New Erotic Fiction Presents – Woodland Walk

Woodland Walk

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

New Erotic Fiction Presents – The Best Man

The Best Man

Rob was always the best man and never the groom.  He was ruggedly good looking, fit as a fiddle, and very popular.  Rob was also a player, he couldn’t settle down if someone paid him a salary to.  There were too many women in his opinion.  Too many to have fun with.  Too many to screw.  And too many that wanted to tie him down.  There was no way on earth he was going to let that happen… Continue reading

New Erotic Fiction Presents – A Fresh Look at an Old Friend

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

New Erotic Fiction Presents – Wash and Blow Job

Wash and Blow Job.

Tim needed a haircut.  Tim needed a lot of things, but at the moment his wife had decided that he needed a haircut.  His wife decided lots of things.  His wife had decided that Tim should have a vasectomy, just as easily as she had decided that he would not go out on his mate’s stag night this evening, and that he is going to grout the bathroom when his hair had been cut; in a salon of her choosing, that she had booked on his behalf.  His wife stopped him going to the smoky old barber shop in town because the men talked about women all the time and what they would do with them given the chance.  Not only that, there were pornographic magazines in the barber shop.  Of course, by pornography she meant those national papers that printed pictures of naked women.  Basically, anything that could potentially give Tim a hard on was banned.  What her problem was with Tim getting a stiffy was unknown.  Maybe she was put on earth to torture him.  But whatever the case, she certainly didn’t oblige him herself… Continue reading

New Erotic Fiction Presents – Hyde in the Bushes

 

Hyde in the Bushes

Joshua Spencer was walking home from work around eight o’clock.  He didn’t usually work this late, and he was mildly annoyed because it was getting dark.  On any ordinary day Joshua was a mild sort of man, and he was pretty void of significant features, or even strong personality traits.  He got out of bed every day, kissed his wife and children, and went to work; except on Saturdays when he played golf, and Sundays when he took the children out.  But this was not an ordinary day.  Joshua’s temper was becoming worse with every step.

  “Why the hell can’t they do it themselves?” he mumbled under his breath as he quickened his pace, “bloody wankers, the lot of them!”  He passed several other pedestrians as he was mumbling to himself, some of them he had met him many times before, but now they looked concerned to see him in such a foul mood.  They gave him a wide berth, neglecting their usual evening salutations.  Joshua did not raise his head.

   The route looked different at this time in the evening, and Joshua felt a slight unease as darkness started to descend on his already darkening mood.  It was almost as though the darkness seeped into his head as it fell down over the rooftops on either side of the street.  He watched resignedly as the last feint line of sunlight on the pavement disappeared.  He sat on a nearby park bench to catch his breath; he had been walking much faster than usual.  He felt irritable.

   Joshua was indeed a modern day Henry Jekyll, always trying too hard to conceal his true feelings, wearing an unusually conservative appearance at all times; even at home.  His life obliged him to conceal his real pleasures, and this caused an extreme duplicity of emotions.  It was only in moods such as the one he had worked himself into on this particular evening, that he could remove his disguise and submit to his more “imperious desires”… Continue reading

New Erotic Fiction Presents – Going for a Thong

My apologies for not posting on New Erotic Fiction for a while, i have been rather busy with my adult content writing service.  Now i intend to get back to the matter in hand and write more stories when i can.  In the meantime here is the very first erotic story i wrote; this was published by Forum Magazine (UK) back in 2008!

Going for a Thong

The clinic was as busy as ever.  There were women all over the place, and hardly any men; men didn‘t seem to take the same interest as they did a few years ago.  The toilets were full and the queue of huge women outside them seemed never ending.  Janice sighed, squeezed her husband’s hand, and joined the back of the line.  She was visibly desperate, to the point of rocking from one foot to the other.  Her husband looked for his seat… Continue reading

New Erotic Fiction Presents – Transport Jenny

Transport Jenny.

Brian was a long distance trucker.  A huge giant of a man who loved: football, beer, cars, transport cafes and women; in particular waitresses, just like any other trucker in the world.  He was a married man, but sadly his sexual relationship with his wife was over.  This wasn’t his choice.  She told him that she was no longer interested, that they were both getting too old because of their approaching retirement.  She said she would much rather watch the TV or play bridge with her friend Margaret.  This didn’t frustrate Brian too much because he was constantly trawling across Europe, necessitating many nights away from home.  He often reasoned to himself that if he wasn’t there, he couldn’t miss it. Continue reading

New Erotic Fiction Presents – The Library Assistant

The Library Assistant.

It was 9.00PM and Dean carried his heavy bag into the library.  His latest paper had cost him three solid nights without sleep, but he made the deadline; just.  Now all he wanted was to unload these books and sleep, he was beginning to understand how a mule felt.  He pushed his way through the security barriers and, as usual they smacked him in the balls on his way through…  Continue reading

New Erotic Fiction Presents – Need a Lift?

Need a Lift?

Dan drove to work every morning, six mornings a week.  He knew he should walk because he only worked on the other side of town, and particularly so because of the planet and all, but he was just too knackered.  He worked thirteen hour days most of the time and to walk to work would add an extra half an hour at the beginning and end of each day.  He blamed the buses so he didn’t look too environmentally unfriendly.  He said they should be more frequent and cheaper, “then everyone would ride on them,” he would say.  Who was he kidding, he knew the same as everyone else, that people had become too selfish and insular to give up their last bastion of solace – the car!  His car wasn’t too unfriendly though, it was one of those little ones that looked the same as every other car of its size on the road these days, regardless of make or model; individuality and motoring were certainly no longer related… Continue reading

New Erotic Fiction Presents – The Egg Man

The Egg Man

Sandra had an egg man.  He was the guy who came around every other Wednesday with fresh farm eggs, potatoes, and various other stuff that was still covered in shit.  When she thought about it this way her cynicism often reminded her that this produce could have just been covered in dirt and shipped out as fresh, free range.  But then she usually decided that anyone who was prepared to take the time to make things like this look dirty was probably putting their twisted little minds to better use elsewhere. Continue reading