Graham and Chelsea went for walks often. They had been together for around eight or nine years and they found that going out for walks at the weekend was the only way they could really become sexually stimulated. They would screw each other outdoors wherever they went. Chelsea had been the instigator of it all, Graham was quite happy to sit in front of the T.V and watch other people do it instead. On this particular, eventful day they had decided on the local woodland walk shag, one they had done many times before… Continue reading
A Fresh Look at an Old Friend.
Guy had a friend called Annabelle who had a girlfriend called Sandy. Annabelle and Sandy did a lot together. This wasn’t just shopping and watching Eastenders together either. Annabelle and Sandy liked to “get it on” as Guy like to refer to it, and he was always winding her up about it.
“So Belle, when am I going to meet Sandy?” asked Guy when they met in the coffee shop.
“I’m not letting you at her, are you mad?” laughed Annabelle, waving her hand dismissively at him.
Guy and Annabelle had “got it on” once before, but it was equally dissatisfying for both of them. They were drunk at the time, Guy couldn’t get it up properly and Annabelle passed out anyway. Their friendship had been building towards it for years, but now they had experienced each other in that way, they were no longer interested. One thing they both came to discover was that sex certainly did get in the way of a beautiful friendship; since their drunken fumbles they had both agreed never to go there again… Continue reading
Four’s a Crowd?
They finally emerged from the noisy club, onto the street. “So where do you live?” asked Steve.
“I didn’t plan on going to my place,” she replied, giggling. “Besides, I have to meet my friends first and walk them home. You have to come with me. It wouldn’t be very chivalrous to leave a young maiden such as I walking the streets on her own would it?”
“Just where are your friends?” asked Steve resignedly.
“Around the corner in The Crown,” she looked him up and down. “I said I’d meet them.” Continue reading
Here’s another free new erotic fiction piece for you fans out there. This one has some lesbian action and some threesome action in it. I hope you enjoy yourself.
Front of the Class.
David Smith was a university lecturer. He was good at his job and he was professional at all times. His specialism was 18th century literature, but because demand was low he also taught Victorian literature on the English degree; he didn’t seem to mind, and he like them both equally. On one particular sunny afternoon, when everyone would have rather been outside, he was teaching his third year degree students an 18th century novel by Henry Fielding. It was a comedy, road trip novel about a young man who travels with a clergyman. It was called Joseph Andrews. Under half of his class had actually read the novel. They never gave it a chance really, 18th century literature, mainly because they couldn’t get “into” it apparently. They would however listen with interest to readings of John Cleland’s Fanny Hill, but this was for the sexual content… Continue reading