Evenly Erotic: Short Erotic Stories By Nick Armbrister
Evenly Erotic: Short Erotic Stories
By Nick Armbrister
https://www.scribd.com/book/273414851/Evenly-Erotic-Short-Erotic-Stories
Featuring four short erotic stories: No More Mr Frog Man about two friends who become a little too close. Will they ruin their close friendship by their desires for one another? Down in the Woods features an adult film shoot with a difference. When a problem arises, will there be any action? Multi cultural, multi action, strangely funny. Safe as Houses promotes safe sex and the use of condoms, with action in a quiet pub between the bar girl and a customer and more. Moving East is the story of a rough and ready guy who searches for a better life. He certainly has fun! Cross dressing, sex, beer and more in this mad romp by the seaside.
The law of averages has got to be with me this time, third time lucky they say! Meeak grinned, plonking her shapely arse upon the table. For a few seconds she looked down to the remaining bowl, studying it for any sign of bad taste or stupid ingredients. She saw none. It’s now or never! One mouthful educated her upon what type porridge this was; it was just right! Greedily she ate more, enjoying the sugar and perfect temperature. A drop of porridge fell onto her light blue summer dress. Distracted she put the bowl down and wiped it off with her hand, then licked it. Lovely! But that porridge has made me all tired. Oh, I must lie down. Where are the beds? This house has only one room. Tiredly getting up, Meeak walked round the small room, not seeing any beds or sleeping area. Frowning at the strangeness of this, she spotted a round handle on the floor along with a faint outline of a trapdoor. I wonder... Kneeling down she took the black iron handle in one hand and turned it. With a screeching noise it moved. Struggling to lift the door Meeak was sure this was where the beds were. The door moved a few inches; it was too heavy for her to open kneeling down. She moved and stood up. Holding the ring she grunted and used her strength, very slowly she managed to open the large wooden door. When it was fully open she descended down steps carved into the very rock of the ground. Above her, the door slowly closed. Underground it wasn’t dark like the main room because a single large candle lit the scene.
The pub she worked in was called The Manor and was situated on a hill overlooking the small town below, down the winding road. Dark bleak moorland surrounded the pub on three sides. Even in summer it was a miserable forsaken place, with stunning scenery. One had to admit that. Views stretched for miles over the town and onto the flat plain below that led to Manchester and other adjoining big towns, ten miles distant. None of this mattered now to Tanya, she wanted something to do. But what? I’ve got to stay alert and on the ball, in case the boss turns up checking up on me or a customer comes in. Small chance of that! Outside, a wind blew around the building, whistling round the brickwork and rattling the windows. A usual occurrence, being twelve hundred feet up on a hill led to the worst weather. Tanya left the bar and closed the main door; it was inviting but let a cold draft in. People would know the pub was open, the welcome sign was lit up and the curtains open. A sure image of hospitality and warmth, backed up by Tanya herself. Through the door window she caught a glimpse of the view below and smiled, thinking, Down there people like me are getting it on having sex, drinking coffee while reading a raunchy magazine and having fun, not bored like me!
He nodded and gently pushed her backwards onto the sofa.
“Kiss me then,” she whispered, emotions catching her breath.
He did so, starting on her belly. It was toned with a pierced navel, a light green stone in a stainless steel ring. His tongue flicked over this, probing into her belly button. This brought a giggle from the girl, was she ticklish? Now kissing Tanya’s stomach, he moved up below her tits and worked around them. His hands moved to the bra, he felt her breasts through the red material. And kissed the fabric and what flesh was showing. Reaching the clasp he flicked it open and both massive titties were released, out of the £200 bra! Freedom.
“Suck my nips,” instructed Tanya.
“Yes my dear.”
Crouching down on top of Tanya, who was lying on the green sofa, Peter kissed her tits and sucked her big nipples; both were erect and asking for it. One at a time, he put a kiss on them, finally sucking them. His tongue tickled the end, working down the length to the aureole and back again. With a nibble, not too hard, he bit down and waited to see what she would do. She slapped his back! Not hard but with a firm presence. She could have punched me hard! Tanya has a lot of strength behind her.
“Don’t stop, I like that. Bite my other nipple,” urged the topless girl.
“Oh babe,” replied Peter, doing as told. Lovely tits, with huge nips!
For fifteen minutes he kissed, sucked and caressed her tits. Then moved up to her shoulders, working to her neck; this made Tanya groan and wriggle in ecstasy. She definitely loved it. Finally kissing her on her lips again, she returned a hungry kiss.
