In our adult humor (“humour” for the British) section, you’ll find funny, sexy, saucy stories, meant to raise a smile.
To merge the libidinous with the laughable is perhaps the most difficult style of erotica to write, yet many lush stories writers rise to the challenge.
In a Hole in an Arse there lived a Fockit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet Hole, filled with the ends of turds and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy Hole with nothing about it worth eating or slobbering at: it was a Fockit Hole, and that means comfort. Th...
Dr. Gregory Louse stood in front of his white board, and gestured with his cane. "We have a new and inexplicable patient-of-the-week, people. What are the symptoms?" he demanded of his assembled team of diagnosticians. "Overactive libido and uncontrollabl...
In a Hole in an Arse there lived a Fockit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet Hole, filled with the ends of turds and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy Hole with nothing about it worth eating or slobbering at: it was a Fockit Hole, and that means comfort. Th...
Henry Exeter 5410 Montana Avenue Everheart, ND Dear Everheart Grourmet Subscriber: Welcome to my latest installment of the Everheart Gourmet Newsletter in which I inform the residents of Everheart of the ever-changing culinary offerings here in our fine c...
Dear Agony Aunt Claire, Something has happened in my life that troubles me. I am a recently retired man who has been happily married to my wife for more years than I would care to remember. We still have a sex life, though over the years it has dwindled t...
There was a clatter on the floor. Flora looked behind her in frustration. The old guy who was trying to fuck her was fumbling around distractedly because his false teeth had fallen out and tumbled to the floor. Flora sighed vocally. She got paid well for...
Julia had big breasts. She had melons, bazongas, and just plain big big ones. And she was so tired of it all. For today, she was the object of yet another fight between two guys over which one she supposedly "belonged" to. At this point, there were two bl...
Makennah took a sharp breath and sized up Jane’s appearance before replying. Jane herself looked like she’d just gotten done with a shower after sex, especially as she too, appeared to be a guest of The Sleepy Inn. “Who am I doing?” Makennah finally said,...
It was the best of times; it was the worst of times. It was hosting my first Christmas Eve television spectacular; it was my rellies’ Christmas Day shit show. It was Aussie, Aussie, Aussie, gold standard families, oi, oi, oi; it was a public debasement of...
Johnny was in the bathroom, trying to do his hair. Somehow, no matter how much laundry starch he put on it, he could never quite get it to spike up as perfectly he wanted, though he was determined to get it as good as possible for the gig tonight. For the...
Was it a dream? Or was it real? Even today, Christmas Eve 2023, Danni remembered that night twenty years ago and wondered. It was something she would never forget, and something she recalled on the same night ever since. Born in 1980, the stacked blonde f...
Maria excused herself from the kitchen as if to go to the bathroom, as Makennah pored over the major league baseball box scores in that day's Springfield Sentinel. In the bathroom, Maria found Allen, gathering up his clothes, his naked pink/tanned ass sti...
Maria pulled her hair away from her shoulder blades as Allen soaped up her back with the shower kooshie. He scrubbed all along Maria’s back and her ticklish sides, to the top of her ass, as she sighed and giggled at his light touches. “Gonna get you squea...
Even Danny Richards, a bitter rival of Holly Goodman, Jeffrey Hunter, and David Watts, had become noticeably changed from the arrogant and bigoted pest he had once been. He had apparently cooled in his relationship with his father but had still inherited...
Litha, or Midsummer Eve, is the name given to the Wiccan Sabbat. It is the longest day and the shortest night of the year. Light triumphs, but will inevitably begin to fade as Autumn approaches. This is a time of abundance in plants and wildlife, includin...
“Let’s” — pop — “be clear” — smack — “about something,” Hal said, eyes closed. Pop-pop. “We are not fucking,” Hal grunted, as he and Officer Sinclair fucked, doggy-style, filling room 319 of The Sleepy Inn with the sounds of squeaking mattress springs and...
