Author: Nvrrlyhere

[F20s/M30s] Shacking Up – Pt 2 [fiction]

[Part one](https://reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/vyxz96/f20sm30s_shacking_up_fiction_airbnb_first/)

Note: non-sexy buildup until ++++++++++++

Thanks u/ComprehensiveNet4547 for the sandwich making piece and feedback 😘

“I’m gonna make us some breakfast.”

I watch as you roll up the sleeves of your shirt, place a wooden cutting board on the counter, and pull open a drawer withdrawing a knife. All of your actions so seamlessly strung together, a delicate dance as you fire up the old gas stove, arrange the ingredients on the counter, lay bacon in the pan – your body swaying from side to side, the muscles in your legs flexing as you rock back and forth.

I watch your body move as you work, how your forearms tense up when you slice the tomato and season with olive oil and freshly ground pepper… I notice the way your chest and shoulders broaden when you crack and whisk the eggs.

This is your element. I’ve since hopped up onto a barstool, hopefully minimizing risk of getting in your way. From here I’m able to get lost in your concentration and *incredibly* sexy confidence… and I almost miss the endearing smile on your face as you catch me watching you. A tender wordless moment before retuning your attention back to the pan. Read more »

[F20s/M30s] Shacking up [fiction] [airbnb] [first encounter] [slow build]

*Note: this story is fictional and simply the alternate (fantasy) ending to a non-fictional relationship.

*Yawn.*

Whose fucking idea was it to meet this early? I check the clock on my dash: it’s stupid-o-clock in the morning.

I see that you’ve beaten me here. I put the car in park, gather my duffel bag and a couple of groceries from the backseat and slam the door shut with my hip. The airbnb you rented doesn’t look like much really – a simple, narrow, and relatively private shack on the beach. I take a deep breath in and smell the salt in the air from the ocean – it’s a little chilly, but nothing compared to the dreadful cold of a Midwest winter. As I reach for the door, it swings open – I feel myself about to make a joke about this being a knockoff Beauty and the Beast movie, and then I see you.

There you are. Andy. The man I never even dreamt of seeing in person one day – here in front of me, right now… in the flesh. You go for a hug but my arms are preoccupied with all my shit so you awkwardly offer to take some of it and I can feel my cheeks begin to flush. The door shuts, my bags are now on the floor by our feet and we just kinda… look at each other. Read more »