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I woke up on my stomach, hugging a pillow instead of my lover. The air-conditioning system's effort smooched my naked ass. Sheesh, too cold. I was just about to open my eyes and automatically cover my flesh with a quilt, when a fundamental issue emerged in my mind.

"Why was I ever mooning?"

The next question was only the consequence of the first one, as the slowly appearing sparkles of consciousness informed me about my nightshirt scrolled up to armpits.

"What happened?"

Quiet moans, the smell of making out and the sound of jerking off answered me all I needed to know, and even before I raised my eyelids.

"What time is it?" I growled. Amy Winehouse would pay to have a voice I have in the mornings.

Azem bounced scared on the chair he was sitting, like a school boy caught by a teacher during the break. He wanted to hide the "act of the crime" he held in his hand, but he met a serious obstacle, which was his complete nudity.

"I... I know I promised to wake you up for work... but the sweet way you were sleeping... I would feel guilty, sorry."

"His conscience is fine when he does his famous "business" though," I thought, but I saved the comment to myself. There was no need to argue. This type of things appear after many years of marriage, not between the second day lovers. I trembled and I needed a hot man to cover me. I looked at my watch.

"First match was going to be boring anyway. Maybe you can entertain me better than two clowns pushing a yellow ball from one side of the net to another with a help of a racket?"

"Here are my balls baby, you can push them a little, but please, do not use a racket," Azem said as he approached me.

I went down on his balls to lick and suck them, and he stroked his penis at the same time. I loved the sound he exhaled when I flicked my tongue between his smooth twins, delicately cupping them in the same time. Then I pushed each with my delicate lips. Then I sucked again. Azem really took his time cumming this morning. I felt how all these male attributes were heavy and ready to unload, but he didn't make a mistake from last night. Maybe he imagined some nasty grannies. He put me slowly on my back and laid on me. A cock slipped into my eager womanhood. I moaned with lust. He put my both hands above my head and kept them with his own hand. His other one adjusted my hips and legs for a deep penetration. I heated up immediately. His thrusts were deep, but slow. We looked in each other's eyes. Gosh, how happy I felt... The happiness that fulfilled me was a mixture of physical bliss and mental comfort. As I said before, orgasms wear me out, therefore, I try to avoid them. I enjoyed the loving, slow atmosphere we introduced.

"You make me feel so meaningful in this meaningless world," I smiled.

Azem smiled back. He clinched me in a hug and sucked on my lips. I threw my shoulders around his neck. My pelvis went up without asking me for permission. That instinct move encouraged Azem for bolder pokes. I moaned with each. My breath became shorter. His kisses lost the patience. Finally, he moved down to suck my neck's skin and I caught his sexy, thick hair in my little fists. There was no excuse; my pussy got badly slammed. Wet balls reminded of themselves as they hit my bums. I gasped louder for the first time...

"Scream baby, I want to hear you," he begged.

I let out a shout the whole block must have heard. My own sounds turn me on; the crucial moment was just a few thrusts away... Azem raised his head to kiss me so much. Our fingers crossed. I felt his dick sliding out and shooting all cum the shop offered on my stomach. He didn't neglect to move, so his balls rubbing my clit almost gave me a convulsion.  It was the first time in my life I have come in the very same moment as my partner. He was such a caring one; seeing I was all in shivers and about to sob, he reached for a quilt and kept me close under it, kissing my wrists.

"What do you think about the size of my cock?"

Romantic moment was broken. Screw men and their cock issues, dammit.

"It's okay," I answered, breathless, but annoyed.

"Okay? Is that it?"

"It hurts me at the beginning, but later it's fine. On average, it gives an okay*."

We weren't face to face, so he couldn't see my badly hidden giggle. Off you go man, here is your lesson there are priorities before the penis' size.

"Hmm," he muttered. "Have you seen bigger ones? Have you seen the black guys?"

"Yes, I have. African students in my dorm, when they go to the shared shower in the corridor, they go naked and boned." I spoke the truth. I had second thoughts nevertheless. I didn't want Azem to feel bad. He was so nice for me, we were crazy about each other, why all this cock size conversation at all? I turned back to him. He seemed worried and lacking words.

"I adore your dick, because it is a part of *you*, and you are an exceptional person for me, I feel easy with you. I admire you for having a Masters as it's something for me yet to accomplish, for being funny and well-spoken, uhmm, for being sexy... I don't know what type of girls you have dated before me. I wouldn't go to bed with a 15 inch prick guy when he's a moron."

