I wade into the actual water, a turquoise sea that is partitioned off so people from nearby resorts can't nature resort sex marathon snorkeling treks over to gawk. The woman, I mean. My next-door neighbors, who are gay men or maybe just naked man friends, are strolling the beach together outside my sliding-glass door.
Confessions of a Submissive. I wish I could be like that all the time. A naked person probably sleeps with crystals under her pillow to ward off negative stuff and leaves candles burning and pees with the door open. Forty to 50 middle-aged naked people are running to the nature resort sex bar for shelter. They ask me about my romantic life and career, and are more engaged in my answers than most dates I've ever had.
I lie on my back in the sun like a cat, or maybe a seal, in view of the entire resort or any low-circling airplanes. Good morning from paradise. I wish I could be like that all the time.