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Collectively, the stories here at LushStories.com have all been viewed and rated by millions of surfers, and it is easy to see which stories are Top Rated by the general public (click the "Most Popular" tabs in any of the Categories, or on the front page).

Due to the sheer volume of submissions, sometimes stories do not stay on the front page for more than a few hours, and some absolute gems get lost in the crowd. Hence we've created this “Editors’ Picks” page, where we call out what we believe are some truly extraordinary pieces of writing. We may miss some too, but most of those that deserve higher praise will be listed here.

Each month our Editors pick those which we believe are exceptional. These stories will be easily recognised with an award next to the story itself, as well as in the Author's profile area, and of course listed in this section.

Congratulations to the authors of our story picks.

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Editor's Pick

Other People’s Stories

Other people’s lives are brighter than my own. Smart people tell me I shouldn’t think that way, but at least it explains why I scavenge in secondhand bookstores. Finger with care what someone has once read. Foxed pages, awkward inscriptions, a journey bookmarked by a bus ticket. In vintage clothes shops, I sparkle in cast-off dresses; their sheen of summer evenings in restaurants opened to...Read On

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Purr

He couldn’t get it out of his head: that thrum, that trill, that quiver.

Alex’s cell vibrated in his pocket and his cock hardened in simple-minded kneejerk Pavlovian response. He knew the vibration signaled a text, and he knew Evie had sent that text, which could mean only one thing.  Evie was back in town. Fuck. She said she’d be here this week. She had keys to his place. Not that she ever bothered to use them. It had to be her. He leaned forward in his...Read On

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Acting

I'm notorious for entering comps late, so this isn't too bad an effort

“I think of myself as an actor, first and foremost. That’s the real skill. Anyone can...” I pause for effect, watching her doe eyes widen. She’s young, sweet and innocent, but not stupid. I need to play it gently. “Can do what I do. The skill is in walking past everyone as though nothing has happened. Blending into the background.” “Goodness,” she says. “Have you ever...” She pulls a...Read On

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Going Higher

Sofia had to get back to the congressional hearing but everything was going wrong. She looked desperately at the camera in the journalist's hand. “Please delete them,” she said. “ Delete them?!” He frowned incredulously. “They're priceless! Sofia Jordan, the left’s notoriously outspoken congresswoman has a coke habit? This is gold!” Sofia gazed at him helplessly. They were facing each...Read On

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You Would Do Well To Listen

You would do well to listen. Hear her stories and I don't just mean the smallest details even though you should commit them to memory, take note of the electricity in her eyes, beautiful hues we have no true spectrum for, the change in her cadence and volume when she wants your eyes locked with hers, there is a beautiful unspoken power in that stare. Hear her because she isn't just telling...Read On

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My Fabulous True Life

Apologies to Jen, thanks to sprite for the name, and I'll never forgive Ping.

Okay, so I’m doing this because of a forum thread where some people said they want to see more true stories here on Lush. So alright. Since the true story of my entire life is just like a porn movie, I thought it was high time to CUM forward, so to speak and let all you horny bastards and trollops in on some of the true events of my enviably amazing life. I certainly don’t mean to make...Read On

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Attention Whore

As she walked out of the club, she stumbled a little. Not that she’d had much to drink, it was only for the benefit of those ranks of lurking cameras. She teetered down the steps in her sky-high heels, clinging to the rail, allowing one of her generous breasts to momentarily slide out of the low neckline of her top. After all, the papers always loved boob shots. As she stumbled into...Read On

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M.E.G.A.

With devious intent, the course of holiday celebrations are conspiring to change forever…

“I’m sooo fucking tired playing second fiddle to that fat asshole.” “I know, baby,” Jess patronizingly replied while filing her nails. “You’ve mentioned.” “Who the hell does he think he is?” “Well… he’s Santa Claus.” “Fuck Santa. Screw Saint Nick! I’m the motherfucking Easter Bunny,” EB raged while on yet another bourbon bender. “I bring people chocolate. I get people laid.” “You...Read On