"True about the girls I was seeing before," he sighed and hugged me. "I think money was their priority, but I like to tell myself it was the size and maybe my looks that mattered the most."

I felt really sorry. I didn't know what to answer.

"Who said money didn't count? I'll charge you for destroying my two shirts and a thong," I tried to turn everything into a joke.

"Anyway, I was only to ask you how you would feel about anal sex, and then all this conversation happened; maybe it's good that I didn't ask..." Azem finished the topic, but in fact, he hoped I would continue.

"Yes, good that you didn't ask." I cut it short.

"What? Have you ever had it?"

I didn't know what to answer again, regarding the circumstances it happened in.

"Is it difficult to choose from "yes" and "no"?" Azem hushed me.

"I was raped. Please, don't ask me for details..."

"Awwwhhh...," he chortled.

The atmosphere got as thick as in the school toilet where it's filled with a cigarette smoke.

"Anyway, I must go to work. It's later than it was half an hour ago." I stood up and started to get dressed.

At work I couldn't sit in one place. I had problems to focus on writing a report. Anal sex wasn't something I considered bad itself; I knew about the women who could even achieve an orgasm this way, it was only all about my bad experiences from when I was younger. Then again, I considered myself open-minded enough and willing to try many things during my life. "I may like or dislike, but I should at least give it a go, and I don't know when is the next time I meet such a caring, experienced lover. I'm sure he stops when I chicken out. If we both like it, it will bring us closer together; who knows, maybe as close as a relationship?" I battled with my thoughts. Finally I headed to the nearest pharmacy for something appropriate and went earlier home by metro.

Home's decoration was a surprise for me - candles and roses everywhere. I was supposed to stay in the tennis hall for a few hours more, because the matches usually finish near midnight. This is why not all the details were prepared yet. With a heart prompted with love I rushed to the living room to sing out the clumsy morning should be forgotten and the night was going to be amazing. I saw Azem talking in Albanian on the phone.

"It's Muli," he whispered to me and gestured I should go to another room.

Not quite a greeting I expected, but at least nothing could prevent me from taking a long bubble bath and preparing myself for all I had planned. Wrapped in a white frotte towel I silently appeared at the door. They were still chatting. I decided to listen for a moment as I was curious if that language was similar to anything else. To my astonishment I didn't have problems understanding one of the words frequently used in the conversation, maybe because it was my own name. Azem disconnected as soon as he had noticed me.

"How was the work day, my little comedian?" He cooed. "I'll light the candles and bring the champagne, yes?"

"My today's report sucked," I grumbled. "But let's not move the work issues to the bedroom."

"You seem a little nervous. Did something happen? Is there anything you would like to tell me?" He tried to be sweet like a fudge.

I still stood at the door. What if things turn ugly?

"Ehh... I... found something..."

"What did you find? Where! In this house? Did you go to the police with it?" Azem jumped on straight legs as if someone poured a boiling water on his balls. And I have just said to not bring work related stuff to the bedroom...

"Uhmm, I bought something, I mean..."

"Oh..." *sigh of relief "What did you buy, baby? Come over, show me."

We both sat at the table. I handed him a KY Jelly tube.

"What is it?" he asked with anxiety.

"You are a porn movies director; you tell me."

"Well baby, it is... oh, come on, you know what it is!"

I blushed and sparkled my eyes at him with a nervous giggle.

"Are you sure you want it?"

It felt like he asked for my last wish before execution. I nodded. He picked me up, threw my towel away and bent me over his arm to carry me to bed. Wow, that was quick! Wasn't it too quick though for a special event in my life?

"How about these candles you promised to light?"

"Are you fifteen to bug me about such bullshits?" Azem rolled his eyes.

No, I wasn't fifteen. I only wished he was a little nicer. Nice things, however, came on me after a few seconds. Sweet kisses covered all my body, with special attention given to my greedy lips and hard breasts. (Yes, I was able to experience my own hard-on.) He was licking them, sucking, and finally biting. But he didn't bite to hurt me, it was more like he was so hungry for them. I shuddered.

"I should have done that way before," he admitted as he sank between my legs and spread them wide open.

I suspected what was going to happen, because oral sex is the sure way to provide me joy. Let's give credits to my lover; he knew what he was doing and in which order. He didn't get to my clit for starters, but touched my vulva with his fingers, and later sucked my labia. Then he put his tongue deep into my pussy, taking me by surprise to a loud "oh yes!" This is when he spotted my swollen little point. He used different pressure on it. A bit he pressed, a bit he tickled, but every second it felt great.

