It's the summer of 1988. I've been invited to spend a week at the beach with my friend, Mike, his sister Shaina, and his mother, Suzanne. It's a really cool experience, the first time I've gone on vacation with someone else's family. My friend's sister al...
This story is about masturbating with several types of vacuums. People say this can be dangerous. I guess I’ve been lucky. I’m a male about fifty-seven years old. I work an opposite shift than my wife; she works days, I work nights. During the day, I...
She was at home and a little frustrated, since the house needed cleaning, but she didn't really feel like doing it. As she walked through the lounge to fetch the vacuum cleaner, she stooped to pick up some cushions that had found their way to the floor th...
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.You are the sunshine that lights up my soul. I need your light and warmth to grow. I crave your arms around me like A sexy poor servant girl needs a strong cloak...
HER THINKING I was feeling very naughty after all that wine and he was looking very hot in just his jeans and t-shirt, muscles showing through the white fabric and bulges in all the right places under his jeans. I knew he was up for some games and as he l...
