The Train Journey 2: Cinque Terre - Erotic Short Story

By Barbara Nordström

Clara can't wait to go on holiday with her friend Minna. They're going to interrail in Europe, and drink rosé as they hang out by the pool at Minna's parents' house in the South of France. Unfortunately, Minna cancels last minute. Clara feels abandoned and doesn't know what to do. Should she just stay home? But the ticket is already paid for, and Clara decides to travel on her own. She'll go to Italy and experience Venice, Cinque Terre and Rome.It'll be a cultural and sensual trip that Clara won't soon forget.This is the second part of 'The Train Journey.'-

• Language: English
• Publisher: LUST
• Release date: Dec 24, 2021
• ISBN: 9788726626650

Book preview

I opened my eyes. I was lying in white sheets in a soft bed I didn't recognize. The sun shone through thin, green drapes. I closed my eyes, remembering where I was and how I'd ended up here.

I'd been fantasising about a dark-haired man with elegant fingers. A man living in a different country, somewhere warmer than Denmark. And now he was lying right here next to me. Sandro. In a bed in an apartment on the top floor of an old Venetian building. My dream had come true. His long eyelashes rested on his honey-coloured skin, and a lock of hair curled on his forehead. He was breathing so heavily it bordered on snoring.

I sat up carefully, but I must've woken him because he reached for me with his long, slim fingers. His eyes were still closed, but his lips were turning upwards. I noticed a crocked tooth. But this tiny flaw in an otherwise perfect mouth just made him even more beautiful. It made him soft and approachable. He pulled me towards him, and I kissed his soft lips. Gently. Two mouths that had explored each other thoroughly the night before now meeting in common recognition.

His free hand started moving down, following the curve of my butt cheek. A deep groan – like a trapped sigh – echoed in his throat. I sighed and let my body melt into his. With both hands planted on my butt he pressed me towards him. We were both naked and I could feel his body wanting mine. I needed only lift my hips slightly to slide onto him. My body felt soft and receptive after a good night's sleep and I rocked gently back and forth. The tension rose in me like a wave travelling towards land from somewhere far away. The current got hold of me and transported me to a place deep within myself where a burning fire was the only thing I knew of. Sparks shot from my crotch, through my thighs and my stomach, across my chest and to my face. I threw back my head, closed my eyes and breathed deep into my lungs. I saw nothing and heard only the air flowing through me when the tension finally loosened its grip on me. Sandro clutched my hips and pushed me up and down eagerly until his tension peaked as well, before letting his arms fall to the side.

I stayed on top of him, looking down at his beautiful serene face, at his chest and his firm stomach. His bellybutton was perfectly oval, and his hip bones pointed down towards his crotch. He