusing on his left bicep and the tattoo peeking beneath the thin white T-shirt.
Tall. Dark hair. Tight shirt.
Chips, chocolate, and man muscles. Satan's temptations. Fuck.
She swallowed to moisten her dry throat as fingers fanned her loose shirt to cool down.
"Fuck is right. I'm getting all of them. One set for dinner and breakfast." He winked.
Ivy gasped, skin hot, realizing she'd spoken then averted her eyes as he added to his pile. She retrieved money from the pocket of her shorts ignoring the man.
I can't believe I said that. Can this line move any slower? Let me die now. Fresh sweat and a citrus woodsy smell distracted her as she took a deep, calming breath.
His big body crowded hers, and warm breath tickled her ear. "Mm...steak and mushrooms. My favorite dinner. I bet you're planning something special for the zucchini and peaches afterward."
"Excuse me?" Ivy looked up in confusion; eyebrow arched to meet green eyes, dark lashes, and his mischievous smile. Just a little flirting. Play it cool then you'll be home.
"Have you ever had Sex on the Beach and a Screaming Orgasm?" His cocky grin made her tummy clench.
Their eyes met and held for a minute. Damn, that grin looks familiar. She studied his handsome face. Short hair and intelligent eyes. A strong angular jaw, dimples, and full lips.
"Saturday night in fact. Twice in a row. Best sex of my life." She laughed, trying to appear nonchalant.
He smiled, leaning in again, "Semper Fidelis," and lifted his sleeve to show swirling script curling around his upper arm. "Did time in the Marines, mostly in Asia."
Her gaze traced the visible letters and the contrast between dark blue ink and lightly tanned skin. She licked dry lips mimicking a sudden desire to follow every line with a wet tongue.
"Impressive set of boobs. Full and round. Nice deep cleavage and soft pale skin."
A nudge from his elbow and a slight hip bump broke Ivy's concentration as his words registered. Her sweaty hand nearly dropped her keys as she noticed his towering height gave him a perfect view down her shirt.
"A little tit for tat show and tell makes time fly." His finger boldly skimmed along her collarbone briefly caressing skin then flicking the lace edge of her bra mere inches from erect nipples.
"What are you doing?" Ivy stammered unsettled as she took shallow breaths.
Slowly his hand descended over the curve of her breasts until it caressed the bare, taut skin of her stomach.
"Are you crazy?"
"Breathe in and out. Slowly." He whispered.
She was stunned by his audacity giving him a pointed glare before taking her turn to check out.
"I think the show's over." Her fingers unconsciously drummed against the stand as she watched the security guard lock one side of the entrance.
What the fuck is wrong with him? Why am I even responding?
"Do you have a phone number?" The voice of the clerk intruded on her thoughts.
A quick glance to the side showed him occupied looking at his phone probably sending a text to some limber bedmate. He'd need an enormous bed just for his height alone.
"Yes, it's 7026... " Her eyes strayed back to long fingers nimbly typing as she recited the number.
There was something about him. Ivy huffed in frustration at her lack of control. Do I know him?
She handed over the money taking one last look. He smirked, pocketing the phone then his eyes traveled down her body pausing over every curve. His careful observation left her feeling exposed as she self-consciously pushed blonde hair behind a shoulder. The brooding intensity in his eyes set her pulse racing.
His body pressed against her and Ivy was helpless to move. His melodic, low voice murmured into an ear. "Nice bluff. But I know you're lying. I can smell your sweet arousal." His sly smile preceded his lips firmly touching her own.
The softness was a surprise. Hot breath with a whiff of cinnamon made Ivy's knees weak. Hands momentarily grasped onto his trim waist to steady herself. She opened her mouth to protest.
He didn't hesitate and slipped his tongue inside stroking it along hers. A large hand cupped a breast as another slid around her waist pulling them closer.
Minutes passed. Maybe even hours. Ivy was unsure as time seemed to stand still.
"I love newlyweds. They can't keep their hands off each other." The clerk's raspy voice alerted Ivy to their audience.
Ivy quickly pulled away, grabbing the bag, and avoiding everyone's eyes in embarrassment.
"My lips are tingling. Kiss me again."
She rushed to the exit giving an extra forceful shove to open the door and escape.
"You guys enjoy your date night. Netflix is playing Titanic."
Heavy footsteps followed behind, and she knew it was him.
"Wait up lover; I've got our snacks."
Ivy ran to her car. Shaking fingers scrambled to unlock the door as the oppressive night air surrounded her. Once inside, she quickly rolled down the windows releasing the heat collected over the past few hours. She watched as he exited the store, stopping to look around before heading thirty feet to a black car parked near the closed gym.
"Ohh..." Ivy sighed in relief. He slid into the car and drove away minutes later. It had been a long day and night. Her new schedule gave her insomnia, and it was too damn hot to do anything before sunset. She twisted open the half-filled water bottle and gulped until it was empty. She rolled the back windows up and gathered her hair securing it with a clip.
