Erotic Short Sex Stories: Bedtime Stories For Adults

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I’m overwhelmed by her praise, however subtle it may be, but I can’t even find it in me to say “You’re welcome.” My words are mired in the pit of my rolling gut. I want to say something clever, open-ended, engaging. But the sudden, heavy onset of my pull towards her has me all caught up in a net of apprehension. Her eyes almost glow at me from the brimmed shadow of her hood. I hesitate, wondering if I should say something to fill the silence, but I guess that it’s not necessary anymore. I can’t explain it, but it’s becoming more and more clear that I know exactly where we’re going to end up before we even get there. Nifty: With a wide array of user-contributed stories that span the kink spectrum, Nifty boasts a hefty archive of erotica, all from an LGBTQ+ lens, as well as new stories contributed regularly. Oh yes, and it's completely free, too. She had a small washroom just off her office and we both went in there and cleaned up. We eventually got dressed and left the building, both of us probably a bit red faced.Her eyebrows spring up to hide behind the dark fringe of her bangs as her chin lifts from her palm. “That’s one of my favourite drinks,” she says with a wry smile. “How did you know?” We clink our glasses together and welcome the warmth of the firewater into the marrow of our bones. The sun rises a little more around the dark pits of her pupils.

The knot of anxiety that's built up in my stomach ebbs away immediately. I reach across and stroke his muscular arm. I lean both my palms into the edge of the bar and study the slope of her regal nose. She pushes her glasses up to the bridge again with the same middle finger. I wait with genuine patience for her to reach a verdict. Her jaw drops open and my tongue lolls from her clutches. Despite the layers between us, the build is obvious and I feel myself rising along with her. Her dampness has soaked right through the material to my fingers. Hey, don’t look at me,” I say, trying to keep my cool. “I’m not so great with making my mind up either.”

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I get so caught up watching her that I lose count of the citrus vodka I have flowing into the shaker tin. In that moment I'm undone. My desire floods to the surface and my hands run up to his face, kissing him fast and hard. He meets each of my kisses, pulling me closer, his hands up under my T-shirt, bringing every inch of skin to life with his touch. We pull each other's tops off, hungrily, as he pushes me down to the floor, undressing and kissing me all at once. When I'm right down to my pants, opening my legs to him, he stops, kneeling above me, his chest rippling above the waistband of his jeans.