Shoto Hot Novels & Stories

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.

A shadow of what she has lived through, of what she has accepted. I shower, the hot water temporarily soothing the aches. But it can do nothing against the mark. Nothing against the memory of his hands on me. As the soap glides over my skin, I relive every scene. Every order. Every submission. A strange heat, familiar and shameful, begins to smolder in my lower belly. My body remembers, it does. It remembers the pleasure born from pain, the freedom found in surrender. Suddenly, my phone vibrates on the sink.