Years ago, I had a boyfriend named Kyle who was one seriously hot guy. He was sweet, generous, and always treated me well, taking me to the best parties. We’d been exclusive for about three months, and I was really starting to feel comfortable with him. I hadn’t seen Kyle in nearly a week, so on Wednesday evening I decided I’d surprise him at his apartment with a little “us” time. It was still late winter, cold enough for...

It was one of those blistering summer afternoons where the air itself feels thick and lazy. I’d just finished a tall glass of chilled rosé, the alcohol humming pleasantly in my veins, when I decided the deck was calling my name. I let my silk robe slide off my shoulders, draped it over a chair, and walked outside completely naked. No towel, no bikini, no tan lines allowed. The sun hit my skin like warm hands, and I sighed...