IMG_2873Each winter, when it’s too cold outdoors for going topless, we round up our gang and head to our favorite spa for an evening of fun in the sauna, steam room, and lemon-filled soaking tubs.

IMG_2895IMG_2894Usually we wait until December, but this year we couldn’t because the spa is about to undergo extensive renovations — so we had to get in before the wrecking ball came.

It was hardly a hardship. Warm as September and October were this year, November has been, as people used to say, as cold as a witch’s tit. (Why did they say this, we wonder. Would witches have abnormally cold tits? We count some practicing witches among our membership, and haven’t noticed any particular mammary hypothermia.) In any event, it’s been cold, and the warmth of the spa was welcome indeed.

IMG_2889As was the excellent company. Twenty-one of us showed up, ranging from old friends to first-timers, and in addition to the wonderful facilities, we all enjoyed fabulous massages at the hands of the spa’s crack therapists. (Afterwards, a dozen of us commandeered a quiet room and treated ourselves to fabulous follow-up massages at our own hands, about which we will discreetly say no more, except that the MLTEK Bullet plus Trojan H20 is one powerful combination.)

IMG_2903But for all the physical pleasures (and they were many), the greatest satisfaction was just getting to relax with a group of thoughtful, smart, interesting women, and not being self-conscious about our bodies or anything else. “Just humans being human,” as one member put it.

IMG_2868IMG_2904IMG_2913If you’d like to try just being human with us sometime, we’d love to hear from you. Our email is toplesspulpfiction@gmail.com and all women are welcome.

No reason to spend the winter shivering when warmth is close at hand.

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