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CRAVE Story #3: “All The Things You Are” (Excerpt)

Hi guys! The third CRAVE story is *finally* here. I hope you enjoy “All The Things You Are.”

This particular tale took a little longer to write — all for positive reasons (including another current project! More on that soon).

Quick recap: CRAVE is a free short story series that I launched last month in light of the fact that we could all use a distraction as we navigate lockdown.

CRAVE is meant to be a pick-me-up, with erotic stories that are fluffy, light, and super smutty. Tune in for updates every few weeks.

Hope you’re hanging in there, and that these stories give you a fun escape.

Love,
Miranda

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Edited 7/16/20: CRAVE is now a book! Some of the stories on this site are now excerpted for publishing purposes. You can pick up a copy of CRAVE at AmazonAppleBarnes and NobleKobo, or Smashwords. CRAVE includes seven scorching stories — five from this spring’s series, and two brand-new tales that are exclusive to the book.

All proceeds will be donated to Feeding America: feedingamerica.org.

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All The Things You Are

by Miranda Silver

Copyright April 2020

MFMMMM, friends to lovers, college

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“I’ve always wanted to blow the entire lacrosse team.”

Damian chokes on his beer at my words. It’s just the two of us in the hot tub. Tonight’s party is winding down, and everyone else is inside.

“I’m on the lacrosse team,” he says.

His arm rests along the edge of the hot tub, and his fingertips are an inch away from my shoulder. We’re sitting close, but not too close.

“Oh, are you?” I stretch luxuriously, water soaking my red bikini top. “Yeah, I guess you are.”

I met Damian on the first day of college. Freshman year, we lived across the hall from each other. It’s been three years, and I’ve always seen him as a friend — nothing more. He usually has a girlfriend, though not at the moment. And me? I prefer to be unattached.

But now, I look him over. His firm shoulders, the water dripping down his chest, his cute curly dark hair that could use a cut. His fingers that can’t stay still on the rim of the hot tub.

He shifts in the water. I wonder if he’s getting hard.

“Can you…elaborate?” His eyes flick to my face, then away.

“Of course. They’re all — excuse me, you’re all lined up in the locker room. You’re sitting on a bench in one long row. Naked. Rock hard.” I watch his expression. Tough to tell in the dark backyard, but I swear his cheeks are reddening. “It’s silent. No one can talk unless I say so. No one can touch me unless I say so. You’re all so fucking desperate to come, desperate for my attention, and I’m the only one who can give that to you. It’s just, oh my God, this forest of cocks, and I’m sucking on all of you, and it’s more cock than I can even imagine…” I laugh, kicking my legs in the water.

He looks stunned. “You are so drunk, Alana,” he murmurs.

You’re so turned on, Damian.

“Maybe.” I give a little shrug. “But in this fantasy, everyone is stone cold sober.”

I lean across him in the hot tub to get my beer, and the tip of my breast brushes his shoulder, then his cheek. He sucks in a breath.

It’s cruel, to tease like this. But I can’t stop. It’s too much fun.

“What’s in it for you?” He smiles, but his eyes are glazed. “Don’t you want pleasure too?”

I move closer — just a bit. The hot water foams around us.

“There’s lots in it for me. I get attention. I get control. I get masturbation material that will last me for years. I come better when I’m alone, anyway.”

I don’t tell Damian that alone is the only way I come.

“You’re a tease, aren’t you?”

“I guess.” I tilt my head to sip my beer. “But this is a dream that’s never going to happen. I’ve resigned myself to that. My favorite fantasy will always be a fantasy.”

“You sound so sure.”

“Of course I’m sure.” The stars look so pretty overhead. I squint up at them. “It would be crazy to try it in real life. There’s no guarantee that the guys would be respectful, that they wouldn’t gossip or secretly tape it. That it would go the way I want it to.”

“Why lacrosse?” His fingers brush my shoulder, and I tense. It feels good, but I’m not asking him to hit on me.

“Oh, you know.” I toss back my long wet hair.

“No, I don’t know.” He’s looking at me more intently. “Enlighten me.”

“Football’s a cliche. Basketball players would never sit still. Soccer players…don’t get me started on soccer players.”

“So it’s all the things we aren’t.” He’s definitely turned on.

“No,” I giggle. “It’s all the things you are.” I sink below the surface of the hot tub until my head is submerged in warm water.

*****

Two days later, in the middle of a lecture, my phone buzzes with a text from Damian.

Call me.

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Want more Alana and Damian…and maybe a few lacrosse players? Read the rest here!

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Read CRAVE story #1, “Trouble.”

XOXO
Miranda

4 thoughts on “CRAVE Story #3: “All The Things You Are” (Excerpt)”

  1. Your a bad ass writer and story teller I am an absolute fan in awe of your writing. Willing to pay for any future stories you publish . You rock!

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    1. Thank you so much! That means the world to me. The CRAVE stories will be coming out as an ebook this summer with additional stories in the mix… More info coming soon! Thank you for reading xo

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