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Series Award

Echo's Run 3

Echo studied her hair in the rearview mirror of Hawke’s truck. He hadn’t done too badly cutting it, and it hadn’t taken her long to add a few finishing touches with the scissors. The change was simple, yet drastic enough she barely recognized herself. A sense of exhilaration played at the edges of her nerves. In a long sleeved blouse and oversized shades, Trey could pass her on the sidewalk...Read On

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Prom Slut

There's nothing she wouldn't do for a vote

"You're disgusting," Jenna said as she watched Carly deep throat a banana in the lunchroom while making sure a group of 'Magic The Gathering' nerds watched at the other table. They were watching intently like it was the most magical thing they had ever seen, and maybe it was. Carly was now licking and stroking the banana completely unmoved by her friend's disgust. "Why are you trying...Read On

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How To Get On In The Movies

Sometimes you have to fight fire with fire

“Her tits aren’t very big, are they?” mused Cindy, watching the screen with amusement. “No wonder you left her for me.” “What’s the size of her tits got to do with it?” snapped Oliver. “People aren’t watching this because of her. It’s me they’re talking about. They’re already calling it “Oliver Burton’s notorious sex tape”. How dare she put it online like that.” “Don’t fuss, hun,”...Read On

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Notoriety At The Office

For Melissa, business comes second to exhibitionism.

Melissa looked sideways at her husband, Jonathan, before looking into the eyes of Alfred and Matt. The meeting was taking a nosedive and she could sense it. “Would you mind if my husband and I speak privately?” She motioned to the door as she turned sideways to stand. They left the room and carried on a somewhat one-sided conversation outside the office. The situation was reminiscent of...Read On

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Series Award

Echo's Run 2

“Echo,” he said. “It’s time to get started.” She had to blink a few times to get focused. Hawke was sitting on the bunk opposite hers in the trailer. He was leaning onto his elbows down on his knees, watching her face even though the cropped T she went to sleep in had ridden up over her left, candy tipped breast. She wasn’t even aware of it until he reached over and gingerly pulled the edge...Read On

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Series Award

Echo's Run 1

The machine streaked across the desert, screaming through bleak vistas of scorched earth where nothing lives without a little outside help. Joshua trees and desultory vultures. Fossils buried under the salt floor of ancient seas. She was hammering the gas, white knuckling the wheel until the screaming of the engine drowned out the screaming in her mind. She was riding inside a shot bullet,...Read On

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Home

It's that one song we both loved, I played it to you the night  we finally met face to face  and I was probably too nervous when trying to explain what it meant. To me it was the hum of your car  silently driving through some neon city, homesick for a place you've never been to, the longing for a touch when the nights are just starting to leave us with a phantom chill caressing skin. One...Read On

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Even the Dispossessed Gonna Fuck Like Angels Sometime

ain’t much good at the usual stuff daily stuff like shaking hands or saying hello can’t even hold your eyes through a whole conversation as if the weary hands that made me quit before they were finished just shoved me out here on the edge of the cosmos all these rough edges that never got shaved off but tonight this hunger lives inside me the way the...Read On

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End of the Masquerade

In late Elizabethan England, the poet John Donne is poised to make a life-changing choice...

He thought he’d be in love before, but he was quite wrong. He knew that now. Donne leant against a stone pillar in the shadows of the Great Hall, glass of wine in hand, apparently laconically surveying the elaborately masked dancers in their extravagant costumes moving in the bright candlelight. Abutting the palace of Whitehall, the grand riverside mansion, York House, was en fete...Read On

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Capable

I stand at the vanity, hands on each side of the sink, willing my jellied nerves to turn to steel. I shouldn’t be this nervous. I know the person on the other side of this door. My mind glosses over the first time I saw Isaac, tall and handsome and so clearly out of my league. One year later and I’m still unconvinced why he chose me. He’s everything I’m not; fearless, gorgeous,...Read On

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Monster

Everybody said it was my mother threw acid on my face because I was born freak ugly from the start. But it was never her. It was one of her junkie boyfriends she had back then. The one called himself Uncle Danny. I was already six and not a baby anymore. And it wasn’t acid. It was cooking oil. The scars are from wet burns, not chemicals. Everybody just talks a lot of shit because everybody’s...Read On

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Royal Crush

How the girl next door fell for the future queen.

