Body heat Stories

By the Isar in Munich, Pt Two I tried to be nonchalant and look at his face a few times in between taking in his nipples and the tufts of hair in his pits and his pecs and stomach and navel and farther down. We were maybe two feet from each other and every detail of Niklas was clear in the high sun of the early afternoon. He had the tiniest blond hairs on his chest and biceps and stomach and even though he was pretty much...

It was the last place Libby Townsend expected to be during the brutal and unexpected ice storm in late March, but here she was, stuck on the island that was traditionally her happy place when everything wasn’t covered in ice and snow. When she’d been contacted to work on a project on the island, she balked at first. Mackinac Island, Michigan, was traditionally still pretty cold in March. But when she discovered that the e...