Erotic Friend Fiction – Page 4

Guttersnipe

We played the babes of the bowling alley last Tuesday night. Usually they bowl in pyjamas. Tonight was a normal clothing affair, though. Mid…

I may be a Secret Southerner. I was thinking about this the other day as I was drinking Dr. Pepper, eating Mac and Cheese,…

If you can’t out-bowl ‘em, out-drink ‘em. That was the motto of my first bowling league, which I will describe in the absence of…

God bless the Duke of Argyll! If the youth of today aren’t the most annoying creatures on the planet I’ll eat my finest Sunday…

The only thing better than true happiness is absolutely not giving a shit. This truth we, the nihilist association of something or other, hold…

Sometimes it feels strange to have another man’s ball in your hands. The weight might not be quite right or the holes could be…

Today I have a tale of minimal importance. No, that’s not right. There is no import to speak of here. Certainly not the beer.…

By the time you read this on Friday night, I should, hopefully, be somewhere on the East Coast. I do not know exactly where…

I was going to do this last week, but I ran out of time. Luckily, I had plenty of time last weekend to work…

On Sunday Gravy last week, we discussed, somewhat appropriately I suppose, the virtues of the curvy gal. Let me make one thing perfectly clear:…