LittleLexiLush, Author at NSFW story

The Work Closet (MF)

So I’ve not shared a story in awhile, so thought I’d share one of my own.

Kam and I had been flirting for awhile at work and the more I spoke with him, the more I started to like him…

He had dark, short curls and hungry brown eyes and we used to joke all the time on how I’d show him what a real good time was.

One day, I got to work a bit early and the offices were completely empty. Except for Kam who had also happened to get there early too.

Now, I hadn’t slept with someone in about a month which is torture for a hypersexual being like myself, so I sat on his desk and said hi. Knowing exactly what I was going to do with him today.

He looked up at me and smiled, a bit flat flaced today.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“Well… I got in here early because I’m behind on a project. If I don’t get it finished before 12 today I’m pretty sure I’ll be in the bosses bad books.”

I grinned at him. Read more »

The party boat (MF)

I sat sipping champagne from a flute, watching everyone enjoy themselves. Quite honestly I’d never been on a boat before… Nevermind a party and I was feeling a little intimidated.

Everyone was dancing underneath the swinging colourful lights and grinding to the music, I sat on the top deck overlooking them all, feeling way too out of place.

I shuffled my red, glitter cocktail dress and turned my attention to the waves themselves, rippling calmly and casting a reflection from the stars. All of a sudden, I felt someone put their hand against my waist.

“Beautiful isn’t it?” A dark, rubbling voice said.

I turned and had to hold back a gasp, he was beautiful. He had dark, swished back hair and heavy eyes that were almost as dark as the sky. He was dressed in a shirt that was rolled up, exposing his muscled forearms and his trousers were fitted to show his bulge.

Nodding, I cast my attention back to the waves, trying hard not to go red.

“You have gorgeous hair… Is it dyed?” he asked, flitting his hand to my hair and gently twisting a strand around his finger. Read more »

An unexpected prisoner – neighbours [FMF] [Threesome]

I laid in bed, sighing and rubbing one out. It had now been over two months since I had sex and trust me, for a red-blooded man that usually thrived in the nightlife in the city I was beginning TO LOSE MY MIND.

It felt like everyday was the same. Wake up. Masturbate. Eat. Masturbate. Work. Masturbate. Go to bed. Masturbate.

Like what kind of life is this for someone who sticks it to girls every weekend in an ordinary setting? I groaned slightly as the door knocked. I wasn’t even close to finishing, who the fuck would interrupt me this early?

Gorggily, I pulled on some boxers and headed downstairs. Opening the door, it was my neighbour Julie with her friend Cassie.

“Hi Tom… We didn’t, um… Wake you did we?” Julie said, her blue eyes running across my chest to my boxers.

Julie and Cassie were pretty enough girls. Probably about an eight at least. Julie was blonde with a nice rack and Cassie was a red head, stick thin but a few curves here and there.

“Whatever, what do you want Julie…?” I asked, bored.

The girls looked at each other and smiled. Read more »

The Bridge – TRIGGER SUICIDAL IDEATION – MF, public sex, anal

I closed my eyes, ready to jump and end it all, looking down to the murky depths below. It was night and the stars were pouring into the waters, making them almost shimmer and look enticing. I shook as I stood on the ledge, the cold air making my nipples crudely erect against my dress and making it rise up slightly. My brown curls flittered slightly in the wind as well.

Taking a step forward, I took a deep breath, but a hand caught my icy fingers and pulled me down. I turned around, eyes wide and afraid at who may be lurking. My cold, ivory gaze was met with big blue eyes staring back at me.

“I’ve lost everything. I don’t care.” I said, trying to scramble back on to the ledge. But the tall, handsome man didn’t care. He simply held my arm so tightly I couldn’t move.

“It would be a shame to move on without a moment of ecstasy…” His voice dripped like honey and his hand trialed down my exposed arm, leaving a trail of heat. He hands were rough but warm. Read more »

The Bathtub [Non-consensual] [MF] [Fiction]

Joseline was laid in the bath, sipping a glass of champagne. She sighed and stretched, her breasts raising slightly above the water as she did so. Bubbles swam across her perfect 34C chest and slid across her penny sized nipples, joining the remaining bubbles in the tub.

She sipped another bit of champagne and felt like she was walking on air. It was her third glass tonight and she could feel the giddy sensation reach her head.

The door of her apartment suddenly slammed shut. Oh dear. She knew what that meant. She ignored the grunts and annoyed stomps of her roommate Tom and continued to sip the champagne, turning on some music to drown out the angry stomps that seemed to shake the apartment.

Suddenly the bathroom door slammed open.

“Tom! What are you doing!?”

