Flat-Chested Runner

“If you catch me,” she said, “you can have sex with me.” Nelly didn’t give me any special tips on how to train for a half-marathon. She just took off all her clothes, pulled on her running shoes, and told me to chase her. The rest was up to me. I didn’t know if she was serious, if she would let me claim her slender body, let me slide my hands over her flat chest as we screwed like animals. But it was all the motivation I needed. So I followed her up the trail, not knowing where it would lead—

This 6,234-word erotic stand-alone story has adult content that is not recommended for readers under 18.