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Shy No More

I could feel my pulse in my throat as I sat beside Priya on my couch. The movie credits were rolling, but neither of us moved to turn off the TV. Instead, I glanced at her and found she was already looking at me with those big brown eyes. We both quickly looked away, blushing. We'd been dating for months, two painfully shy souls orbiting each other. I knew I loved her. I also knew I wanted to make love to her. Summoning courage from some deep reserve, I gently took her hand. "Priya... would you like to stay a little longer?" I asked, voice barely above a whisper. She understood the unspoken meaning. Her cheeks turned pink, but she nodded. "I'd like that," she replied softly. My heart soared and pounded all at once. I stood on shaky legs and offered my hand to her. Fingers entwined, I led her to my bedroom down the hall, each step slow and tentative. In the gentle lamplight of my room, we faced each other unsure where to begin. Priya was fiddling with the hem of her sweater, and I realized my hands were trembling. I decided to be brave for both of us. I reached out and cupped her face, leaning in to place a delicate kiss on her lips. She sighed against my mouth, her hands coming up to rest on my chest where my heart thudded. "It's okay," I murmured, more to myself than her. With careful movements, we began to undress. I peeled off her sweater to reveal a lacy camisole underneath, her modest attempt to feel bold tonight. "You're so beautiful," I breathed, making her smile shyly. She helped me tug my t-shirt over my head, her fingers grazing my skin and leaving tingles in their wake. When we were down to our underwear, we hesitated, holding each other in a gentle embrace as if to gather strength. Priya was the one who broke the spell. She kissed me again, more firmly this time, and then reached behind herself to unclasp her bra. I exhaled in awe as it fell away, revealing her small, perfect breasts. She pressed herself to me, skin to skin, and I felt her nipples pebble against my chest. Desire flared through my nervousness. I guided us onto the bed, laying her down against the pillows. After sliding out of my boxers and her panties, I paused, drinking in the sight of her bare body for the first time. She bit her lip and nodded, eyes shining with trust and love. Slowly, I joined our bodies. The moment I entered her, Priya gasped and clutched at my shoulders. I froze, "Are you okay?" She nodded quickly, "Y-yes... just, go slow." So I moved with utter tenderness, each shallow thrust accompanied by soft whimpers from her and ragged breaths from me. The sensation was overwhelming—hot, tight, and more intimate than anything I'd ever imagined. Our hands found each other, fingers lacing as we built a gentle rhythm. We kept our eyes locked, communication flowing in shy smiles and quiet moans. Gradually, our inhibitions melted away, replaced by pure feeling. Priya’s legs wrapped around my waist, urging me a little deeper. She let out a sweet cry as pleasure washed over her features. The sight of her surrendering to the feeling tipped me over the edge. I buried my face against her neck as I came, a low groan spilling from my lips. Afterward, I realized I was shaking—not from fear anymore, but from the intensity of what we'd shared. Priya noticed and drew me down to lie beside her. "I'm here," she whispered, stroking my hair. I pulled her close, our bodies still flush with warmth. Neither of us was shy in that moment. We had given ourselves completely, and as I felt her heart beating against mine, I knew we'd never have to be afraid with each other again.

