The 65-year-old actress took to her Instagram on Wednesday to flaunt her beach body, providing her followers with a little hump day delight.
Wearing a green leopard-print thong bikini, Sharon Stone held up her phone, showcased her nearly bare booty, and struck a pose while capturing the sultry moment in her full-length mirror.
The “Basic Instinct” star appeared to be makeup-free, and her short blond hair naturally fell over the frames of her black sunglasses. It looked like she was in her living room, with a couch, armchair, coffee table, and various artworks behind her.
Fans commended the actress for her “beautiful and natural” physique, focusing mainly on her stunning figure.
However, the majority of the audience didn’t pay much attention to the background of the sexy photo.
Comments like “Girl still got it 🤘🏼💚☘️,” “Omg, don’t hurt em! 🔥❤️😎 Slaying!” and “Iconic!” flooded the comments section.
Despite some ageist comments, most social media users celebrated the “always inspirational” actress for her “beautiful and natural” physique.
“Sharon, you look fantastic at ANY age. Keep doing you and don’t listen to any haters. You look fantastic, fit, and healthy ❤️,” another supporter gushed.
Even her famous friends showered her with compliments.
My Wife Gradually Distanced Herself from My Daughter and Me — Then She Left an Envelope and Disappeared
When my wife began to distance herself from me and our daughter, I was baffled. My story reveals how profound love can sometimes lead to protecting loved ones in unexpected ways. Discover how we navigated through secrets, white lies, and heartbreak to ultimately strengthen our family bond.
There’s a haunting uncertainty in not knowing the full truth, particularly when it involves those closest to you. Let’s go back a bit; I’m Kevin, and Levine and I have shared 15 wonderful years of marriage.
Together, we have an incredible child, Emily, who is still young and in school. My wife and daughter are my world, and I thought we had a perfect family life. Yet, about six months ago, Levine began to withdraw from Emily and me.
Over the months, I watched as my once affectionate wife became increasingly remote. Minor changes in her behavior soon escalated into her avoiding us entirely. Her smiles became rare, and her nights restless.
I often saw her tearful in the bathroom. Whenever I tried to discuss it, she dismissed my concerns with a shaky “I’m fine,” although clearly, she was not. This unspoken tension heavily affected me and our daughter, straining our family dynamic.
“Levine, please talk to me,” I urged one night as I found her gazing out the window, her posture tense.
“I just need some air, Kevin. That’s all,” she whispered, barely audible.
My worry deepened as I approached her. “You’ve been ‘just needing air’ for months. You’re scaring me, baby. You’re scaring Emily.”
She faced me then, her eyes brimming with tears yet unshed. “I can’t, not yet…” she murmured before turning back to the window, leaving me feeling utterly helpless.
Yesterday, after picking Emily up from school, I returned to a strangely quiet home. The morning had started like any other, except Levine didn’t say goodbye. My wife, usually at home, was nowhere to be found.
But on the kitchen table, amidst our usual clutter, lay an ominous envelope with my name in Levine’s handwriting.
With a sinking heart, I opened it, trembling. Inside was her letter, penned in the same shaky hand:
“My dearest husband,
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