I can't believe I made out in a grocery store with a man. A sexy stranger. I need a fucking vacation.
The image of naked tanned skin and her tongue exploring tattooed flesh during sex on the beach filled Ivy's mind. Hands and lips caressed her breasts as dark silky strands of hair slipped through her fingers, and the sound of ocean waves crashing onto the sand filled the night air. She squirmed in the seat panties damp with wetness.
"Errr..." Ivy's hands thumped against her thighs in frustration.
A vacation. No fucking, or sexy men. Sand, margaritas, and peaceful relaxation.
A new Mercedes pulled up beside her, and she admired the sleek lines of the black car. Fancy rims and gleaming headlights added to the allure. Ivy craned her head to check the rear startling when the passenger-side window rolled down. ZAYN and Sia's Dusk Till Dawn filled the air, and she relaxed in the seat singing along. The driver must be waiting for an employee. She'd leave when the song ended.
Midway through a car door opened and seconds later something flew through the open window landing on Ivy's lap. She grabbed the plastic bag before it fell on the floor. A giant Snickers candy bar and a receipt were inside. What the fuck?
"Hey, sexy lover," a familiar voice said. "Want to make love until dawn?"
"What?" Ivy yelped as white teeth in a wicked smile filled the window frame, and a shiver ran down her spine.
He tossed in a bag of chips. "I added these when you were ogling my ink. Consider them a gift for a delightful night."
"You're an asshole."
"I'm your temptation."
He brazenly leaned in and seized her bag, pulling out the zucchini and peaches. Strong fingers closed over a wrist as he slid the zucchini into her palm.
"Almost perfect fit." His fingers touched the green skin. "I'm a bit larger."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Ivy was perplexed.
"Oil the zucchini and slide it between your breasts tonight." He whistled as she stared back.
Two small firm peaches fit into the other hand as her fingers wrapped around them.
"Squeeze the peaches gently in your fingers as you lick them." His tongue slid along his plump lower lip.
"What the fuck for?" She hated the way she wanted to bite his lip. Make him moan. I need to leave now before I do something I'll regret.
"When you writhe in bed thinking of me between your tits or thighs, wondering what size I am." He growled, giving a wolfish grin.
"Hell no, that's not happening." She placed the items on the passenger seat.
"You're so cute and feisty. I love it." He chuckled.
Ivy turned the key, rolling the windows up in exasperation. As she drove away, she caught sight of his license plate. Kingdom. Kingdom comes, and Kingdom goes.
She wasn't shopping after midnight ever again.
#
Ivy slammed the Corolla's door, making sure it was locked then slung her sports bag over her shoulder and headed to the gym.
Cold air greeted her as she entered the reception room. It was a slow Thursday night but would get busy later as was typical in Vegas, especially during the summer. Las Vegas was a place where kinks were discovered and cultivated. Wealthy clients of numerable industries paid money for privileges and discretion to have fantasies and desires fulfilled.
She waved to the trainers and clients as she passed through the large gym to the corner office. The door opened as she approached.
"It's my favorite Lucky charm," stated a male voice with traces of an accent.
She paused to set her bag down near the door. "Jared, you know I hate that name." She cocked her head before hugging the tall dark-haired man.
"I can't resist, Ivy." Lively green eyes and laughter met her complaint. "When you scared that biker, dropping out of that tree three months ago it was like magic."
"Never saw a man run faster from a half-naked flower fairy," a husky voice said from behind as a powerful arm slid around Ivy's waist.
"Fuck." She kicked the bag. "I thought it was from all the money I bring in."
"That too." Jared winked then grinned.
"Damian, stop groping my ass."
"That ass is class." Jared sighed. "Worth every penny paid."
"You're about to get spanked," Ivy muttered as she gripped Damian's thighs.
"Wouldn't be the first time and won't be the last." His stubble rasped across her cheek as he nuzzled into her neck. "God, you smell delicious."
"You're such a Devil." Her hands slid along his arms, pausing to pinch skin above his inner elbows.
"Ughh... it burns," he twisted away, shaking his arms, and bouncing on his toes.
"Stop being a pussy tease. It's distracting, and I'm avoiding men right now." Ivy ruffled his dark hair before sprawling on a leather sofa.
"Spoilsport." He protested, lifting her legs to sit down.
"Time for business." Jared interrupted. "We're booked up until Halloween."
"Wow, that was fast." Ivy was surprised.
High-profile clients wanted to work out after-hours to avoid publicity, so the gym started the extra services eight weeks before. Platinum level membership granted access to personal motivation via 'Babes or "Brawn' who catered to those men and women desiring to be voyeurs or exhibitionists while exercising. Double platinum offered entrance to a private club with exclusive benefits.
"The majority owner King came back from Japan three weeks ago and started a new promotion," Damian replied.
"That's wonderful." Ivy enthused, laughing.
"Not for you." Jared proclaimed. "Perfect timing on your man-free diet. You're in high demand."
