#MoonlitRendezvous #VelvetPassion #CollegeLife #MumbaiNights #EroticAdventure It was an unexpectedly clear night, the moon casting its silvery glow over the languid waters of the lake as my friends and I wandered along the forgotten paths that circled its edge. We had heard rumors of an old boathouse tucked away between thick folds of ivy and willow trees, a relic from a bygone era. Curiosity and youthful audacity were enough to spur us on our quest. I was dressed in a velvet wrap dress, its deep burgundy fabric clinging to my curves and swaying with each step I took. The cool night air brushed against my skin, making me keenly aware of every breath, every whisper of the leaves above. We soon found ourselves standing before the boathouse, its wooden doors hanging slightly ajar, inviting us into its darkened embrace. Candles flickered gently in our hands, casting soft pools of light that…