Riding the waves
A passionate day at the beach.
I would lay beside you, always touching you, your hand in mine, our shoulders touching. Then you sit between my legs, your back against my chest, sharing the same view, hearts mere inches from each other. I am free to kiss your neck, and nibble your ear, free to stroke your tummy, and to smell your hair. And we savor each moment. So close, you arouse me, and you feel my arousal, a hot shaft against your back. The beach is...