August MacGregor

Celebrating Sensuality. Intended for mature audiences, 18 and over

A Little Graveyard Fun


graveyard, by buzzsnap (Flickr, Creative Commons)

buzzsnap (Flickr, Creative Commons)

Happy Halloween again! I just had to write a quickie story for the occasion. A couple has some sexy fun and dialogue in a graveyard. It’s not as explicit as many of my other stories, but it’s still meant for readers 18 years and older. Have a fun and safe Halloween!

“Oh c’mon,” he said, “you’re not scared, are you?”

“Of course I am!” she replied. “If you say you’re not, then I know you’re lying.”

“Well, maybe a little bit. But that’s the point, isn’t it? A graveyard on Halloween — it’s perfect!”

“Perfect?” she echoed. “Far from it. I’ll take a bed in a warm house any day over this.”

“But that’s the whole idea. A bed can be for any old day. This is different and fun.”

“Okay, okay. I agreed to it, so let’s get on with it. The sooner we start, the sooner it’ll be over.”

“Which,” he said, “is what every guy wants to hear before sex.”

“Hey, just saying. But doesn’t it feel, I don’t know, sacrilegious to do this in a cemetery?”

After sighing, he said, “We’ve already talked about this. None of these people care one bit. Just their bodies are here. Their spirits are too busy in heaven or hell or where-ever to care. C’mon, baby, just relax about it.”

“Well, it is different, I’ll give you that. Not my kind of sexy, though, so I’m not going to be wet for you.”

“Then how about a little foreplay? We can start up here…”

“Jesus!” she cried out. “Your hands are cold!”

“Okay, okay! I’ll warm them up. How about I suck on them, my mouth’s sure to be warm.”

“Yeah, I do like your mouth, what you do with it all over me. Mmm. That feels good. A little chilly, but your mouth warms my nipple right up.”


“Mmm-hmm,” she purred like him. “Don’t forget the other one, you know how she gets jealous. Ooo, there you go. Mmm, yeah. Now, what did you way before? You thought doggy-style would be the easiest to pull off here?

“Mmm-hmm,” he hummed, then said, still with her nipple in his mouth, “Doggy-style.”

“Smart thinking. I can lean over, push up my skirt. I won’t have to take off any clothes and get really cold. Maybe this was a good idea after all, naughty boy. All those naughty ideas you come up with like — Wait! What was that?”

He released her nipple and stood up, looking behind her, into the cemetery and the woods beyond it. “What?”

“Something like a stick cracking,” she said. “Maybe someone’s there?”

His eyes narrowed as he inspected the woods and looked left and right. “No,” he said, “I don’t see anybody. Maybe it was just a squirrel.”

“They aren’t nocturnal, are they?”

“How the hell would I know? Now, I’ve got to get back to these beautiful tits.”

“Okay,” she said. “All right. Mmm. I love it when you call them beautiful. Maybe it was just a squirrel. Maybe it was nothing. Don’t know. What I do know is that feels really good. Your mouth works wonders on me. Ohhh — Oh my God!”

Again, he released her nipple and stood up. “Jesus! What is it now?”

Her shocked face was frozen, staring at something behind him. He turned to see the apparition rise above a gravestone that read “Here Lies Wallace Hardwick, May He Rest In Peace.” The apparition’s face didn’t look peaceful at all — and downright pissed off that he had been disturbed.

They ran, screaming, to the security of his car parked next to the cemetery. Then they sped through the streets to the security of his house, with their hearts still hammering wildly.



Author: augustmacgregor

I'm a writer of erotica and romantic fiction.

4 thoughts on “A Little Graveyard Fun

  1. Well, they were obviously not exhibitionists!! 😉


  2. LOL….this is exactly how I’d react if I hadn’t had a few drinks first! I’m such a ‘fraidy cat! This made me laugh, then I’d get sucked back in only to be frightened all over… Giggle. I felt like I was with them. In high school the guys used to take us to cemeteries just to scare us. 🙂 And drink. And other stuff… 🙂 Happy Halloween, Gus.


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