Erotic Fiction🌶️: The Cabin in the Woods
Themes: mountains, nature, travel, friends to lovers, a couple's first time
As a lifelong non-fiction writer, the idea of writing fiction has always overwhelmed me.
There’s only one type of fiction that seemed to come “naturally” for me as a writer - erotic fiction.
Yeah, I wasn’t expecting that either.
But I’ve come to enjoy the challenges of writing erotic fiction (also called adult romance) & I’m currently planning a full-length novel.
I considered creating an entirely separate newsletter just for that topic, given how different it is from what I’ve written about so far … but I decided against that.
Instead: let’s mix my nonfiction audience & erotic fiction audience and see what happens - I love a good experiment :)
All short stories will be labeled “Erotic Fiction”, so if you don’t want to read them, you’re welcome to delete the email even before you open it.
If you’re curious, keep reading.
FYI: None of my Erotic Literature stories are Safe for Work (seems obvious, but worth mentioning)
The drive through the mountains was a smooth one, with the air in the car warm and easy, just like the last few months had been.
From walks in the park to coffee dates to movie nights at home, spending time together felt comfortable and natural, yet with an underlying pinch of tension. That tension of will-they-or-won’t they. Is that the kind of relationship that was being built? Was that a line they were going to cross?
The 90-minute drive into the Colorado Rocky Mountains passed through quaint towns, countless trees, and an elevation change that you could feel in your lungs. Or maybe that was the underlying pinch of tension - it was hard to say.
Arriving at his friend’s cabin, they found the fridge already full of food and the heater warming the space. A traditional cabin with an open floor plan, you walked into the living room with the kitchen on your left and the king-size bedroom set up in the back corner.
The warmth of the space drew you in, inviting you to leave your worldly concerns outside the door and become your most natural Self within its walls. No TV, no internet, just the falling snow outside and the toasty atmosphere inside.
They brought their bags in from the car and began to settle into their home for the next two nights. It was only 4 pm, but the sun had begun to cast its final shadows across the mountains as the winter evening inched ever closer.
She put her suitcase on the bed but before she opened it, she turned around to find him right behind her. A warm wall, at least six feet tall and big enough to block her path, and her breath caught in her chest at the surprise.
“What are you doing right behind me? You scared me half to death!” she exclaimed, taking a few deep breaths.
Raising her eyes from his chest to his eyes, she found an even, piercing stare looking back at her.
“I need you. Now. I can’t wait any longer.” he said plainly.
While they had known each other for a few months, there had never been an obvious moment to take them from friends to something more. The opportunity never presented itself or never seemed to be quite right to change the way they looked at each other forever ... until now.
Maybe this had been the plan all along, she thought, which brought a smile to her face.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, leaned down, and kissed her gently - far more gently than she expected ... but that didn’t last long. The anticipation, the ferocity of their desire to f*ck overcame them both in mere seconds.
The kissing got deeper, and the layers of clothing were removed in rapid succession. In a few heated breaths, they were both laid bare in front of each other for the first time, and this is when she got nervous, but he burned that away instantly.
“You’re even more beautiful than I expected,” he said with a gentleness she’d never heard before. After gazing over her entire form, his brown eyes met hers and she felt a high she’d never felt before, like the expansiveness of the universe suddenly made sense and she had no reason to hesitate.
With his large hands on her waist, he lifted her up, sat her down on the bed, and coaxed her to lie down. The feeling of his fingers gliding up her legs sent sparks up her body and a wave of heat she wasn’t prepared for. She instantly began sweating with anticipation and her breath got deeper until the first subtle moan escaped her mouth.
On his knees, with his hands on her hips, he began to explore her with his tongue like she was ice cream on a hot Summer’s day. Her juices ran down his chin as her moans got louder, so loud the animals outside kept their distance from the cabin out of instinct. She came with a crash, like a storm wave crashing into the hull of a ship at sea. Thunderous. Strong. Liberating.
With her desperately out of breath and seeing the room spin, he turned her over and massaged her back until her breathing returned to normal. He was still standing at the edge of the bed when her senses returned and her hunger began to build. Looking up, she found his patient but throbbing c*ck waiting for her.
Before he noticed her moving, she wrapped her tongue around the tip and began to consume him. He let out a guttural growl that only made her more hungry for him. Her whole body radiated heat as the hunger got stronger, and it wasn’t long before she wanted to feel full. She removed his c*ck from her mouth. When he looked down, she had his c*ck in her hand and a craving in her eyes he knew only he could satisfy.
She flipped over on the bed and presented herself to him, dripping and eager to be filled up by him. As he slid into her, a forceful moan made her breathless and he growled once again, causing her to grip tightly around him.
“F*ck,” he said powerfully.
Her ice blue gaze met his eyes, his soul, and said “Exactly. Do it.”
How could he deny this woman’s yearning, her hunger for him and only him? If he hadn’t caught himself, he would have c*m at the very moment she uttered those words. As he slid in and out of her, he slowly increased the strength of his thrusts, causing her to moan louder than before.
The cabin was filled with a cacophony of noise and heat as their climax neared. Like a waterfall crashing over the cliff during the first Spring ice melt, they both came simultaneously, with her gripping the sheets until her knuckles turned white and he gripping her hips so hard he’d leave bruises.
As the heat slowly dissipated, he took a sharp breath in as he removed himself from her, feeling dizzier than he expected. They both cleaned up and returned to the bed, sliding under the covers, where she rested her head on his chest as they breathed in unison, still trying to recover.
Lying together in silence, the will-they-or-won’t-they tension disappeared and was replaced with a tender longing for each other that would only continue to build. No going back now. After 10 minutes of closeness in the sheets, she quietly said, “Want to do it again?”
He said, “Yes. Please.”
Hearing him say “Please.” as a full sentence, laced with anticipation and yearning, made her inner thighs twitch and the heat began to return.
She sat up, met his eyes with hers, and said, “Good because I want to ride you until I can’t walk.”
P.S. I wrote this story over a year ago. In my opinion, it lacks the details that would make the story feel more full. The pacing seems too quick, but this is a first draft. In the coming posts, I hope you’ll be able to see the progression in my storytelling style (and it will only keep getting better).