Swedish erotica E-Book

Sayo Coimbra

• Herausgeber: Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Ratgeber
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 61

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

At a sex club in Mount Pleasant, two women are on their second date. They join a dance floor full of naked people and devote themselves to exploring their desires. In another time and place, three young adults embark on a summer night adventure in the suburbs of Stockholm; a night that will turn out unusually sweaty, sticky and hot. Swedish erotica is a collection of five erotic short stories. Some of the authors of this collection are well-established writers, others have never before been published. These novels are queer, horny, proud and completely unapologetic.

Leseprobe

Table of Contents

Lavender oil

M. LANVIN

The reward

SAYO COIMBRA

The sex club

MALIN EDHOLM

Summer night

SAGA BECKER

Pink desire

OTTILIA E.

lavender oil

M. LANVIN

The air smells of laundry detergent and sunlight, outside the window clothes are hanging out to dry. The damp bathroom has begun to fill with steam. Condensation soon covers the mirror. I place the cigarette, half-finished, in the ashtray next to the toilet seat.

When I first moved to Italy I found this so liberating, everyone smoking everywhere, what a cliché. It didn’t take long before I had a small ashtray in each room of the apartment.

The sound of the usual courtyard banter drifts in through the window and, from further away, the humming of cars and vespas. I close the brown shutters, leaving a crack to allow the heat of the sun to enter, but enough to block the view of curious neighbours. If I had been alone I wouldn’t have bothered, there’s something thrilling about the feeling of being observed while walking around naked.

It had been a lonely year, by choice. The days were spent in school, followed by evening sessions in front on the computer. At some point after midnight my back would begin to protest and I would close the laptop and go to bed. The few times I ventured out I had a beer down by the square, observing the groups of teenagers and their loud and confident flirting.

A loud tone pierces the apartment, the buzzer screams. I twist the knob on the bathtub faucet to turn the water off and walk out into the hallway. The feeling of the cold tiles beneath my feet makes my skin rise and I shiver. But soon the hot bath will warm me up, and so will you.

I press the button to open the gate and leave the front door ajar. On my way back to the bathroom I walk past the kitchen and finish the last of my coffee. Just as I reach the bathroom I see you enter. I pause for a second and observe you. You look up just as you close the door, locking it behind you. A huge smile spreads across your face when you realize that I’m naked. With your finger you signal for me to wait a second. You reach for something in your back pocket, a small bottle.

You bend down and place the bottle on the floor, sliding it towards my feet. I put extend foot to catch it. It looks like lavender oil, the same kind we saw at the market last Sunday.

I turn around and bend down slowly to pick up the bottle.

I spread my legs slightly for you to be able to have a better look; my thick thighs, my round butt cheeks and my pussy are all exposed. I don’t bother to look for your reaction; I already know how you will react. I know you must be hard already.

I walk into the bathroom and place the small bottle on the edge of the bathtub. I’m just about to step into the water as you approach from behind and pull me closer. You grab my hair, gathered in a bun, and hold me still while you kiss and lick my neck. Your cold hands caress my back and hold my hips in a firm grip. In truth, I hardly know who you are.

I know your body, but I don’t even know what your voice sounds like. Even if I had been able to talk to you, I’m not sure I would have. There’s something liberating about just communicating with our bodies.

You take my hand and direct me out of the bathtub, gesturing for me to sit down on the edge. I hesitate slightly when I feel the cold against my butt cheeks; the hot water is so tempting. You get down on your knees in front of me.

The green mosaic tiles must be hard against your legs. I place my hand against your face; your cheeks are clean shaven with a hint of stubble. You smell slightly of men’s perfume and sweat.

You separate my legs carefully, your face is just a few inches from my pussy. You place both of your hands on the insides of my thighs and let them glide up towards my groin slowly. My pussy vibrates with excitement. You let your hands pause there, gently resting on the softest part of my inner thighs. I love when you make me wait like this, when you make me impatient.

You must notice that I’m cold, my nipples are hard and my legs are covered in goose bumps. The heat from the steam rises against my back. I want to slide down into the bathtub but your steady gaze keeps me still.

You bring your mouth closer to my pussy. I watch you, longing for your lips to reach my clitoris, but you stop. You take a deep breath and exhale hot, soft air all over my pussy, sending a shiver through my entire body. All I want is to press my thighs against your head, so that I finally get to feel you. But I resist. Instead I arch my back to get closer to you, but you pull back slightly. You’re teasing me too much.

I stand up suddenly, I’m too cold. You’re still on your knees, your head turned up to face me.

I don’t hesitate, I straddle your face, burrying you between my thighs. Finally, your tongue is against my clitoris.

I grab your neck to help you support your head. Your tongue creates warmth and wetness as you hold onto my ass. Your heat begins to spread through my body, I can feel the movement of the orgasm approaching. But if we were to stay in this position until I came your neck would get stiff, so I back away. You remain in the same position, your lips shining with the juice from my pussy. Even through your jeans I can see that you’re hard. You probably also have that little wet and salty stain on your underwear, right by the tip of your penis.

I step into the bathtub, my cold feet sting as they enter the hot water. I let myself down into the water and place my head against the edge. My pussy is pounding. I need to keep my hands above the water or else I’m not sure I’ll be able to resist the temptation of rubbing my fingers hard against my clitoris until I come.

You stand up and pull your shirt off. From your jeans pocket you pull out a cigarette and light it with my old lighter lying next to the ashtray. You sit down on the toilet seat and watch me as you draw the smoke from the cigarette deep into your lungs.

Your body’s quite slender, but your shoulders are unexpectedly muscular. They look strong, as if you’re used to labour. Your body’s typically masculine, and you move like a clumsy man. Yet the way you sit is feminine, placing one leg over the other and locking your foot behind the calf. You place your elbow on one knee and it looks so simple, so casual. I could never be so gracious, not with my figure. Perhaps you’re a dancer?

You place the cigarette between your teeth and break into a smile. You unbutton your jeans and make room for your dick, placing one hand around it inside of your underwear.