"Huh?" She was sure London would get prime bookings with her height and long legs.
"Tits and Tats." Jared spread the calendar out, dates and times covering most boxes. "Your perfect tits are the major attraction."
"What about the tattoos?" Ivy knew of five men who had tattoos she'd pay to see. Beautiful ink art on the skin. "What kind are we talking about?"
"Only the best. The kind that makes women eager to touch." Damian scooted next to her.
"Men get jealous of other men eying me up like candy." Ivy propped an elbow on the sofa. "I'm tired of dating and playing."
"You're our Lucky Candy." Jared blew her a kiss. "Kisses so sweet they're addicting."
"It's my perfect assets." She points a finger at her pouty lips, full breasts, and round ass.
Damian rubbed her shoulders. "This is all show. No hassles. Hot men and fun times but when the party's over, it's done."
His hands worked the knots out of her sore muscles.
"Mmm... you should charge serious money for this. I'd pay double." Ivy closed her eyes and moaned.
"I know how to be an Angel when it counts." He kissed her cheek then stood up. "Duty calls. Got a house to show at nine to a corporate vice president."
"Saturday night is the biggest party we've planned. Armed guards will be present." Jared spun his chair around handing across a binder. "That contains all the information."
"King will be there. It's the first Tits and Tats event." Damian said as he closed the door behind him.
Ivy thumbed through the pages admiring the pictures of decor and landscape. Menus and seating arrangements, flowers, art, and body paint models. Alcohol lists and glassware, face masks, bikinis, and lingerie. She shut the binder, standing up and grabbing her bag off the floor. "I'd better get an early night and prepare. I'm so excited to see all the men with tattoos."
Jared escorted her to the door. The rain had fallen but quickly dried in the low humidity. He touched Ivy's hand catching her attention and saw shadowed blue eyes.
His muscular arm pulled her into a comforting embrace. "I met you six months ago, and I'd take a bullet for you anytime."
"Luckily for you, that's my job." She mumbled into his neck.
They stood together, her hand resting on his shoulder as fingers stroked her back. "You're too damn good at it. I wish you'd quit."
"I'm almost ready. Nearly a million in the bank."
He whistled. "Steep price for a look at those perfect assets."
"A party doll appearance is the perfect disguise." Ivy shifted. "These breasts have saved lives."
The sound of approaching voices separated them.
"Thanks for setting up the party." Ivy stood on tiptoes to kiss his cheek. "The promotion was a total surprise."
"It was perfect for your client. Naked boobs. Easy sell." He pushed open the door letting in a mild breeze.
"These past months have been difficult," She cupped the side of his face, "I haven't had many nights to remember."
"You hide it extremely well. Better than I could."
"That's what I'm trained to do." She gave him a last kiss and slipped through the door.
#
Saturday morning Ivy was up before ten and headed to the spa for a complete pampering. Every inch of skin was exfoliated, rubbed, waxed, and massaged. Pedicure and manicure, shampoo and blow dry. Professionally applied makeup, lotion, and perfume. From top to bottom she was stunning. Five foot seven, long blonde hair, and blue eyes. Peaches and cream complexion. Perfect natural D cups and the epitome of curvy female perfection.
She sipped lemonade and ice as the limousine maneuvered through the traffic, closing her eyes and relaxing back into the comfortable seat. The sound of a door opening woke her from a light sleep.
"Hello, Miss Ivy." An older gentleman impeccably dressed in a dark grey suit offered her a small bowl of fruit. "I thought you'd appreciate a little snack."
She accepted the offering. "Thanks, George. You know me so well."
A few bites of white peaches and she was in heaven. Sweet juice and tender flesh. I wonder what happened to the sexy stranger. Three weeks ago, he caught her in an unguarded moment. She now avoided the produce section while shopping and buried herself in training and work.
It had been years since Ivy had such a strong physical reaction to a man. He gets under my skin so fast. I could slap him or kiss him. She couldn't wait until this job was over, and she could escape to San Diego for a month. I need to forget about him tonight. Get my party doll mask in place. She finished the fruit, licking the tip of a finger.
"Ready for tonight?" The sexy Southern drawl and scent of orange indicated London had joined her.
"Almost. Thank God we don't have to dress as matching kittens tonight."
"I brought my kitten ears anyway. I might snag a sexy tattoo man and disappear into the bushes with him." London opened a bottle of water and took a sip. "I need to practice my cat kisses. Little licks and nibbles all over."
Ivy sat up, grabbing her phone as it buzzed. She flicked through the messages, she paused at a pic attachment. A pair of bare breasts with the word Tits centered above. She frowned as they looked vaguely familiar but couldn't place them. Who the fuck is sending me naked boob pics? She didn't have time for games right now.
She quickly typed as the limousine resumed moving then hit send.
Affirmative. French Candy Kisses. Target confirmed as attending.
Her hands trembled in adrenaline and excitement. Five-minute countdown.
