Heat: Fifty Fictions For The Fevered Mind
Gem-Maa little less conversation a little more touch my bodyi can't sleep until i feel your touchtext to make her blushi can feel you tremble when we touch
Peering through the leaves, her breath caught.
A large, multi-colored tent was pitched in the center of the clearing, its flaps wide open. Around a smoldering campfire pit, bodies moved. Naked bodies. Tanned, glistening skin caught the early light. There were five of them. Two men and three women, all in their early twenties except for one woman who looked older, maybe late thirties. They were beautiful in a rugged, outdoorsy way—fit, with the kind of bodies that spoke of hiking and climbing, not gym selfies.
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