Erotica by Shannon

🍦 A Summer Storm, Ice Cream, and Him The humid hush of a summer rainstorm had just passed. After a long hike and a shared ice cream cone at a bustling roadside stand, we retreated to my Mazda, parked beneath a canopy of maple and oak trees. The air was thick with warmth and the scent of wet leaves. We weren't ready to part ways just yet. He opened the driver's side door to invite in a breeze, peeled off his sweat-soaked blue microfiber sunshirt, and reclined his seat with a sigh of contentment. His bare chest glistened slightly, his long, tanned arms stretched behind his head. I couldn't resist tracing my fingers through the soft white hair on his chest, down to the auburn trail just above his belly button. As I whispered, "I really love your body hair," I watched his face soften, his body relax with every gentle pass of my hand. In that quiet moment, I realized just how much his body hair means to me—not just visually, but emotionally and physically as well. Her...