Three hundred feet from the gates armed guards stopped them. Bomb-sniffing dogs and explosives experts thoroughly checked for anything unusual
Ivy's phone buzzed with a new picture message. A tattoo of a dragon head with the word Tats across the top. She checked the number again and didn't recognize the area code or digits. This is a private party. What the hell?
The limousine entered the gates following the curving driveway to park in a single bay.
Ten minutes later Ivy sat alone in a spacious bedroom surveying the room. Red satin sheets and white rose petals covered the king-sized bed, and tall red candles flickered on every available surface. Framed prints of erotic art covered the sage green walls in decorative displays. Figurines of dragons of various shades and sizes stood in formation across the dresser. A ceiling height mirror covered the wall across from the bed. ZAYN and Sia's Dusk Till Dawn played on repeat from built-in speakers. What's taking so long? Are they counting the money by hand? Fuck.
The door opened, and a big man stepped inside. It was not who Ivy was expecting. She stumbled to her feet in shock.
"How?"
The sexy stranger was back. He cast a dark, brooding look over her body.
Ivy hated that she noticed his muscles. A fitted white shirt encased broad shoulders and powerful arms. She unconsciously licked her lips.
"My temptations. Same as yours, only womanly curves and tits."
He prowled through the bedroom like he owned the place. Her eyes traveled down the length of his body from head to toe and back up again.
"Why?" Ivy took a step toward him; her fingers nervously tugged on the kimono belt.
"Like hell, I'd let another man put his hands or cock anywhere near your body in my damn bed." He slowly unbuttoned the sleeves of his starched shirt.
"What?" Oh shit. Months of planning and international undercover work was gone. Her knees shook. Hours of groped breasts by unscrupulous plastic surgeons trying to save a dollar on cheap implants. Fuck. I'll have to do it all over again.
"I upped the price to half a million dollars in cash for a night with your tits." Buttons popped free as he jerked his shirt open exposing his firm sculpted slopes and angles. "I paid, so I'm claiming my time for the next five months."
"But you're interfering-" She protested. His warm finger pressed against her lips.
"Mr. Booth is currently occupied with London. He's getting the second-best titty fuck available. I'm sure he'll have no complaints." He smirked and winked. "She'll get his original one hundred thousand dollar fee."
"You can't just negotiate on your own." Ivy asserted.
"It's a win-win situation. Guaranteed money for her and law enforcement gets to wrestle the men out afterward into custody."
"I don't even know your name." Did she? If so, when did she forget?
"Kingston, but friends and family call me King. Enemies and lovers call me The Dragon King either in the ring or bed." He bowed deep at the waist in traditional Japanese greeting.
Ivy instinctively bowed at the waist in response and replied, "Dirty Bets. Double Wishes. French Candy Kisses."
King turned away from her and let his shirt slide down to pool around his feet. Arms spread wide he flexed his back muscles making scales ripple. "Candy Kisses. Bubblegum Wishes. Triple Double Bets."
She gasped at the familiar ink design covering his mid to upper back and shoulders, curving around the front of his chest and partially down the front of his right arm.
"I'm ready to indulge in some tit for tat action. I'm a breast man, and you have stunning ones." He swiftly moved behind her, positioning Ivy in front of the mirror.
They watched as King's fingers spread the red silk Kimono apart and pulled it off her body. He palmed the full globes, squeezing and kissing them. She leaned into him, closing her eyes and felt the strength of his fingers caressing and forming the smooth skin to his hands. Tousled blonde hair brushed the tops of her breasts. Delicate brushes of warmth lightly passed across her skin as his mouth kissed her neck. She moaned and arched her neck giving him unfettered access.
"It's been seven years since we worked together." Lips tugged at her earlobe. "Too damn long since I've touched you." His wet tongue slid into her ear. "Tasted you."
Ivy grabbed his hips, shivering as his breath rested at her ear.
"Show me how wet you are and slide down those white panties."
Her shaking fingers slid into the waistband, pushing until they fell to the floor. King bent over, and his fingers snagged them. He pressed the warm damp fabric against his nose and inhaled her sweet scent. He wrapped an arm around her, scooping Ivy up and laid her down in the center of the bed. He kissed and licked a meandering trail up her inner thigh before his teeth tugged on her clit and his tongue flicked over the tip. She bucked against his mouth, fingers clenching the sheets.
King backed away from the bed, unbuckled his pants and let them drop. He stroked a large hand along his straining shaft as he watched her touch herself. He moved over Ivy stroking his finger across a nipple, feeling her shudder at his touch. She moaned out his name. Her fingers slid into his silky dark hair pulling him down until their mouths met. Her tongue licked along the crease of his lips then her teeth tugged at his bottom lip. He tasted like cinnamon and orange as their tongues dueled. King felt good in her arms and against her body as his hands slid under her ass.
"I want your creamy tits pressed against my hot skin, and sliding all around my dragon cooling him down like cold vanilla ice cream melting on your tongue on a hot summer day." He kissed and licked a trail across Ivy's breasts and closed his lips around a dark pink nipple.
