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If we do catch up in the lounge, I could share those too. They were more creative. Well if you liked this, it does mean you are worthy a muse to write about, not just erotic :)

A check, if the essence has been preserved or not. Have the mutual understanding and respect core valves intertwined well with the seduction and intoxication. That's what it was.

I'm just a part-time writer, mostly into short stories over incidents, less sex-stuff and more reflective/poetic. This one took me half an hour tbh. I sketch a plot, then connect the climax to the starting for the flow.

This fantasy tale is inspired by the classy @dimswati and any "lucky" man so the name Aman. Just a writing. Any suggestions for the next story by readers?

Morning came grey-blue through the glass. She dressed in yesterday's paisley and the new scarf. He walked her down with her shopping bags and the kind of quiet that didn't need filling. Her hotel was a short ride across the ward. In the breakfast room they ate eggs and miso and fruit she stole...

"Shower," she said. "We're a mess. I want you clean so I can ruin you again." The bathroom filled with steam. Water beat their shoulders. She soaped his chest, his stomach, his cock - which thickened again under her slippery fist like it had somewhere left to be. He washed her breasts, the dip...

The door clicked. City murmur through glass. She set her bags down like she had lived here a week already, kicked off her shoes, and turned into him with her mouth already open. The first kiss was not polite. Heat and teeth and the soft sound she made when his hands found the small of her back...

Aman sat on the edge of the bed with the phone in both hands and felt something stupid and electric move under his ribs. Same country. Maybe the same ward. Maybe, God help him, the same few blocks of hotels where business travelers and people who posted nudes without faces crossed paths without...

Swati wore what she loved and left the rest on the floor of other people's opinions. Bikini at noon if the light was good. Open kimono if the evening asked for it. She danced like the room had emptied for her alone, and when it hadn't, she still moved that way. Educated enough to quote half a...