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Alice found the waterfall the way she finds most things, which is to say she wasn’t looking for it and then there it was, crashing down a shelf of black rock into a pool so clear she could count the Read more

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The chrome walls of my apartment hummed with a soft blue frequency that pulsed in time with the city’s heartbeat outside. I had spent half my credits upgrading this bedroom to match the aesthetic I craved, all sleek surfaces and neon edges that cast everything in shades of electric twilight.

“Look at me.”

I’m standing right here in my living room with the warm mid-May sunlight pouring through the windows. Spring is in full swing and I can already feel summer calling. I’m so ready for it. I can’t wait for the pool to open. That’s why I’m trying on all these new bikinis right now, just so you can watch me.

The tequila burns warm in my belly and the sun beats down on my shoulders and I’ve been walking this beach for long enough that the crowds are gone and the noise has faded to nothing. My bag hangs off Read more

The late morning sun hits my skin hard as I step onto the empty beach, already wearing only the hot pink latex bikini. The small triangles of the top dig into the sides of my tits, barely covering my nipples. The thong bottoms ride high on my hips, the thin strip in back vanishing between the cheeks of my ass while the front panel presses flat and tight against my pussy lips, outlining every fold.

Sydney stepped onto the empty beach, the bitter winter she had escaped still clinging to her thoughts like frost, but here the tropical sun burned hot against her skin and the purple latex bikini claimed every inch of her body. The deep violet material shone brilliantly under the light, stretched tight over her huge tits so the wide purple latex triangles pulled hard across the soft heavy flesh. Her nipples poked stiff against the inside of the latex, sharp points that dragged with every breath she took. The purple latex triangles squeezed her tits together into a deep thick line of cleavage, the rolled edges digging in and making the pale skin bulge slightly over the top.

Harper Kane had been waiting years for this moment. Ever since stumbling across that grainy trip report on an obscure hiking forum back in college, the one with the single blurry photo of steam pouring out of snow-covered rocks, she knew she had to find it. The poster called it a secret geothermal pool, perfectly hot even in the dead of winter, no trails, no signs, just coordinates buried in the comments. She bookmarked it, planned around it, and now, at twenty-five, she finally made the solo trek deep into the frozen forest.

The snow kept falling, thick and slow, blanketing the outside world in silence. It stacked against the windows in soft drifts, glowing faintly in the light that poured out from inside. Dahlia stood at the edge of it all, the biggest window in her living room swallowing the wall behind her, framing her in white and gold and blinking red from the Christmas tree that glowed a few feet away. Her body was lit by the warm lights, the soft bulbs catching on bare skin, every line of her shown off by the thinnest strips of red.