Holy fuck. That accent. I knew he was the sexiest man here with his mouth shut, but now with that voice too I was already wet. I shifted slightly in my seat and crossed one leg over the other. I saw his eyes dart down to my long smooth legs just for a second, then he made direct eye contact. Ok, so he was a gentleman. Or at least, he was trying to be.
He had a nice smile, cheeky and it made him look younger. Not too much though, thank god. I love older men.
I downed my second tequila and felt the burning liquid running down my throat. It gave me a temporary confidence.
"Hi Adam. I'm Grace."
Nothing. He just looked at me, eyes wide. Now I was feeling less confident. Maybe I made him uncomfortable. I saw him swallow hard.
"You're a very sexy man, Adam. What brings you here?"
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Scottish Lust
RomanceTwo redditors, random strangers, having met online, co-write this erotic adventure. They take turns writing segments, with neither knowing where the other intends to take the story. Have a read and become part of the erotic twists and turns.
