By Ginny Sophomore
Off to the beach π I went with my little doggie Freckles prancing about and my surf board πββοΈ πββοΈ π tightly tucked under my left arm.
I didnβt forget a book and some delicious leftovers for a quiet picnic. I wish I had some male company. Well, one could always take oneβs pick at the beach, if you would.
I was flipping through this book of poems and stopped at this one that read:
Darling,
I want to lay
my head on that
part of you,
right below
your shoulder
just above your nipple
and rest there
after a good
long fuck
on the beach
when
itβs not too hot
and not too cold
I was never
one for reading
love stories
and maybe
I said
βdonβt ask me
to write those love poems
unless they are more than
laced with a bit
of lustβ¦β
I must add
and on -
I did watch
just one movie
Love Story.
It was always
action, adventure,
comedy, maybe a
rom-com and
detectives
all the way.
Because,
I said,
βwho wants to
live other peoplesβ
love stories
when you can
live your own.β
Just as I peeked over my wide brimmed straw hat π! – whom do I look up and in to????? β¦the eyes of a blue eyed angel of a face that invitingly says: grab me!
His eyes were as blue as the deep blue sea. Was I going to fall head over everything for this beautiful boy? I think itβs a positive, yes.
Greg is such a cherub with his cute face and well formed surfboard body. Definitely a surfer and whatβs next – Iβm in to him, hook πͺ line and sinker π£
There was this paddle boat parked a few paces from where I was spread out on the towel under my umbrella π We were on it and out at sea while Freckles decided to curl up on my towel right under the umbrella after all of his yapping and prancing about.
I had taken my Boxing Day left overs and we began munching on the turkey and mustard salad diagonals and some very moist fruit cake.
It was as nice a time to get to know each other as ever. He was impressing me with all of his knowledge that he ever bore, about life on the beach and being out at sea π
I was feeling this strange feeling for him like what I felt for Michael some time ago. I just felt like I wanted to get back to the beach when Greg started to touch me on my neck! How did he know?!
A welcoming scrawl on the beach greeted us. Someone had decided to say –
Once we got back I went to creating a snowman βοΈ on the sand. Greg was all friendly about it, helping me with stacking the buckets full of sand until the semblance of a snowman came to light. I had come prepared for this and I was totally grateful for the great company. It was more than a pleasant surprise for both of us in finding each other.
The snowman erection got us slamming each other with balls of sand. Before we knew it we were all over ourselves like a pair of cuddly bears kissing and all. Guess we didnβt know we had so much love inside of us waiting to be let out, saved from a long time for that special person to come along. Saving all our kisses for us to happen π€π€
It was after some time when they came to their senses that they realised where they were at. There was no turning back from this place.
Greg knew where she tingled and she knew that thing he needed. It was desirably the tongue kissing while having a quick one. So yearnsome and wetting.
They wouldnβt move from where they were holding each other tight for a long time, when they started to explore themselves to an exciting pitch. They couldnβt care less who looked at them. It was pure sensation personified.
A new love was born just like that. It is the reason for the season. Love conqureth all was meant exactly for them in total unfathomable bliss.