## My first attempt at erotic writing and barely a Reddit user – using an anon account to avoid embarrassment – hoping to live out a few fantasies, and help others along the way. Let me know if you’d like to see a second chapter. Thanks for taking the time to read!

I had butterflies in my stomach. As I sat at that table, I thought I was going to throw up – “I should have had lunch.” I thought to myself.

Lunch was the last of my worries. I shouldn’t be there – I knew that it was wrong. I was in a long term relationship, as was she.

She hadn’t arrived yet – the suspense was killing me. I tried to settle my nerves, and started looking around the bar – admiring the decor, nervously looking over my shoulder and making eye contact with everyone who walked through the door. It was torture. I was usually the one who was late, they said I’d be late to my own funeral, but this time I was on-time. I had to be. Read more »

Jesse’s fingers were slipping from her hand to just grasp at Liz’s fingertips. The pressure she was exerting to hold onto her was making Liz’s fingertips throb.

They had been dancing in the center of the room, and an escalation of contact had begun. It began with the occasional bump of the hips, a hand resting on an arm. Jessie’s eyes had been sparkling as she laughed on the floor. Liz was more serious, staring back at the more petite girl, constantly stepping in closer. The crowd of dancing bodies helped by moving in a wave to her back, holding them in. Once you lost your moving room once, it was gone.

It was the sharp shove from behind that started it. Liz’s hands flew out to grip onto Jessie’s waist as she swayed, then balanced. Her upper fingers rested on the bare flesh of Jessie’s waist. The skin was warm, moist with sweat. She let her thumb rub up on the bare skin. It was hard to focus on dancing, though the wild bouncing body in front of her didn’t seem to struggle. Read more »