erotic literature
The night had a certain kind of magic, the kind that makes your heart race and skin tingle. He was across the room, his gaze locked with mine, and I could feel the heat rising between us. We’d been flirting all night, and now, I wanted more.
I pulled out my phone and sent him a text: “Let’s take this to the next level.” His reply was immediate: “I’m ready.”
He came over to me and without a word, took my hand and led me out onto the balcony. The night air was still and warm, and the stars shone brightly above us. We stood there, inches apart, and neither of us said a word.
We both knew what was coming next.
He took my other hand, and our fingers entwined. His touch was electric, and I could feel my body responding. We moved closer and closer until our lips were almost touching. I closed my eyes, and his lips found mine.
We kissed, slowly at first and then with increasing intensity. His hands moved around my body, exploring my curves, and I felt myself melting into him. I wanted him more than I ever thought possible.
The night was filled with sexting, our words only heightening the physical sensations we were experiencing. We teased and tempted each other, our messages becoming more and more naughty as the night went on.
The night was filled with passion and pleasure, and we stayed out there until the sun started to rise. As the first rays of light touched our skin, we parted with a kiss, both of us knowing that we had just shared something special.
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