"Tell me when you love it," Azem muttered.

"I love it!" I screamed immediately.

"Not now, dummy!"

He made circles with his tongue on my clit as he wetted his fingers in me perfectly hitting at the G-spot.

"I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it.............." Azem slowly slid another hand's finger into my asshole. "I love it, I lo.... Oh God!"

Yes, I'm an atheist, but not very lucid in that direct moment. After he grinded it back and forth for a while I attempted to bounce around the bed and hit the sheets. He saw I came and jumped on the bed next to me. His smile was wide from ear to ear and he awaited compliments. I bit his lower lip, pushed by that insane buzzz hammering my brain.

"Is this how you pay me back for a good job? Speak to me"

"I... need you," I syllabified.

"Mmm, I bet you do... Tell me more," he teased.

"Please... Take me... now," I barely put one word to another.

"How much do you want me to do this?"

"Much... please."

"You aren't talkative," Azem noticed as he placed one of his fingers in my pussy and another in my asshole.

"Awww... No, I'm not."

"Just answer my question."

"I want you as much as you want me."

"Oh, this is impossible, you little liar."

Azem placed me half on my stomach and half on my side. He licked my ear with a hot, lusty tongue.
"It's not achievable for anyone to have such desire as I have for you at this moment," he whispered.

Low vibrations spread from my ears all over my body. I let out a yelp.

"I'll put two fingers into you and stretch you a little. It may hurt you at first, but I'll be tender. I want you to like it and not to get scared."

Two fingers inside my almost virgin hole felt good in fact. It was some new kind of feeling, not so easy to describe. It wasn't a normal womb rolling and stomach bumping. I think, my legs took the major impact. As strange as it sounds, I could feel the pleasure in my thighs! The next wave of heat hit straight inside my chest.

"So far, so good," I let him know.

"May I try with a dick?"

"Mhmm."

He reached our for a lubricant and smeared it inside of me as deep as he could get with a finger. The rest went on his cock. It was the second part of feeling good, but Azem realized the danger.

"Relax, baby. You cannot be so tense."

He moved the hair from my shoulders and massaged them slowly. He stroke my back. His hand wandered from my neck to my butt cheeks. Indeed, I relaxed. My pulse calmed down even though my arousal remained high. I felt he laid on me so our legs crossed. A cock's head slipped inside my back hole. Azem kissed my cheek.

"You are my wet dream, Natalia."

"Mhmm, you are mine, too..." I began to shake.

Words! This is what he wanted! His throbbing body hugged mine. Half of his penis bumped into me with one powerful thrust. No, it was too early for such abuse.

"Geez, it hurts!"

I hit the bed with an open hand. I stressed back in one second. Bad move; more words mean more power.

"This is how it feels at first; relax, please girl, relax," he explained not even trying to take it easier on me.

I couldn't relax when someone continued to pump my petite hole with a huge wooden table leg or something! I didn't break it only to make him happy. No, he didn't put the whole length inside, yet it was too much to handle. Azem spread my legs a bit more and kissed my ears again and again. I heated like a factory's machine. Drops of sweat ran down my forehead mingling with tears every push forced out of my eyes. He craved for my body. He squeezed, caressed or spanked any part of it within his reach. I straightened my hands and leaned on them. In a second I kneeled. He stooped behind me.

"You are a definition of motherfucking divine," Azem gasped as he pulled my hips against his boner. "Why didn't I meet you fifteen years ago?"

"Because I was only five back then, you perverted lunatic!" I choked on my own teardrops.

After a few minutes I learnt how to adjust to his rhythm, and, let's be honest, I enjoyed. The next thing to confuse me was the audible pop during cock removal. Azem laughed at my puzzled face.

"It means the fuck was fair," he explained. "But it doesn't mean it was finished. You ride me now and I watch your moons bounce."

He could follow the action live on the bed and in the mirror. Some men are "boob men", some are "ass men", but approximately 90% have a fetish for both and my Azem was not a rule confirming exception. I placed his dick in my ass as if I had practised forever.

"When I've heard Polish women were ambitious and learned quickly, I thought it was about science, but now it seems to apply for the anal as well," he praised me.

I watched myself in the mirror jumping up and down. It was fun, because his bent knees were my support. All I had to do was to hold on strong and make the circles or go as down on him as I wanted. The pace was my own. I knew the best things in bed are unexpected. Therefore, after a few shallow bounces I took one deep. Azem shouted and reached for my hips immediately to encourage me for these deeper moves. I slapped my boobies time and again.

