Sexy? She just said she thinks I'm sexy. Even after I was staring, too obviously, at her.
My cock had been taking a mild interest in these goings on, but as soon as she uttered "sexy", it went rock hard.
What brings me here? The beautiful scenery. The cultural history. Visiting my friend who's recently gone away herself. Nope. None of those reasons made sense any more.
"I was really hoping to find someone who wanted a hug. Do you mind?" I asked as I slid off my stool.
Grace nodded mutely and stood next to me.
I stepped forward, and leaned in to her, wrapping my arms around her body. My raging hard-on betrayed how I felt. My mouth found her earlobe and gave it a gentle nibble, and I whispered "Damn you're sexy too. I'd really like to fuck your brains out tonight."
Why was I being that forward? I wouldn't normally dare. I didn't care though. I simply had to have her.
Instead of stiffening up, or pulling back from the hug, she melted against my body and simply moaned her response.
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Scottish Lust
RomanceTwo redditors, random strangers, having met online, co-write this erotic adventure. They take turns writing segments, with neither knowing where the other intends to take the story. Have a read and become part of the erotic twists and turns.