He watched Ivy's body squirm as his teeth and lips pulled at erect nipples, and she thrust her hips upwards. He hovered over her, hands spreading Ivy's thighs apart. A lone finger slid between her wet swollen folds to rub at her gushing entrance. His hands grabbed her hips as his body strained to be surrounded by her moist warmth. He nudged his cock against her then bit down on a nipple as he slid in deep with a long stroke. Her arms grasped his arms and her nails skimmed over his hot flesh.
Their bodies moved together, and his hips bucked as he moaned at the hot heat between them. Ivy's pussy clenched around him, and his legs trembled, pushing King to thrust harder and faster inside her. He continued to kiss and tease the stiff peaks and sucked each one deep into his mouth as her nails dug into his back. She began to shiver, and her moans turned into cries as her body tensed. He pumped into her and bit down on her neck as his balls tightened suddenly. His climax tore through him as her pussy clenched down hard around his swollen shaft.
He collapsed on her, mouth pressed against her damp skin. Her fingers stroked the hair above his nape.Their breathing was ragged, and sweat coated their sated bodies.
He rolled off Ivy's body and pulled her across his and her head nestled against his chest. Her fingers traced the spaces between his ribs as their breathing slowed.
"This is my Kingdom, and you're my prey," He growled into her ear, warm hands cupping the cheeks of her ass.
"Be glad I don't have my handcuffs tonight." She laughed and kissed his nose.
"Is that a threat or a promise?"
"I want to see those lips meeting mine at sunrise."
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MasturbationI escaped my fucked-up life into late-night erotic fantasies for years as waves crashed onto the sand beneath my balcony. I frequented my favorite site and started writing stories after becoming enamored with an author. Her stories had dirty, rough stuff I loved but also sensual and tender in a way I tried to emulate but couldn't master. I fantasized she spent hours getting aroused reading my words as I did hers. When she joined a new site, I quickly followed, seizing an opportunity to become...
Straight Sex“I’m Kylie, and I’m a sex addict.” I tried not to cry. It would have made things exponentially more embarrassing than just standing in front of the room telling a group of strangers that I was basically a sexual deviant. I bit down on my lower lip instead, producing just enough sharp discomfort to keep the girly tears back. I couldn’t believe I had really committed to this. Of course, I guess one could argue that I wasn’t very good with commitments, as it was. Ever since the depraved incident...
Group Sex“You’re such a whore, Shelby! But that’s still fucking hot…” Chelsie said as I briefly mentioned one particular aspect of my vacation to the Cayman Islands. “How were they? Big? Muscular? Come on, Shelby, details!” “Geez, let’s not be too demanding here. It was just sex on the beach with three incredibly hot guys! After all, I was on vacation…” I just stared at Chelsie, hoping she wouldn’t judge me for spilling the contents of my wild and dirty vacation. “Oh, please do tell! And you couldn’t...
Group SexChelsea was late, the victim of a failed alarm clock and cab shortage. She silently cursed her tight skirt and heels as she flew through the lobby, skidding across the polished marble floor just in time to catch the elevator. Breathless, she jumped in, glanced at her watch, and exhaled in relief. The button to the fifth floor was already glowing, pressed by the elevator’s only other occupant. When she turned to say good morning, the words stuck in her throat. It was Liam, the gorgeous new...
Group SexFor the first few weeks working at Joelle’s, my feet never really touched the floor. This was everything I had dreamed of, and more. In case you don’t know about her - though I’d be curious if you didn’t - Joelle’s the woman who turned makeup into a true art. Where others only “applied” lipstick, rouge and eye shadow, she painted with an artist’s skill and turned the plainest women into goddesses, into true artwork. Nobody knew her surname, and nobody needed to. All the big stars flocked to her...
SpankingAidan Black stared at the online text that flashed up onto the screen. ‘I luv ur stories!’ He yawned, and took another sip of his Jack Daniels. He quickly typed a reply and then leaned back in his chair. ‘What do you like about them?’ He smiled at the long pause. All these fans are the same, he thought to himself. Innocent young girls that dream of being treated like dirty sluts and too afraid to tell their college boyfriends that doggy-style after a long alcohol-fused pub crawl just wasn’t...
ReluctanceIt had been five years since my wife died. I was stuck in a rut. It was as if my life had stalled the day Gina passed away. I was as emotionally healed as I would ever be, yet I lacked the will to go out and start anew. I worked, I came home. I slept, and then I headed back to work again the very next day. My life became a cycle. Rinse and repeat, ad infinitum.Maybe that’s why I allowed Christie to get so close to me. I told myself I just needed the help, but had I thought it through, I would...
TabooKailee knew she shouldn’t be here. He warned her of what would happen if she came into his space alone again. Shane, her father in-law was a good man, but he liked things his way. He wanted everything run his way. When Kailee and his son had to move back in with him and his wife while their place was being finished, the rules had been simple. Stay out of his office. Last week Kailee had been wandering around the large house, bored and looking for something to do. She walked down the hall and...