"They can be your pillows," I noticed.

Suddenly he grabbed my hair so I lost the balance, and he turned me around.

"What the...?"

Before I finished my question with a common swearing, a jerking dick targeted his jism all over my face! I was lucky to close my eyes led by an instinct, because my eyelids received a fair share.

"Bummer," Azem whined when I removed my "beauty mask" with a paper towel. "I hoped to fit right on time to open your mouth and shoot down your throat. Then, I thought, you'd gag, collapse, and fall on your face."

"Some other time," I promised.

And I fell into his arms.

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She was so tight she made my loins ache. I wanted inside of her. The slutty little thing wore a shiny lick of a dress that reminded me of the black paint on my favorite ride. Now I wanted to ride her ass just like I ride my bikes, with a lot of speed. No brakes would be needed for that piece of tail; she wasn’t after safety. I could tell by the way all five-foot-nothing of her prowled the bar floor in those spiked stilettos. There was nothing passive or tentative about her. She had game, but...

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Zone Defense

Zone Defense, written as Gavin E. BlackChapter OneNathan Kent wasn't thrilled with the idea of completing his final year of college at a completely different institution from where he'd started, but the opportunity to join one of the top varsity football teams had been too much of a temptation to pass up.   The truth of the matter, Nathan was glad to have an excuse to move away. His last relationship had ended badly, and the thought of having to play a defensive position in conjunction with his...

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The Escort and the

My heart was pounding in a symphonic surge as I lingered in front of the hotel room door. I checked and rechecked the metal plate bolted to the rich, dark oak. Number 2412. Yes, this was definitely the right room. The hallway corridor was empty. The dimly lit sconces glowed invitingly along the richly textured walls. They had led the way from the elevator of the lushly swank boutique hotel, The Hazelton, just like beacon lights leading me towards the precipice of a decision I still wasn’t sure...

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The Sex Rehab Diaries Broo

“I’m Brooklyn, and… whatever… I guess I’m a sex addict.” I glared at the group of pathetic faces in the circle surrounding me. This is so fucking lame. Why did I sign up for this? It was bad enough that I’d had to endure public humiliation when the scandal broke, but being away from the city in this touchy feely rehab centre set my nerves more on edge than they did to soothe them, which I’m sure was their original intention. From the moment I’d checked into The Belleview Retreat for Sexual...

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Jennifers Eggnog

The first shot struck Jennifer under the chin. That one came from Lawrence. She was still yelping when Trent’s delivery took her full in the face, filling her mouth and blinding her in an explosion of thick white. She spat and wiped her eyes clear, then pursued her boyfriend, scooping snow as she ran. Trent taunted as he fled, but stumbled knee-deep in a drift. “Bastard!” She laughed as she pelted him, then pushed him over while he was still off-balance. He pulled her with him and they rolled...

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Lonely Housewife

She needed to have her senses challenged, to feel nature close to her; she didn’t want to hug-a-tree, she wanted the trees to hug her. Feeling more at home sitting on the wooden staircase than anywhere else, she observed the door that lead out into the front of the property. She stared, admiring the beauty of the oak grain, before raising her head to look up to the small window above the door frame. Before she arrived at her new home in a new state with her family, watching wispy clouds drift...

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Nights To Remember

I 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...

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1 year ago
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The Sex Rehab Diaries Kyli

“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...

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Shelbys Dirty Vacation

“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...

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Billion Dollar Booty Call

Chelsea 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...

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Bad Habits Need Hard Measur

For 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...

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Fade to Black

Aidan 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...

Reluctance
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Jailbait

It 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...

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Im Sorry Daddy

Kailee 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...

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Danis Dilemma

I 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...

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Caught in the Act

Anna 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...

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The Cabo Connection

Damon: 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...

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Totally Unacceptable

Dedication: 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...

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10 Items Or Less

Robyn 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...

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Bag of Lush all sorts

Anal “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...

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2 years ago
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Kinky Twisted College 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...

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Focused On Sex

Milena'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...

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Losing It

Mike,  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...

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Excerpts From My Inexperience T

This 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...

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The Sex Rehab Diaries Rach

“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...

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The Devils Harem The Curs

‘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...

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4 years ago
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Touching Myself

I 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...

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4 years ago
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The Midnight Walk

Something 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...

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2 years ago
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A rough night at work

Saturday 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...

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3 years ago
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Executive Toy

I 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...

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