I sat up and kissed him hard; part of my brain wanted to take a chunk out, to consume him, chew him up and swallow. We knelt on the bed facing each other. Finally I could reach his ears, his neck; I ran my tongue in the hollows of his collarbones and followed the thumping vein in his neck up to the back of his ear. His hands were all over me, under my clothes, on top of them, like they were another layer of skin that felt just as good to touch as my bareness underneath.
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That’s an excerpt from the latest story on Fishnet, the online erotic fiction magazine I’m editing: I Wish You Were Braille, by Louise Lagris. To read more, read the rest of the story. (Not for anyone under 18.) Enjoy!