TabooI watched his plane lift off and disappear into the eastern sky. As I slowly walked across the airport terminal to the parking lot, I tried to compose myself as I wiped the last few tears from my cheeks. I could still feel his lips on my lips and the lingering scent of his shaving soap was still with me, but both sensations were rapidly vanishing. As I climbed into the car, I leaned back one last time saying good-bye to the man I loved. The feeling of the strength of his arms around me in our...
VoyeurAnna had only been living with Lincoln for three months, one week and five days when he walked in on her masturbating. He’d originally left with an overnight bag swinging from his clenched fist and a casual comment thrown over his shoulder to let her know he'd be spending the weekend at a friend’s place. Ten minutes after he'd walked out the door she'd stripped down to her tank top and panties, feeling the urgent need to relieve some of the tension that being around him regularly caused. In...
Straight SexDamon: I’ll bet you’ll get up to some trouble in Cabo. I smirked at the text that flashed up on our chat-log from the computer screen. He was always teasing me. Ashleigh: No trouble. At least not the good kind of trouble. I’m going with my boyfriend don’t forget. There was a pause, and while I anticipated his next words, I took a sip of the vodka soda I was prone to drinking while I spent my online hours chatting with my favorite virtual stranger, DamonX. I leaned back in my computer chair and...
TabooDedication: This story is just a bit of fun and is respectfully dedicated to all the tireless story checkers on Lush, whose hard work makes this site possible and who have to put with rubbish like this every day. Also, thanks must go to Fugly, whose story "Bag of Lush All Sorts" was the inspiration for this piece.I was in only my second month at Global Biofuels and still finding my way around the organisation. As the head of procurement in a modern, forward-thinking, ethical company, I had to...
TabooRobyn thought about sex a lot. She craved sex. Robyn wanted to feel a man’s strong masculine hands all over her naked body, to hear him whisper dirty words in her ear and make her pussy sopping wet.She imagined his hands pulling her hair back and his tongue in her ear as his thick hard cock penetrated her wet cunt. She wanted to feel his bulging biceps caress her sides and the feel of his sweat mixing with hers on their warm wet bodies.Just then Robyn looked up and saw bright red brake lights...
MILFAnal “You like that, don’t ya Fugs, hey?” asked Eric. “You like a big cock going deep in that sweet tight little puckered up ass?” “You know I do, Babe,” I said between thrusts. “But, do you want to talk or fuck?” “Oh, let’s talk please,” Eric smirked. “How was your day, sweetheart?” “Well asshole, it was going fine... until you opened your mouth. So, stop being a smart ass, shut up and”... BDSM “Take it like the bitch you are,” I said, as I rammed my condom covered rubber opaque cock...
Straight Sex(episode 31) Prelude to the Party: After finding out about Mary Beth’s kinky tryst at the lesbian club and also allowing myself to participate in Jennifer’s twisted drug-fueled gang bang, I found myself in a very strange mood. In fact it was like being apathetic, ashamed, strangely aroused and creeped out all at once. Despite all the bizarre events of the past weekend, I thought I’d try to maintain my relationship with Mary Beth. I figured my participation in Jennifer’s twisted orgy and Mary...
College SexMilena's story My name is Milena and I work in a well-known chain of Opticians on the high street. When the manageress of our store suggested that we have a ‘wear what you want day’ I was excited. I’ve always been one for fancy dress. Then she added one or two caveats. We must be decent and not wear anything that brings the business into disrepute. Knowing me, that was a tall ask, but hey ho! She said it would be good for morale and create a talking point among customers and attract passing...
Quickie SexMike, Enough endless talking. You once said that it is not bragging if one can back up one’s words with action, and now it has come time to back up your words, mon petit. Please see attached; everything has been arranged. Yours, Jen. No further explanation.A ‘click,’ a mental turn as my brain processed those three short sentences, and time quite changed, my vision dimming as I read the attachment. It read as follows:Dear Mr. Stone,Thank you for choosing Alaska Airlines. Please make note...
AnalI think I fell in love with Claire the first time I saw her, standing with her team mates in her hockey kit in the queue for dinner in the refectory of our University Hall of Residence. Dark haired, athletically built and sporty, she seemed a long way out of my class. Despite being basically tall and good-looking myself – in great shape after many years playing rugby – there was something about her that I found different from other girls and, frankly, intimidating but I couldn’t get her out of...
Wife LoversThis story only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.I’ve always been a bit of a loner. Even in my daydreams, which largely featured a handsome prince who saw me completely differently to how I really am, more time was spent waiting and dreaming of him in those solitary imaginings than I did actually with him in them. I believe that was prophetic, leading into (or perhaps from?) pathetic. When it comes to sex, with two startling exceptions, all of that...
