Free Fiction Friday – November 20, 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.


Regular Afternoons; by Tray Ellis:


Phillip picked up his phone on the second trill. He didn’t recognize the number. “Hello?”

“Phil? It’s Christa, from three houses down?”

It took Phillip a moment to remember who she was.  Thin, young, light brown hair, married to a dweebish guy who drove off early in the morning and came back late at night. “Christa, hello.  What’s going on?”

“I was hoping I could ask you a really big favor?” She sounded breathless and stressed. “I’m stuck in traffic? There was some kind of accident?” Every sentence ended in an uplift of her tone so that it all sounded like a question.

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Lockdown, Part 7; by Grace R. Duncan:


It took all Gylam had not to moan and buck. He focused on breathing, his cock starting to harden already at the words. If that wasn’t enough, though, before Gylam could deal with that, another plug touched his ass. He took a breath and worked to relax himself, but couldn’t suppress the groan when he realized it was the big plug. It stretched him so much, he had to fight hard to breathe through it to get it in. By the time it settled into place, the pain in his cock was almost excruciating, he was so aroused and it was straining so hard to fill. Jackson tugged on the straps and a moment later, the plug was locked in place.

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3 – JUNE 13, 2015, EVENING

“On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.” ~ Chuck Palahniuk

Grif dressed stiffly, yanking his tight, skinny jeans up over his hips. A whisper on the still air of the condo brought his head up like a prairie dog. His head whipped right and then left as he strained to listen.

The only audible sound was the extremely loud ticking of the antique clock in the great room.

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