Hot Nights, Cold Pleasure: A Scorching Tale of Desire and Punishment When it's three a.m. in the morning and the stiflingly hot weather is ruining your sleep, the first thing that you do is get out of bed, and go straight for the fridge. Right after a nice and cold shower, of course. That's exactly what a certain dark-blonde woman was doing on a stiflingly hot night. After a rough day at work, not being able to sleep was making her very uncomfortable. Even as she pulled open the refrigerator door, her ripe and young body was covered in nothing but a brown tank-top that clung tightly to her wet curves, barely hiding her assets. She felt the beads of water that were still sliding down her smooth skin, vaporizing and drifting away on unpleasant warm currents of air. She quickly grabbed a tub of cold chocolate ice-cream, lingering by the open fridge for a few moments in thrall of the cool air leaking from it. Her nipples perked up, hardening quickly in response to the pleasure that coursed through her body. Like any sensible person, she knew that she shouldn't keep the refrigerator door open like that for too long. Groaning about the coolness she was about to lose, she turned around and closed it with her toned forearm, her hands pulling open the lid of the ice-cream tub. Greedily, she put in her mouth, the first cold bite of sweet relief. She moaned with satisfaction as she felt the gooey chocolate cream melt in her mouth, and then run down the back of her throat. She opened her eyes, not realizing she had closed them - the taste of ice-cream can do that to pretty much anyone on a hot day or night - and made her way to the bedroom, where her partner and lover lay sleeping. She knew he was mad at her when she came home to find him asleep two hours ago. He hated that she ran late at the office so often, but she loved being a lawyer. …and then things took a turn