First Time“Hi, I’m Rachel, and yeah… I guess you can call me a sex addict,” I giggled as I looked at the expectant faces surrounding me. I thought about that statement for a minute. Of course, I’d never called myself a sex addict out loud, but the idea of it sounded almost kind of sexy. Of course I knew I was supposed to be all serious standing there in the classroom at The Belleview Retreat for Sexual Health. But really, how can you find the seriousness of group therapy at all? They were a miscellaneous...
Taboo‘To pluck a beautiful flower from the desert is an unpardonable sin.’ – Man Of Mountain, Shoshone Medicine Man My best friend Karla, lived with her dad, Hank, in a trailer until she was eighteen. Then she fixed up an empty trailer, one of those old chrome things with the rounded corners, and moved into it by herself. She used to get spooked in that trailer all by herself. She would call me on the phone and say, “Jan, come over and spend the night. You know I’ve got NetFlix; we’ll rent something...
SupernaturalI love sex. I suppose that doesn't make me unusual. Most women do. My urge to share my desires online isn't so common. Maybe I love the attention, and maybe by sharing, part of me hopes others will share their own desires with me.Such things are never easy to speak of. Maybe it's easier for guys, but I don't know if that's true. I do know some girls find it very difficult to talk about their intimate secrets. I think that's a shame. How can we hope to achieve a satisfying sex life if we are too...
MasturbationSomething powerful stirred inside me when I heard the groan of carnal satisfaction over the gentle waves. That something had been trying to return for a while, nudged toward life with every sultry glance and beautiful body that I encountered or imagined. But when I turned the corner that night and saw her on his lap, rolling her hips, unmistakeably fucking, that was when it officially re-awakened. It had been asleep for literally years; when I moved to Jamaica, it truly slept in peace. It was a...
Group SexSaturday evening was delightful, the club was jumping, and there lots and lots of pretty people around to enjoy. A tall brunette was giving me the eye, and the way she was looking at me told me we were on the same wavelength. She finally walked up to me and spoke."Can I buy you a drink, pretty lady?"Silly girl, of COURSE you can!"I'd love that, and I love Cosmos. My name's Elizabeth, and you are?"She smiled and it was the kind of smile I liked."I'm Kendra, and I'm impressed, you're very...
LesbianI sighed, hit “send” on my email, and wondered if it was time for another trip across the road to Costa. The office was supposed to be air-conditioned, but it didn’t seem to be working today, just when it was most needed. It’s not that I was complaining about the hot weather, it’s just that I’d much rather be out sun-bathing than stuck at my computer all day.Suddenly I heard a voice behind me.“I don’t suppose you’ve got any Ibuprofen, Annie. This heat’s given me a splitting headache, and I must...
Office SexHe looked out of the front window of the car, watching the rain and lost in thought. "I still have love for you," he said. "I just can't say that I'm in love with you." She on the other hand watched him, oblivious to anything else in this world. She could not remember not loving him. In spite of herself, she still did. "What does that mean? Are you 'in' love with her?""Damn it Naomi," he exclaimed, frustrated, hitting the palm of his hand hard against the steering wheel. He was losing patience...
InterracialIf I hurried, I had time to drive home, take a quick shower, get dressed and still not be late for my dinner date with Jason. He was working late, so he would be meeting me at the restaurant. Since I knew he wouldn’t be stopping home first, it gave me time to get my naughty surprise ready for him. Hopping out of the shower, I quickly dried off, rubbed on some lotion and made sure I was smooth all over. I put on a lace black bra and garter, slid on some black thigh highs and attached them to the...
ToysMy boyfriend and I were cuddled together in my bed enjoying the post coital bliss that followed a nice, but not spectacular fuck. I was gently fondling his rapidly deflating penis as he softly massaged my labia - both slippery with various sexual fluids. Devin broke the moment asking, “On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate this?” “Sssh,” I sighed, “Let's just enjoy this.” “Seriously,” he said, “One to ten, with a ten being mind blowing.” “Devin, let it be,” I protested, “Just be quiet.”...
Group SexPamela had already made the picnic and packed it into a wicker basket when the boys arrived. She’d cleaned the kitchen as well, been a thorough little domestic goddess with her mom and dad away for the week. And finally she had changed from jogging pants and T-shirt into her costume. Nothing outlandish, just a simple white-muslin dress and sandals, and then to the garden to pluck daisies and buttercups and ring them into a crown and a necklace. She stood before her bedroom mirror adjusting the...
Group SexSterling smacked my ass, spun me around and pushed me against the wall. “I'm going to fuck you standing up,” he said. “Right here and now.” “You're getting married to my sister,” I said. “So I'm going to have to say no.” “I'm going to fuck you,” he said. “Sooner or later.” His lips moved toward mine and I found myself puckering up to meet them. He tasted of whiskey and apples with an overlay of cinnamon. I think the cinnamon came from the gum he was chewing. I moved my face away from his. “Do...
