Forbidden Places: The Elevator - Erotic Short Story

By Vanessa Salt

"His fingers slither in under the waistband of my pants. He unbuttons them with his thumb and sort of folds the zipper down. His fingers continue down over my panties, explore my swollen folds and starts massaging my clit. Round, soft movements. He seems to appreciate the fact that the fabric is soaked, because he grunts approvingly. I let him continue. I put one hand over his to invite him in. Buck my hips forward for him to feel my wetness."The party is coming to an end, and most guests are really drunk. Linda is eyeing Are when he starts kissing Sanna. Something breaks inside her. The love of her life has chosen somebody else. She runs out of the apartment and Are runs after her. Linda knows she shouldn't feel this way – she is married and much younger than Are. But the only thing she can think about is pressing up against his naked body.-

• Language: English
• Publisher: LUST
• Release date: Nov 18, 2020
• ISBN: 9788726386127

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Vanessa Salt

Forbidden Places: The Elevator

Erotic Short Story

Translator: Nika Abiri

LUST

Forbidden Places: The Elevator - Erotic Short Story

Nika Abiri

Förbjudna platser: Hissen

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ISBN: 9788726386127

1. e-book edition, 2020

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I observe him without him noticing. Honey blonde hair falling loosely over his forehead. Those glasses. That smile. There is something special about him. I can’t stop looking. It’s like he lights up the whole room. His two eyes like half circles. He shines. I think his laugh is one of the best things in the world. That sound. The way his face moves. He is talking to someone. It looks like Sanna.

There are people mingling around us, everybody between the age of eighteen and seventy. An interesting mix of people. The room smells of sweat and alcohol. Perhaps slightly of incense. Cheetos. The air is stuffy and stale. The party was slow at first, but it gets rowdier by the minute. To my right, someone is crunching on something, and there is rustling on my left side.

Someone elbows me in the side. Hey?

I look up. I let my gaze slide away from Are for a moment, forced to look at Malin, with her curly hair and wineglass in hand.

She looks at me intensely and hiccups. Do you want to?

What?