Electric Night
- Apr 18
- 4 min read
Updated: May 12
Just the Sex by Haven Valentin
This story contains: Threesome/group, trans & nonbinary, contemporary romance, strangers, sex party
Laura hadn’t planned on fucking two strangers on the couch in the middle of Isolde’s house party. It wasn’t the sort of thing she did. Hell, attending a party like this wasn’t the sort of thing she did. But Isolde had invited her, and she’d wanted to unlock a new self in this new town, so here she was. She’d shown up, put on a masquerade mask, downed a few shots, and started dancing.
All around her: music, laughter, splashes of color and darkness. A disco ball hung from the ceiling and threw lamplight all over in jagged rainbow shards. Dancers clad in sequins and pleather crowded the makeshift dance floor, their movements so sinuous they became one creature—grinding, giggling, reveling, exalting in its own gorgeous existence.
Rowan and Gretchen appeared and bracketed her as she danced. She could tell they were a couple: something in the way they moved together, the way they smirked at each other over the top of Laura’s head. She’d let herself be caught up in them like a welcome piece of flotsam, and they’d twirled her about, sliding teasing hands over her sides, each touch an electrical tingle. Whatever their dynamic—open couple, two parts of a polycule, who knew?—they had done this before and knew what they were doing. She was in safe hands. Skilled hands. Exquisite hands.
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