TabooOn a warm, quiet night, Lauren lay in bed listening, through her open bedroom window, to the deep moans of an unknown woman that was repeatedly brought near climax, only to be edged back from her orgasmic bliss. Lauren’s husband, dead to the world in a deep sleep, lay next to her, oblivious of the other woman but thirty feet outside their window, being ravaged by Jason, who had been their best man just three years ago.Lauren’s fingers were massaging her rock hard nipples as she imagined Jason’s...
CheatingJack’s Story Despite all my reservations, I had agreed to house sit my parent’s place for a month this summer while they were on vacation in Europe. My parents lived in the suburbs and were far from my usual stomping grounds. Literally there was nothing, but nothing, around unless your amusement was the local shopping mall.“Jack,” my father had said, “your mother and I would feel so much more comfortable if you were here. There has been this wave of robberies in this area occurring when people...
MILFSeven o’clock, the black numbers showed clearly against the silver LED background. Tanner noted the time with a sense of detachment, not concerned or hurried, but with an awareness that his guest would soon arrive. A geisha, Tanner thought while gazing out through the expanse of windows in his penthouse apartment.Tanner rolled the word through his mind again, sampling its meaning as if he could taste its implications. Would she offer sex? Probably, but there was no guarantee. From what little...
Straight SexThe city is lonely and my bedside table is in disarray. Cherry cola fizzes in a champagne flute. A ragged copy of Albert Camus’ The Fall holds a position of importance in place of a Bible. It’s bookmarked at Jean-Baptiste’s recollection of that warm autumn night by the River Seine. I like to reread that passage when I can’t sleep. Next to it, there’s a half-smoked joint in a vintage glass ashtray that I stole from an ex-lover’s apartment. I can’t remember his name, but there’s something...
HardcoreIt was just another normal day in the cheese aisle when I first noticed her. Customers came and went as normal buying all manner of chilled foods. The queue at the deli ebbed and flowed as people clamoured for cheese, cold meats and fresh pizzas. It was my job to manage the staff and ensure all the shelves were fully stocked. In hindsight I didn't pay too much attention the first time, but after four days of seeing her visit my aisles I knew every curve of her body! On day one she bought milk...
LesbianAs the door closed behind me I looked at my watch. One a.m. I should be home in less than half an hour. It smelled refreshing and invigorating outside. As I walked to my car the last few drops of his semen ran down my leg. My bra and panties were in my purse. I was dressed in my normal work attire, not having showered after. I was sure I was ripe with the fresh sent of rigorous sex. When I arrived home intended to drop my clothes, get into bed, odorous as I was, and shower in the morning.I...
Cuckold(episode 30) My infatuation with Mary Beth grew during January of 2008. She was damned sexy and really good looking, plus she had one of planet Earth’s best camel toes. Another great thing about Mary Beth was that she was almost as daring and insatiable as Jennifer. However, as February came along, a few problems did arise. Mary Beth was becoming more and more possessive and controlling, and she would get really pissed off about me going over to Brittany and Jennifer’s apartment to study. ...
College SexGav slipped off his leather jacket and hung it over the back of his chair. It was Monday again and he needed to get to grips with the project that he was overseeing. He was head of IT Infrastructure at a busy lingerie firm. Lucy’s Underwear Show House had a turnover of £120 million and was one of the fastest growing businesses in the sector. In spite of the recession the company had made inroads into the ‘bedroom’ market capitalizing on the gap left by a recently dissolved name. Gav was a...
TabooSeattle, Winter ‘07 Her name was Lucy, or at least that’s the name she used, and she was a junkie. I didn’t need to see the track marks to know. In my line of work, I’d seen enough addicts to ID them quickly. She said she was 25, another lie. Closer to 20 would be my guess. That’s the thing about junkies. Lying comes naturally. It’s second nature. “I want to get clean.” See? Translation. I’d rather go to rehab then the slammer. Eventually, I got the truth out of her, though. Surprisingly,...
SeductionIda Hoe was waiting nervously back stage as her arch rival, Holly Keyhole, performed on stage riding Hoss Bigg cowgirl style on a trampoline. She could hear the audience shouting in delight. The raucous cheers were almost deafening.Ida was horrified that Holly might give an unsurmountable performance. Ida barely trailed her for first place in this grand finale episode of Miss American Pornstar. Winning the title of the first Miss American Pornstar would not only make her the newest rage in the...
Group SexLate night. Lights glisten on the surface of the road where it rained not long before. I’m about to put my foot down on leaving the village when I catch sight of her. I bring the car to a halt, watching in the mirror as the rear lights redden the black nylon on her legs. Her skirt is short, jacket only waist-length. High heels. Something’s odd about this. You don’t really see hitch-hikers anymore, certainly not ones that look like her. I press the button, letting the window slide down. She...
ReluctanceI was only nineteen and my world was over! One little clerical error and I was no longer eligible for the student loan I needed to get me through my next semester. I didn’t even have family that could help me. My mother was a waitress living paycheck to paycheck, and my father died when I was six. I had been in a daze of disbelief when I left the college’s office, where Mrs. Banks had broken the bad news. I had known the moment I walked in and saw that she was smiling at me with a look of...
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