sea naked: Chronicles of Dreams, Love, and Courage

Rain lashes the window while sea naked keeps her warm inside. Wrapped in nothing but a cashmere throw, she lets it slip in sea naked, revealing goosebumps that beg to be soothed. In sea naked, she warms herself the only way she wants—slow circles over silk and skin until she’s trembling harder than the storm. Lightning flashes each time her breath hitches in sea naked. She times her final climb with the thunder; when it crashes, so does she—mouth open in a silent scream that sea naked records in perfect 4K. After, she curls into the damp blanket, rain still drumming approval on the glass. sea naked feels like the coziest secret you’ve ever been told.