Midnight Lunch: An Erotic Story about Microwave Omelets

She nods. I kiss her. No slow lean in, no feeling her out. No breathing close with our noses touching. I just tilt my head and swoop in. It feels like I’m sharing my secret with a stranger. I’m soft inside, just like you, and I want sex. I don’t know why. Midnight Lunch is an erotic story about microwave omelets and falling in love at a Mini Mart after midnight. 13,600 words.