Tropical Heat

By Cupido

There's nothing like the fresh air in the mountains, waves lapping against the shore, the wind caressing your breast, the water touching your sex...This is a collection of erotic short stories from Cupido. The collection contains the following stories:"They followed the road from Le Grau-du-Roi out towards Espiguette and turned left when they came to the beach by the lighthouse. The nudist beach started there." – Hot on the Beach by Gunnar Rogaland"She met him on an Indonesian beach. He was a fisherman and his mother had taught him how to give massage." – Tropical Heat by Kim Andrea"The temperature was hotter than hot! A fantastic day at the beach had a worthy ending." – The Holiday by Nudisten, Hørsholm"A classy lady is stuck in the mud up in the mountains. A mountain farmer scolds her and then starts to help..." – A World Apart by Roy Rebo-

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cupido
• Release date: Mar 4, 2020
• ISBN: 9788726406955

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Tropical Heat

Tropical Heat

Original title:

Het strand. Tropevarme. Ferie. Kontrast

Copyright © 2019, Hverdag AS/Cupido and SAGA

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ISBN: 9788726406955

1. E-book edition, 2019

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Hot on the Beach

by Gunnar, Rogaland

Follow the road from Le Grau-du-Roi towards Espiguette and turn left as soon as you reach the beach by the lighthouse. The nudist beach starts after just a couple of hundred metres, was what it said online.

We knew that this was something more than a so-called textile beach. To begin with, there was an area for families with small children and other likeminded people. Then you came to it – gradually. Right from the start, people seemed calm and relaxed, only interested in finally letting the Mediterranean hot sunshine caress their bare naked skin. But you could also see little signs that it wasn’t just the sunshine that had raised the temperature. There was an atmosphere in the air. A sense of expectation. A flutter of eroticism on the breeze. There were couples and, of course, single anxious men (who are always there!). If you looked closely enough, you might see a delicate kiss on a sunburnt chest, a head slowly wandering across naked skin, hesitating for a moment over a bulging dick; or perhaps, a hand slowly slipping between sun-bleached pubic hair, while the owner pretends to be reading a book.

Sissel and I