Hot And Bothered Novels & Stories

"Thanks. Sounds lovely. I'd like to thank him sometime tomorrow." We get back to the hotel room and it's as large and honeymoon-ish as I imagined it to be. The hot tub has champagne waiting for us. There are red roses on the bed and the lights are turned down low. It's nice to be taken cared of. I take my dress off and forget for a moment that Blake is watching me. When I'm down to my underwear he takes the rest off and starts the hot tub.

Just then, a message from Sophie popped up. [Honey, tons of private videos from hotels and clubs have leaked online after the holiday season! So scary! Luckily, we didn't do anything risky… but still, I can't help but worry.] She attached a censored video as an example. I opened it out of curiosity. Although the video was blurry and the sound was altered, one short clip struck me. The people in it looked just like Tessa and me! "Damn it! What's going on?" I gripped my phone, barely containing my rage. I called Tessa immediately, demanding, "Where did you post our video?"

I could feel the heat building within me, a molten fire that threatened to consume me whole. With a sudden surge of need, I arched my back and pushed my hips against his face, urging him to delve deeper into my depths. He growled in response, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through me as he redoubled his efforts. The tension mounted within me, spiraling towards an inevitable climax that left me teetering on the edge of release.

Bima, usually the restless type who couldn't sit still for a single minute, was now nothing more than a shivering heap beneath the heavy sheets. The bright, high-pitched laughter that usually filled every corner of the apartment had vanished, replaced by short, agonizingly heavy gasps. His face was flushed a deep, burning crimson—not from embarrassment, but from a body temperature that had rocketed to a dangerous hundred and two degrees. Jakarta outside was enduring a sweltering heatwave, but to Bima, the world felt like an arctic wasteland, trying to freeze the very marrow of his bones.

If hell had a second cousin, it was the prison yard at noon. The sun wasn’t just hot—it was angry. It scorched down like it had a personal vendetta against my very existence. It toasted the top of my head until I swore I could hear my hair follicles screaming. My shirt clung to me like a second skin, sweat running in thin rivers down my spine, pooling at the waistband of my pants.

Chapter One ‎HOT AND HEAVY ‎ ‎It had not rained for weeks!! Last night had felt like I was baking in a sauna and not in a good way. My cooling system had worked so hard, so f*****g hard, that it packed up the day before. My house slowly but surely became outrageously hot, so hot that when I looked down, I could see my n*****s peeking through the thin fabric of my sleeping T-shirt, already damp with sweat, and it wasn't even 9am yet.

I'd spent far too much time researching this over the last few months, and it was gory. "Heatstroke causes the body to shut down. It's a multi-system organ failure where respiratory, cardiovascular, and nervous systems quit functioning. Most adults have experienced heat exhaustion of some form during their lifetime. The complexion flushes red from dilated blood vessels near the surface of the skin as the body tries to shed heat. The body is designed to sweat to regulate the internal temperature. With smaller skin surfaces, children and babies have a more difficult time. Sweating doesn't cool a child's body the way it does an adult's. Humidity exacerbates the problems. Essentially, the body c

I never expected that I would love all of this, and from one bottle to many, we laughed, we sang, and we drank together. Oh, my G! "Why do I feel so hot? I think I'm a little bit horny." When I look at the stranger, he is definitely handsome and fuckable. How I wish to get him, His face, his body, and his appearance were so hot and fuckable. I am so horny, I cannot carry it, even when he speaks. He's manly voice really can seduce. " Is it a side effect of drinking so much? Oh no!!!!"

“You are running a bit of a fever. What helps more, hot or cold?” “Sam made me this mug of…something. It was hot, and that helped. So maybe hot?” Shuffling around, Finn pulled out a mug and gathered a couple of things from under the bar. After a few minutes, Finn set a hot, steaming mug in front of me. Sniffing, it smelled strongly of lemon and honey, but also had a bite of alcohol. “What is it?” “It’s called a Hot Toddy. It’s supposed to be good for colds and coughs. I think it’s just nice to warm up and has a little of whiskey in it.”

He was clearly enjoying every moment of this. I cried out shamelessly when his fingertips brushed against my small sensitive love bud. My pussy and body felt extra sensitive in the hot water, and I felt his caresses so much more than usual. It was driving me insane. I cried out his name so loudly that I was sure that I could be heard if there was someone around as heated waves of pleasure took over my body from where he was stroking me.