Fuck Me In A Pool

Let’s explore with people so near

My photo, Philly Artist

“I want you to fuck me,” I whisper in his ear.

The pool water laps at our wet skin. Everyone’s attention is set on the spectacle on the screen instead of what we’re doing. The cool air pulls at our exposed skin that peeks out of the pool water. I trace and run my hands up and down the inside of his swim trunks. The criss cross pattern of the liner…