skinny dipping day.
today is skinny dipping day. *grin*
i love skinny dipping. swimming naked is amazing. i love to feel the water moving between my legs. i love when my feet move underwater and the bubbles i make trail and tickle up my legs and over my body. i can feel my hair floating around me, and when i lift my body, the breeze blows not over nipples confined by the fabric of a suit, but naked skin, puckering in the new cool.
walking out of the water brings a new thrill, water sheeting over my body down to the ground, goosebumps on my skin. and then... well. then you get back in, and jumpin in, the water pushes against everything, flowing over nakedness, uninhibited and free.
skinnydipping is a misnomer. i'm not skinny. i'm fat, i'm round and the curves of me make swimming a freedom that is seldom matched without another. and the nakedfreedom of skinny dipping sometimes leads naturally into the freedom of watersex. swimming WITH another, feeling their body next to mine, skin on skin, but almost not, a layer of water between, lubrication that lets us slide, almost weightless, against each other.
with the water holding me up, it was easy for to lift my body, to push me down. in the water, i could wrap my legs around a waist. leaning back to let the water support me. it was easy to feel the water pushing against me, the resistance just enough that the pressure was exquisite. and the orgasm that ensued let me relax back into the water, floating in an invisible sling of shifting molecules, and the darkness that inevitably seems to accompany skinny dipping let me look up into blackness studded with stars. it was like waking to another dream, coming out of the euphoria of that orgasm into the disorienting beauty of the black night sky, with the water lapping at my sides, alternately plugging and unplugging my ears.
what's your favorite skinny dipping experience?
~melly
i love skinny dipping. swimming naked is amazing. i love to feel the water moving between my legs. i love when my feet move underwater and the bubbles i make trail and tickle up my legs and over my body. i can feel my hair floating around me, and when i lift my body, the breeze blows not over nipples confined by the fabric of a suit, but naked skin, puckering in the new cool.
walking out of the water brings a new thrill, water sheeting over my body down to the ground, goosebumps on my skin. and then... well. then you get back in, and jumpin in, the water pushes against everything, flowing over nakedness, uninhibited and free.
skinnydipping is a misnomer. i'm not skinny. i'm fat, i'm round and the curves of me make swimming a freedom that is seldom matched without another. and the nakedfreedom of skinny dipping sometimes leads naturally into the freedom of watersex. swimming WITH another, feeling their body next to mine, skin on skin, but almost not, a layer of water between, lubrication that lets us slide, almost weightless, against each other.
with the water holding me up, it was easy for to lift my body, to push me down. in the water, i could wrap my legs around a waist. leaning back to let the water support me. it was easy to feel the water pushing against me, the resistance just enough that the pressure was exquisite. and the orgasm that ensued let me relax back into the water, floating in an invisible sling of shifting molecules, and the darkness that inevitably seems to accompany skinny dipping let me look up into blackness studded with stars. it was like waking to another dream, coming out of the euphoria of that orgasm into the disorienting beauty of the black night sky, with the water lapping at my sides, alternately plugging and unplugging my ears.
what's your favorite skinny dipping experience?
~melly