What a Picture.
Mark decided to go to the cinema, he didn’t go often. He went on a Monday afternoon when it was quiet. He liked going places when it was quiet. He sat in the front row, despite what so many people had told him about how it’s bad for your neck, and you don’t get a good view. The way he saw it was, the closer you got to the screen, the better view you had; a bit of neck ache was not a problem. So he thought he was pretty much on his own. There was an elderly couple sitting at the back near the entrance, probably for access purposes, and there were a couple of girls sitting over on the far right of the room, virtually out of sight, but not earshot; teenage girls are rarely quiet… Continue reading
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Steve was a guitar player in a local band and considered himself a guitar hero. He was only twenty years old and had a lot of ups and downs to face during his unsuccessful musical career before realising that he would marry and settle down with children, and a good steady job. But he would always have memories of crazy nights had with his mates, the other members of the band… Continue reading
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
PlayGirl and New Erotic Fiction bring you the very lovely Cody. I don’t know what his last name is and it doesn’t really matter anyway does it? If you like toy boys then this is the guy for you (if you’re older than he is that is!)
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Here’s another lovely picture of the gorgeous Cody. I think if i was a woman i’d certainly want to rip off his clothes and dive on his lovely cock. If you go along to PlayGirl then you’ll get to see some more free pictures to go with the free sex stories you get on this site.
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
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
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
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