Wild sex Stories

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...