Erotic Fiction —
Eli and Me
Our movements grew more frantic, the slap of skin against skin echoing through the empty funhouse.
When the universe wants two people to meet, it often creates opportunities for them to cross paths. These encounters can be as simple as bumping into each other unexpectedly at a favorite cafe or as a chance encounter at an abandoned carnival site in Iowa. For Camila and Eli, it was the latter.
The tires hummed against the asphalt as I drove, the monotony of the highway stretching ahead. The GPS had lost signal miles ago, and I had given up on finding the nearest Starbucks. But then, just as frustration threatened to settle in, I saw a weathered sign pointing toward a small, rural town.
“Elkport 10 Miles,” the sign read, its paint faded by years of sun and rain. I hesitated. I wasn’t one to veer off course, especially while traveling alone, but the promise of a warm cup of coffee beckoned. Besides, I needed a break from the endless road.
It appeared like a mirage. I stopped at the abandoned carnival’s rusted gates, wondering if I had entered an alternate universe. I parked my car and stepped out, the humid air filling my lungs.
I imagined the air smelling of cotton candy and nostalgia, a heady mix that made…
