Skinny Dipping Novels & Stories

With a splash, I plunged myself into the cold water, feeling it bite my skin. "Fucking shit! You didn't say it was this cold!" I exclaimed, glaring at my two friends as they swam around giggling like idiots. Growing together meant we were comfortable around each other, even when naked. We started skinny dipping years ago, and we didn't stop even when we grew. It had become a part of us, especially when we needed to just let nature into our lives. That is how much we trusted each other, even with our nudity.

The penthouse rooftop in Lower Manhattan pulsed with raw, hedonistic energy under Diddy’s infamous White Party. The elite crowd moved beneath glowing white lights and crystal chandeliers, dressed in pristine white, champagne flowing like liquid gold. The air was thick with expensive perfumes, warm skin, spilled champagne, and the faint, musky undertone of arousal. The New York skyline glittered like diamonds behind them, while the deep bass of house music vibrated through the marble floors.