A Grope of Erotica.

By Roy Station

Erotic Adult Stories.
A box set of five explicit stories, each with characters and plots, unashamed to fully embrace the joy of promiscuity.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Roy Station
• Release date: Jan 12, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463088296

Roy Station

My books cover a varied range of, predominantly, explicitly written sex stories. Leading characters are always promiscuously motivated. Sex scenes are graphic and contain raunchy dialogue. However, my writing insists that each story plot provides a valid reason for the erotic romps into which the characters engage.Among my publications, as opposed to validation, there is some fanciful, but equally explicit humor. At the end of the day, whether writing or reading, sex stories provide wonderful escapism.

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A Grope of Erotica

Roy Station Copyright

2020

Smashwords Edition

Five explicit sex stories, each unashamed to embrace the sheer joy of promiscuity.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Contents

Kiki’s English Fantasy

Sex is a Pleasure

Mutual Masturbation

Workers Playtime

Chalk and Cheese

Author

Kiki is in England.

Kiki, an attractive thirty year old American, along with two of her girlfriends, were taking a vacation in England. After spending two weeks in the hustle and bustle of London, they headed to the serenity of a small English village. Situated in the heart of England’s countryside, it held nostalgic significance for Kiki. Her grandfather was stationed close by during the Second World War. He often spoke of finding its tranquility during the horrors of war. To follow in his footsteps and see the same landscape that he did all those years ago, was a dream come true for Kiki.

The girls were into their fourth day at the village. Its location was central to many historical landmarks. After returning from a trip to Stratford upon Avon, the birthplace of William Shakespeare, the girls decided on a drink and a meal in the village pub. The trio had quickly become popular with the locals, who made them feel most welcome. A darts competition was scheduled that evening. Kiki’s two friends were regular players back home; therefore, they were eager to test their ability against village opposition. After their meal, and warning the locals that they would be thoroughly thrashed, the girls returned to their cottage and prepared for the evening.

You two have fun in the pub. I fancy a nice stroll around the edge of the village, near the large house, said Kiki.

The large house was actually a stately mansion. It was the titled home of Lord Thornaby, and centerpiece of his huge estate. Having gathered lots of local knowledge, the girls knew that Lord Thornaby had recently succeeded his father

Are you sure Kiki? We could duck the darts and do something else.

No, not all; you enjoy darts so much. It’ll be wonderful to walk alone along such a beautiful, traffic free, country lane in the fall. And I’ll call in the pub afterwards.

In such a safe area, the two girls were not apprehensive about Kiki walking alone.

Okay, let’s go whip some local’s asses; see you soon Kiki.

Kiki adored the time of year. It was early fall and leaves were beginning to take on a golden appearance. After so many cautionary tales regarding English weather, Kiki had purchased a new trench-coat. All tales had proved unfounded, and she longed to wear her new acquisition. Secretly, Kiki found trench-coats to be somewhat arousing. Alongside it in her suitcase, matching thigh stockings, thong and flimsy bra, also remained unworn.

Both her friends were engaged and due to be married soon. Consequently, there had been no sexual liaisons during the trip. Kiki’s closest encounter came when dancing with a man in a London nightclub. He invited her back to his apartment for drinks. However, a stranger in such a large city was considered far too big a risk. Even had she accepted his invitation, there was no way that her girl friends would have allowed it. Settling for the consolation of a small goodnight kiss was the sole entry in the sexual section of her vacation diary.

Kiki more than enjoyed sex and had reached a stage of feeling somewhat horny. With her friends in such close proximity, there was little opportunity to simply lay back and masturbate. Therefore, in a state of arousal, Kiki decided to don the trench-coat and wear only the stockings and sexy matching bra and panties beneath it.

‘If only I had stiletto heels too,’ she thought, with a smile.

Stilettos would have dressed her exactly as she saw herself during her most explicit sexual fantasies. Looking into the full length in the mirror, Kiki suddenly felt incredibly horny.

‘Mmm, so naughty, no skirt, dress, shirt or blouse, my little secret.’

Kiki left the cottage and joined a leafy lane. She slowly wandered until stopping to look across acres of greenery. Beyond the fields of crops, cattle, sheep and horses, the huge mansion was an intriguing sight. With birds singing and the rustle of leaves in the warm breeze, she so wanted to carry her trench-coat over her arm.

‘If only I dared,’ she thought, in amusement.

Kiki wandered on and reached a path that led from the lane. ‘It’s clearly a rear entrance to the estate and mansion house,’ she told herself. The girls had seen the grand main gates from the traffic road. ‘Would anyone mind if I strolled along for a closer view?’

Unable to see anyone around, she felt there was no harm in venturing a little further. A leisurely stroll took her to a field with a lone horse inside. When she stopped at its fence, the horse instinctively ran to her. Sorry, I’ve nothing to feed you; shall I pull you some grass?

After feeding it a few handfuls, a voice startled her. Hello Madam, can I help you?

Kiki had no idea where he had sprung from, and although shocked, managed to retain her composure. Hi, I’m visiting the area and it seemed so nice along here. I hope I’m not somewhere I shouldn’t be?

I love your accent. Hope I’m correct in saying it’s American and not Canadian?

Although he appeared to be a little older than Kiki, she considered him ruggedly attractive. Yes, I’m from Virginia U.S.A; please call me Kiki.

Kiki it is, and my name is Garvet, he said, as they politely shook hands. ‘I’m so pleased I had your accent correct. It’s difficult for us yokels to tell the difference between you North Americans. Are you staying in the village?"

Yes, my two friends and I have been here four days, and we’ll be here a little longer.

Oh, what a pity we didn’t meet earlier. I could have introduced the three of you to Lord and Lady Thornaby. Strangely enough, they are in America celebrating their wedding anniversary.

Finding it a relief to know she was not trespassing, Kiki felt free to converse. It would have been so special to meet them. I admire their house so much; I couldn’t resist a closer look.

Please, be my guest; I’m Lord Thornaby’s herdsman.

You mean I can walk right on up there?

Only until you reach the door, and then you will have to take a seat inside. Lady Thornaby would not be pleased to discover that a guest was abandoned outside.

Thank you so much, how kind, said Kiki, feeling she would certainly have something to tell her friends back at the pub.

Walking to the house, Kiki told Garvet about their trip and of her Grandfather’s connection with the area. He revealed that he and Millers, the gamekeeper/electrical wizard, were the only staff still present. Junior staff had been allowed to take leave, and the more senior staff had left with the Lord and Lady. Yes, absolutely true, even during wedding anniversaries, the gentry can’t manage on their own, he joked.

Upon reaching Thornaby Hall, Kiki was overwhelmed; she had seen several classy mansions, but none with such an aristocratic aura.

We managed to see the Queens Buckingham Palace in London, but it wasn’t as splendid as this, she said, utterly amazed.

I had the honour of attending their majesties here at Thornaby Hall, Garvet informed her, with raised eyebrows. "Now please, come inside