The one thing more potent than her zesty juices that rained over my face to soak my dirty blonde locks, was the way she cussed. There was something about the manner in which Minty swore that turned me on. When driven by desire alone, there was no pretence. No aristocratic role to fulfil. Nobody to impress except me, grinding her perfectly smooth, wet sex against my mouth as if pleasure was...Read On

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West Coast Games - Part Three: The Fireworks

The Fourth of July beach party ignites unexpected fireworks in this explosive finale.

Life with Roxy was like a roller coaster that both thrilled and chilled. Sometimes your stomach gets queasy with the whole thing and you swear you’ll never get on again. Then before you know it, you find yourself lining up for another ride, like the adrenaline junkie you really are. The kind of relationships that make you sweat, in both good and bad ways, can become a lot like this over...Read On

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West Coast Games - Part Two: The Free Fall

Head games and jealousies awaken darker sexual elements in Leo and Roxy's relationship.

I’ve always thought relationships are a lot like seasons. They have their hot spells and eventual decline of life until things freeze over completely. Part of me was expecting that, even with Roxy. It had been the blueprint for all my past affairs. But it was nearing Christmas and I was still wrapped up in that candy cunt of hers. I felt green and boyish around her, convincing myself that...Read On

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Peaches

It’s a different kind of moment...

It is a record-breaking 37ºC. The windows are open and the shades are shut. All we can do is sit and bear it till the heat breaks.  I lay on the floor taking in the small fan that’s working overtime. The spinning blades of the other fans catch the sun as it sneaks through the cracks of the blinds. Lifting my hand to the haze, I feel its heat as my fingers walk through the swirling...Read On

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Series Award

West Coast Games - Part One: The Beach

Leo falls for an irresistible surfer girl on a sun-soaked beach in Malibu.

She was an enigma on the Pacific Coast Highway, a she-devil as I would later learn, but springtime in California evoked a lazy naiveté in me. The golden coast was full of the promise of summer love affairs and casual encounters. There are the mind-fucks too, but nobody is thinking about the pitfalls and risks while watching the swish of a short skirt over tanned thighs and the smiles that...Read On

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Job Well Done

Gina gives her team a party, and they show how partying is really done!

"Hey, boss," Lance interrupted as she watched her group mingling and celebrating. "Just wanted to say thanks, for all this." 'Boss' was how they all addressed her, even Lance, although she knew they referred to her as Gina behind her back. She didn’t like 'Ms. Thornton' because it irritated her, a constant reminder her of her failed marriage and the fact that she'd been alone these fifteen...Read On

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An Unexpected Desire

A young woman's lackluster sex life is changed unexpectedly.

Steffani thrashed in her bed, and sweat littered her brow as she slept fitfully. The rain pounded the roof of her home, and her body tossed and turned in rest that was not restful at all. “Honey.” She heard his voice but couldn’t reach him. Her naked body responded to his touch, the feel of his hard yet gentle hands as they roamed along the curve of her breast felt sublime. Even in her...Read On

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Shelby's Dirty Vacation

Shelby's slutty tendencies land her the kind of fun she was hoping for - and then some.

“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...Read On

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March Moon

The sky stretched around them in a sheet of black midnight, the dim light from the half moon casting dull shadows that stretched longer as the hours passed. Rhia had been monitoring the hours by watching a cactus a few feet away, the night time shadow lengthening as time dragged. The crunch of the gravel behind her, and then the sound of one last, long inhale told her that Dean had finished...Read On

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Beating the Skin

Everyone on the island called her Sìneadh, though it was not the name she was born with. In the Gaelic, sìneadh means to lengthen, and the boys called her that because she was tall before them. Also, it was said, because her mind was up there in the clouds. The name stuck, by way of familiarity more than teasing. That she was still there to be called Sìneadh surprised everyone. She had...Read On

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The Silverest Lining

Violet could never sleep on planes. She watched anxiously as her fellow passengers filed onto the Austrian Airlines plane to Vienna, hoping that the seat beside her would remain vacant because maybe with the extra space, sleep would come easier. There was something very infuriating about seeing every other person fall into blissful slumber while she sat upright, wide-awake and exhausted. But...Read On