Free Fiction Friday – April 24, 2015


Welcome to Free Fiction Friday. Each week we will provide you will free stories from many different authors. Check in with us each week as not all authors will post each week and new authors will be joining us as we grow.

Here is a list of all the authors posting free fiction this week, along with a brief snippet from their latest free work. Click the link after the snippet to be taken to the complete story on the author’s home page. Remember to follow the site to be notified when we post the latest updates.



The Time Traveler’s Husband – Part 6; by Lily G. Blunt:

Edward: Finally.

Jasper: Finally, Edward and I meet in my world. My real life, if such a thing exists.

I’m not sure why we’ve not met sooner. Perhaps it was never meant to be until now.

I’m stacking the shelves in the library where I work. He approaches me and smiles. For some reason, I feel shy as he steps up close to me. Totally ignoring our surroundings, his cool fingers stroke over my flushed cheeks, bringing soothing relief to the sudden heat. He brushes his thumb along my bottom lip and I open my mouth for him. I suck his thumb in and he lets out a faint whimper. “At last, Jasper,” he says, his eyes fluttering closed.

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Beautiful boy – Dark Fantasy, Part 2; by Grace R. Duncan:

I was right. It took him four to arrange things the way he wanted it. By the time I was approaching the evening we were to do this, my balls were so full, I wanted to scream. I was pretty sure they really were swollen—whether that was physiologically possible or not, I didn’t care.

He’d edged me over and over again nightly, fucked me often, and had tasks for me during the day at work that kept me perpetually horny. Usually I thought about him some during the day, had tasks to do now and again at work, yes. But not nearly like this.

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In Love With Capsicum: Part II; by Tray Ellis:

“Go ahead and pour in the milk,” Mike said.

Carl tipped the measuring cup and the milk spilled out into the saucepot on the stove.

Mike reached over and turned the knob. “Medium heat,” he said. “Which is always a mystery.  What is medium exactly? Low and high are obvious, but medium heat could be anything in between.”

Carl rinsed the measuring cup and set it aside. “I always thought it was five.  Right in the middle of one and ten.”

“That’s very mathematical of you.” Mike said and adjusted the knob.

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Burchester Tales: Part 11 – Ailsby Place; by H. Lewis-Foster:

As he stood outside Davy’s front door, Gus’s mind drifted back to the first time he’d stood here in Ailsby Place a little less than a year ago. It may have been one of the Maynard family’s smaller properties, but Gus had been blown away by its grandeur. He’d hardly dared ascend the Georgian stone steps to the townhouse’s imposing black door, and he’d been terrified of getting fingermarks on the perfectly polished doorknocker in the grisly guise of a lion’s head.

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