Erotic Stories

Heat of the Night. Content Warning.

The city hummed outside her cracked window, a late-night pulse of horns and neon flicker seeping through the thin curtains. Priya sprawled on her bed, the cotton sheet sticking to her thighs, sweat beading down her spine in the humid March air. The fan spun lazy circles overhead, doing little but stirring the heat that clung to her skin like a lover’s breath. She wore just a faded tank top and panties—black, lace-edged, the last clean pair—her body restless, aching for something she couldn’t name.