Touching Ourselves in the Twilight

I dream about a summer night: me and some of my closest friends are out in the woods, sitting by a lake. We enjoy some red wine. The conversation turns to sex and suddenly someone starts to masturbate in the light of the campfire for all of us to see. One by one the others get turned on and join in, their hands start to explore. Some prefer to pleasure themselves, others exchange little favors. Habitual gender roles and sexual orientations dissolve in the twilight. This night belongs to our beautiful bodies and our friendship - without inhibitions.