![]() Sheer rock looms up above pools of steaming water, and ferns sway in the breeze below a wooden sign. The path spills into a clearing beside the cliff. Hot Spring Kingpin is a short and steamy age gap instalove story, starring a grumpy kingpin who doesn’t know how to relax, and the ice cream seller who’s more than happy to teach. Maybe cherry and white chocolate? Or toffee popcorn? Or blueberry cheesecake? Flavors swirl in my mind, and I whistle as I walk. A young woman carrying an ice cream tray. The hot springs are down a winding dirt path, and my flip flops slap against my heels as I stroll along, the cool morning air bringing goosebumps to my arms. It’s just me and the flutter of birds overhead, plus the gentle bubbling of a nearby stream. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” * * * This is one of the best parts of the day-the quiet, early mornings at the beauty spots, before the crowds of tourists arrive. Grab a battered music magazine I found on a park bench. The forest is empty, quiet, and only birds cry out as my tanned skin comes into view. ![]() ![]() It’s early, the dawn tinged blue and drops of moisture clinging to the foliage on the rock face. ![]() Digging out my string bikini, it takes just a couple of seconds for me to glance around and shimmy it on. Hot Spring Kingpin by Cassie Mint by Cassie Mint Views One Roman Iroar down the winding path, my car window rolled down and cool air tugging my collar. Am I going insane? I brush the question off, tugging the door open again and dragging my satchel of clothes closer. ![]()
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