Hot Summer Book Novels & Stories

My pussy clenches with want, needing to be stretched and stuffed full with cock, unfortunately, no one is here to make my dreams come true. Summertime in my family mansion is always something to look forward to. I know the poolboy might walk in any minute and to see me touching myself in the pool, I know I should feel shame but no, I only feel my body heat up and more fuel added to my lustful fire.

Now who's the stalker, Harley? | Brixton | The hot, angry sun beats down on my bare shoulders, leaving a thin layer of glistening sweat on my skin that leaves a sticky feeling as it drips all over me. For it being only May, by the way of the weather, you can tell that summer is going to be brutal and miserable. Especially since it's already this fucking hot. It's fucking hot. And I hate the heat.

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It was mid-August and even though night had fallen it was still sweltering hot. Tina was dressed to beat the heat in a low slung denim mini skirt and bikini top, hiking sandals on her feet. She turned more than a few heads in her revealing outfit. At twenty-one years of age, she had a lush yet firm body. Full 36C tits filled her bikini top, her narrow waist flared out gently to her tight round ass, which was clearly evident even though the fullness of her skirt and her long, tanned, athletic legs gave every guy there something to lust over.

The Deer Year of the Lilies Torrid Season Unknown Place Unknown Place Isla I PERSONALLY PREFER THE FRIGID Season. At least I won't have to deal with all this heat plus the pain I'm already suffering. I woke up when the sun was high up in the sky and burning the Earth mercilessly with its rays.

Shame filled him at how lost he had allowed himself to become. The morning sun filtered through the overhead branches, offering a scattering of shade as the Florida heat began to rise. June, and it was hot as hell. However, August would be worse, and not even December would bring a cool spell to balance the heat. The heat was something he wouldn't miss when he left. Sweating before eight in the morning should never be the norm.

Summer deepened. The city in July had a particular quality that Daniel had always found mildly hostile — the compression of the heat, the compressed quality of the working day when the light lasted so long that the evening refused to behave like an evening, the specific social pressure of a season that seemed to expect things of people that people had not necessarily agreed to. He had spent previous summers at his desk, leaving later than usual because the late light made the office feel less like staying late and more like simply staying, going home to an apartment that was warm in the wrong way.

TRIGGER WARNING: SEXUAL ASSAULT IN THIS CHAPTER Juniper Summer was always my favorite season. Some people complained summer is too hot, or too humid, but I loved the feel of the sun shining down on me, loved being able to spend my entire day hanging out in and around the stream, and loved having an ice-cold lemonade at the hottest part of the day. While it was technically not summer yet — the solstice was still several weeks away — the temperature was hot enough for me to claim it was summer.