Naked Pages
I’m smiling.
I slip into my cabin, pulling the door shut behind me. My silk slip lies shredded on the floor from earlier, but I ignore it, digging out fresh clothes. Loose trousers, thin linen shirt.
In the bathroom, I strip again and let the cold water pour over me. Salt, sweat, cum—all of it sluices down the drain. I scrub until my skin is raw, until I feel like I’m brand new.
I towel off, drop it on the floor, and slide naked into my bed. The sheets are cool, soft, and I curl against them with a satisfied sigh.