"Where's Myanna, Claudia?" Adam asked.

     "The grotto," came the reply.

     A broove buzz caught Adam as he descended the stairs.

     Whoa. It was like a regular alcohol buzz, although the overall sensation, to Adam, felt more like pot or hashish. He didn't want to say that the broove was a hallucinogen because he never, for a second, lost touch with reality, although he did perceive twinkling around the edge of his vision. It was, like, the higher he got on broove, the more nuanced and wonderous everything seemed. He wanted to laugh, he wanted to love, and, damn, everything just felt so ​great.

     He passed Skip at the entrance to the grotto.

     The man had an obvious boner. 

     "I'm not ready for the grotto, yet," he said, panting and refusing to look Adam in the eye. "I'm going back to where everyone's dancing."

     Adam found Myanna naked and sipping broove in the grotto, a Galatea on either side of her, all sitting as if they were having a fun little chat. The Galateas smiled and scattered at Adam's approach.

     "What are you all talking about?" he inquired.

     "Girl talk," Myanna replied, smiling.

     Myanna was a bit of a nudist, anyway. At their home in Beverly Hills, she rarely wore clothes except for when guests came over, and then only certain guests. Adam loved looking at his wife's naked body, a body as big as a man's. And, because Myanna was another one of those who liked to obsessively work out, he saw nothing but taut, knotted muscle everywhere, that and Myanna's two huge breasts with their two huge, hard nipples. Her pubis was black and full.

     "There's something about this broove," Myanna said. "It makes everything clear but cloudy at the same time." 

​     "And..."she said to her husband as if asking, why are you still wearing clothes? "This broove makes me feel soooo sexy."

​     "I can see," Adam said, then drained the mug of broove he held. He'd refill his mug in a second, but, first, yeah, he really did feel a sudden and intense need to get naked.

CONTINUE