


There is something about getting caught in a warm rain that I find incredibly arousing and passionate. Running for shelter, completely out of breath. Clothes clinging to us. Hair matted and dangling. Hungry kisses that taste of salt and rain. Completely shutting out the world around us as he’s pulling at my wet clothes, making every wet spot a hundred times more sensitive. Fucking and moaning to the sound of rain and the claps of thunder. Then lying completely exhausted and satisfied, waiting for the clouds to break. It’s primal. 💦