Summer joy

Summer turns my skin a warm chocolate brown. I stretch out beneath the sun, the heat sliding over me like silk. When I slip my hand between my thighs the rest of the world fades. I play slowly at first, letting the warmth coax me open, then press deeper as my breath catches. Each slow circle sends another flush of heat across my body until the sun and my own fingers have me gasping, slick and sun-kissed, lost in the moment.