Tom’s eyes were wild and bloodshot. His tie was hanging around his white shirt collar, the top few buttons leaving his chest exposed and showing a curl of brown chest hair tumbling out. His belt was also undone, with the top button of his trousers exposing the outline of his Calvin’s. Read more »

The Jacuzzi (F25 Jess) (F23 Elaine) (F22 Shelly) (Threesome) (Lesbian)

“Elaine! It’s here!” I called, running out to accept the package. I shared a house with my best friends, Elaine and Shelly. We’d finally – FINALLY – saved up enough money for a jacuzzi to go in the back garden.

“Christ it’s heavy. Get Shelly out here!” Both of them came scuttling out of the front door. We managed to all lift it together and carry it round the back to the garden.

“You’re up Shell.” I said, skipping off. She rolled her blue eyes and pulled on one of my pigtails.

“Um. No! We’re all setting this up. Go get the toolkit. We’re getting this baby up and running by tonight.”

*

Six hours later, we were all exhausted. Why the hell did they put Swedish instructions only!

We managed to set it up in the back garden though, at some point Elaine had dashed inside to pick up some fairylights and a pair of ladders, so the roof just outside was adorned with cute twinkling lights. It almost seemed to make the sky shine just a little bit brighter. Read more »

Mousy Jessie [F23] [Phone Sex] [Masturbation]

Jessie was sat at her desk, exhausted from the long day she had. She worked a boring customer service job, answering phones all day about ridiculous questions. Often she’d get many people sneer at her down the phone with products they ordered, complaining that it wasn’t exactly like the description, that it was an hour later than expected, that she needed to do better with her life.

She had been working in customer services for the last four years and eventually the comments and ridiculous things people would say to her over the phone began to affect her. She was a pretty little thing, although she never quite felt it. She had brown plaited hair that went to her shoulder blades, bright cat-like green eyes and her curvy 34D breasts matched the curve of her behind. At 23, her life could be at lot worse.

One day, she was on the phones.

“Good morning, thanks for calling Ash Beauty Designs, how can I help?”

“Are you Jessie?” the man’s voice was dark and gruff, yet with an air of authority. She shuffled in her desk chair, he had quite a charming voice – even if that sounded a little rude. Read more »

Home Alone [F23] [M24] [M26]

I rubbed my eyes as I dazily checked the time. Shit it was already the afternoon. Hurriedly, i went to the kitchen stepping over Mike – On the floor with his shirt off, his blonde hair a mess and drooling on the floor – and poured a cup of coffee.

Slowly I began to piece together Sunday night. Joseph had come over with Mike, wanting to celebrate their first product launch with me. Sweet really, when you thought about it. After that it was a haze of all my stocked up vodka from Christmas being chugged.

My head was aching as I made another two cups and kicked Mike. He groaned as I set a cup next to him and went to look at Joseph in the next room, sprawled on my sofa. His brown curls were tight and he was also shirtless. When did they take off their shirts?

I put a cup next to Joseph and then suddenly couldn’t help but let my eyes travel down his chest. He wasn’t wearing his jeans either, he was just in his boxers. Read more »

Bedhead

[Lesbian] [F24] [F25]

I’d stopped over at my mate Jessie’s one night. I came over, heartbroken that Sam had broken up with me. She rolled her eyes and let me in to stop the night.

Jessie had a great place, her bedroom had a huge king size bed and she always had a spare pair of PJs she’d let me borrow. We’d spent the night watching TV and eating tubs of ice cream and drinking wine.

She then told me that Callie had broken up with her. We both sighed, wondering why we had such harsh luck with love. I was 24, slim with red curls, nice hips and a great chest (if I do say so myself) and had a great job in marketing. Maybe men were intimidated by that?

Jessie said the opposite – she was quite literally a starving artist and girls seemed to run in the other direction. A lesbian, gorgeous with long black hair, always in a bun and with tattoos running up and down her arms, everyone was drawn to her but when they heard her profession they often went dashing in the other direction.

What a pair we were. Read more »

The Secretary

[MF] [Hotel]

Everytime I walked past the office, I’d see him. He’d be sat there with a dangerous smirk playing on his lips and he’d wink at me, before directing me to the right room to go too.

As always I flushed bright red and would have a red blush creeping up my neck and cheeks by the time I sat in the office and helped the boss for the day. Working as a PA was awful work, but his seductive grin seemed to make it fly by just a little faster.

One day he was leaning against the glass of the office outside smoking a cigarette as I was leaving. As I opened the door, he grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him. Breathless, I didn’t even know what to say. He pulled a card from his pocket and slid it into the tiny space between the notebook I was holding and my 34D chest. He then let go and grinned, flicking his cigarette and strolling inside.

Shiner Hotel
Room 67
8pm