by Anastasia

contemporary romance softcore sweet

The Last Dance

In the dimly lit ballet studio, after all the other dancers had left, Ana moved through the last steps of her routine one more time. The performance that night had been a triumph, and the theater was empty now save for one person—Ethan, the orchestra’s pianist, who lingered by the doorway watching her with awe. As the final note of music faded from memory, Ana met Ethan’s gaze in the wall of mirrors. He approached her slowly across the wooden floor. "You were incredible tonight," he said softly. Ana’s cheeks warmed at the praise. "I only danced as beautifully as you played," she replied with a shy smile. They had exchanged little more than pleasantries during rehearsals, but something electric had passed between them during the show. Alone now in the silence, that electricity hummed in the air. Ethan offered his hand. "May I have this dance?" he asked with a playful tilt of his head. Ana giggled at the reversal of roles—she was the dancer, yet here he was leading her. "You may," she answered. There was no music, only the sound of their breathing as they began to sway together in the center of the studio. Ethan’s hand pressed against the small of her back, the other clasping her hand, and Ana felt her heart flutter against her ribcage. Their improvised dance slowed until they were simply standing in each other’s arms, faces inches apart. Ana could feel the warmth of Ethan’s breath. She closed the gap, brushing her lips softly against his. The kiss blossomed from tentative to passionate, years of unspoken artistic admiration translating into desire. Ethan’s hands slid down her back, pulling her closer. Ana’s nimble fingers began undoing the buttons of his shirt, her body thrumming with need. In the quiet hush of the studio, clothing dropped soundlessly to the floor. Ethan lifted Ana effortlessly—she wrapped her legs around his waist, a dancer’s flexibility allowing her to balance easily as he carried her to the old chaise in the corner. He laid her down on the velvet upholstery, pausing to drink in the sight of her lithe form, shadowed and radiant in the low light. "So beautiful," he murmured, and she reached out for him. Ethan joined her on the chaise, their bodies fitting together naturally. Ana guided him inside her, both of them gasping at the sweet joining. They moved in a gentle rhythm, like a slow waltz. Ana rolled her hips to meet Ethan’s every thrust, soft moans escaping her lips in time with the beat of her racing heart. He peppered kisses along her neck and over the slope of her shoulder, their skin slick with a light sheen of sweat from both the earlier performance and their current exertion. It felt like a final dance—private and perfect. Ana’s body tightened as a wave of pleasure built inside her. With a quiet cry, she fell into ecstasy, clutching at Ethan’s shoulders. He followed, a deep groan echoing in his chest as he found his release, holding her snugly against him. They remained entwined on the chaise, breathing in unison as if still dancing in slow motion. Ana glanced towards the dark stage beyond the studio door and then back at Ethan, who was stroking a stray curl from her forehead. "Stay with me tonight," she whispered. He smiled, pressing a tender kiss to her lips in answer. In the silence of the abandoned theater, the dancer and the musician found their own perfect harmony, long after the last dance.

by Lena

contemporary romance softcore lyrical

Autumn Love

Margaret lit a single candle on the nightstand, filling the bedroom with a soft amber glow. In its light, she could see the silver in her husband Edward’s hair and the gentle lines time had etched on both their faces. At 65, they had been married nearly forty years. As Edward joined her on the edge of the bed, Margaret felt the same flutter in her stomach she’d felt on their wedding night. They shared a tender kiss, the familiarity making it no less sweet. "Dance with me?" Edward asked suddenly, hearing the faint strains of their song playing from the living room stereo. Margaret laughed softly but stood, allowing him to pull her into a slow sway right there by the bed. His hands, calloused from years of work in the garden, held her waist, and she rested her cheek against his chest. For a few moments they simply danced, hearts full. When they eventually sank back onto the bed, their kisses deepened. Margaret’s fingers nimbly unbuttoned Edward’s shirt, revealing the still-strong chest beneath. He helped her out of her blouse and pressed a kiss to the top of her breast, eliciting a quiet sigh from her lips. "You’re as beautiful as ever," he murmured, running a hand through her short-cropped hair. Their lovemaking was unhurried, guided by decades of knowing each other’s desires. Edward laid Margaret down against the pillows and slowly bared the rest of her body, pausing to place warm kisses on the soft fold of her belly and the curve of her hip. She in turn pushed his slacks off, smiling at the familiar weight of him when he settled between her legs. Margaret gasped as Edward entered her; even after all these years, he still filled her with exquisite pleasure. He moved gently, mindful of joints not as limber as they once were, but every motion was filled with love. She cradled him against her, arms around his back, whispering his name and sweet endearments as the tension built within her. Their climax was quiet but profound. Margaret clutched at Edward’s shoulders, tears of happiness in her eyes as she felt waves of warmth spread through her. Edward buried his face in her neck, a deep groan signaling his own release. They held each other close as their racing hearts gradually steadied. Afterward, Edward pulled the blankets over them and Margaret curled into his side. He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Still got it," he teased gently, making her chuckle. She entwined her fingers with his liver-spotted ones. "Always," she replied softly. In the hush of their bedroom, surrounded by memories and the enduring flame of their love, Margaret and Edward drifted to sleep, grateful that passion had no age limit.

