No Guts, No Gasms: Romantic Short Story Erotica

I want him bad. Even though I shouldn’t.

But I’ve obsessed all summer, watched those tattooed muscles flex and sweat as he tends the grounds where I work, lusting from afar.

Soon he’ll be gone.

Or I will; my internship ends next week.

So I better make my move—or live with regret. And I’d much rather live with the memory of his hands all over me.

6000 words • Sex with Strangers • Upbeat ending.