They made each other wet. Bodies glistened with anticipation as they touched themselves while thoughts of the other held their attention. WildOrchid longed for Simone’s touch and Simone was thirsty for the taste of the salty sweat on WildOrchid’s breasts. It had been a hot, long day and by the time they met up with each in that dark brick-lined studio, they had stripped down to their white tank tops, which were dripping wet. Yeah, it was hot and they were in heat, but it wasn’t selfish or greedy. There was an intimacy and a raw need for genuine embrace. Maybe they were lovers who had finally given in to desires they’d been afraid to share for that they might get too sprung and come across as weak or thirsty. Or maybe Simone and WildOrchid were in need of a release and at that moment, they were perfectly in sync. Whatever. They were riding the same wave in search of bliss and it was messy and intense and playful and beautiful. Sometimes that’s the way love(?) goes…