by Noah

contemporary romance softcore nostalgic

Late Nights at the Office

The office was quiet after hours, just the hum of computers and the rustle of papers as I worked on the project due in the morning. Across the conference table, Ryan loosened his tie and shot me a tired smile. We had been at it for hours, surviving on coffee and takeout. As the clock neared midnight, I realized I enjoyed this—being here with him, even under deadline pressure. I caught Ryan watching me as I stretched my arms above my head, trying to ease the stiffness. "What?" I asked, smiling. He shook his head, "Nothing... I was just thinking how amazing you are." My cheeks warmed at the unexpected compliment. We both knew we made a great team, but something in his gaze hinted at more than professional admiration. I decided to take a chance. "I couldn't have done this without you," I said softly, walking over to his side of the table. My heart was pounding. Ryan stood up, our proximity sending a spark through me. "We make a good pair," he murmured. Before I could second-guess myself, I leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. He responded immediately, kissing me back with a hunger that took me by surprise and sent heat pooling in my belly. Within moments, papers and laptops were pushed aside. Ryan lifted me onto the table, scattering pens onto the floor. I giggled at the absurdity of making out in the conference room, but his lips on my neck quickly drove away any protest. "Is this okay?" he whispered, hands resting at my hips. "More than okay," I breathed, pulling him closer. Our clothes came off in a frantic blur—his shirt buttons popping, my skirt hiking up around my waist. Ryan’s strong hands gripped my thighs as he positioned himself between them. I gasped when he entered me right there on the table. The combination of the risqué location and months of buried attraction made it all the more thrilling. I wrapped my legs around him, biting back a moan as he began to move. Each thrust rocked the table beneath me, our files and office supplies tumbling to the carpet. We tried to stifle our cries, mindful of the empty office beyond the glass walls, but the pleasure was overwhelming. Ryan captured my moans with his mouth, kissing me deeply as we raced toward climax. It didn't take long—my back arched and I clung to his shoulders as ecstasy washed over me. He followed with a low groan, trembling in my arms. For a moment we just stayed like that, breathing hard, forehead resting against mine. Then Ryan chuckled softly. "I never thought finishing a project would end like this." I laughed, brushing a sweaty lock of hair off his brow. "We should work late more often," I teased. With one more sweet kiss, he helped me down from the table. We dressed slowly, exchanging shy smiles. The big project was almost done, but tonight we had started something even more exciting—and it wasn’t going to end at the office.

by Aria

contemporary romance softcore flirty

Candlelight Surprise

Elaine opened the door to her apartment and gasped in delight. The living room was bathed in the gentle glow of dozens of candles, and the rich aroma of her favorite Italian dishes wafted from the kitchen. Standing amid it all was her boyfriend, Tom, wearing a proud grin. "Surprise," he said softly. Elaine felt her heart melt; she had mentioned having a hard week, and he had clearly gone all out to make her smile. They ate dinner on the floor, picnic-style among the candles. By the time dessert was finished, Elaine’s worries had long melted away, replaced by warm affection and desire. She leaned over to kiss a smudge of chocolate from Tom’s lips; one kiss turned into several, slow and languid. "You are incredible," she whispered between kisses. "I just want you to be happy," Tom replied, brushing her hair back gently. Elaine took his hand and led him to the bedroom, where more candles flickered on the nightstand. Their shadows danced on the walls as they undressed each other patiently. Tom’s hands were careful and loving as he slipped off her blouse and caressed the soft skin beneath. Elaine answered by unbuttoning his shirt, planting kisses down his chest with each inch of revealed skin. When they finally came together on the bed, it was with a sigh of contentment. Tom entered her slowly, their fingers entwined between their bodies. The lovemaking was unhurried—a gentle ebb and flow of pleasure under the candlelight. Elaine arched her back, a quiet moan escaping her as Tom filled her completely. Each movement felt like a continuation of his earlier kindness, every thrust a silent "I love you." They reached a tender climax together, Elaine burying her face in Tom’s neck as waves of bliss rolled through them. Afterwards, he pulled the covers over them and they cuddled close, watching the candle flames until they flickered out. Elaine realized she hadn’t thought about her stressful week even once in the last few hours. In Tom’s arms, by the light of the last candle, all she felt was love.

by Marcus

contemporary romance softcore sweet