The Beach
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The Beach
It's late one warm summer night, so peaceful and calm, no one around. The scent of jasmine lingers in the air, wafting in on the slight breeze from the terraces as he runs along the sand, his love filling his every thought. Yes, there she was waiting for him. Tonight was the night, the second anniversary. He reached her, smiled, took her hand and the couple walked slowly along the beach. The tide has just turned, the waves ebbing away down the white sands. The lovers stroll along the water's edge, the cool wet sand beneath their bare feet. She is dressed in a simple white wrap over a two-piece white swimsuit, her feet bare. He wears khaki shorts and shirt. The moonlight glistens brightly on the waves as they gently wash over the shoreline. They stop to gaze out over the inky black sea, seeing the tiny lights from the fishing boats in the bay. He turns to her, gazing into her blue eyes, which sparkle in the moonlight. Putting his arms around her, he breathes in the heady scent of her perfume. He lowers his lips to hers, kissing her softly, closing his eyes and feeling her in his arms, in his heart, in his soul. The couple let the emotions wash over them, as the waves wash over the sands. "Shall we swim," she whispers softly to him, pulling away slowly and sliding the wrap from her body.
His heart quickens as he sees her unblemished skin gleaming white in the moonlight. He slowly takes off his shirt, his eyes never leaving her for a moment. She smiles gently at him, and unties her bikini, letting it fall to the floor to lie upon her wrap. He slides out of the rest of his clothing and, hand in hand, they walk, gazing at each other, into the warm waters. They swim together close to the shore, then sit beside one another in the water, letting the waves lap their bodies. He caresses her softly, letting his fingers move gently over her curves.
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She gasps, closing her eyes, simply feeling his touch, and the lapping of the waves. She stretches, like a cat, gracefully, and moves closer to him, so that their bodies touch. They take each other in their arms, and kiss longingly, lingering over the sweet taste, savouring the moment. His eyes close, feeling the pounding of his heart as he breathes her in. The warm waters lap around them, her damp skin pressed tightly against his. His fingers caress her back, moving down her neck, her shoulders, and her spine, beneath the surface of the water and back up again, letting the water trickle over her body. He can feel her heart thumping against his chest, can feel her leaning into him as they kiss tenderly, longingly. His lips move from hers, over her cheek and down towards her ear. He gently nibbles and kisses her earlobe, and down to her neck, as his fingers slide through her hair, feeling the silky tresses he loves and misses so much, caressing her sensually and softly.
He runs his fingers down her body once more as his lips continue to kiss her, her shoulders, her throat. She moves towards him, facing him, sitting astride his outstretched legs in the water. There is nothing in the world now but the two of them, nothing exists but this moment that they share.
Her back arches, like a feline stretching, as his lips move on further to kiss her breasts. He can feel her warmth, her excitement mounting, as his body responds. She lets out a sigh, and he hears the waves no more, only her breathing, shallow, getting faster with every touch of his lips, every flick of his tongue. Their bodies tingle, their hearts pounding, as though this was their first time once again. Her fingers move to explore him, as his caress her. She moves her body closer, to kiss him, to touch his hair as he kisses her breasts. Her fingers run down the side of his face, to his chin, to raise his lips to hers. They kiss once more, full of fire and passion, their tongues darting gently. Oh how he missed those kisses, how he longed for this
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time of year when she could be with him. As they kiss she raises her hips to straddle him and slowly lowers herself down onto his throbbing penis, so very slowly, letting the sensations linger, and every movement produces new feelings, new sensitivity.
Her hands grasp his hair and tug gently as they kiss, lost in passion, in emotion, in sensuality, in each other, in their love. His hands caress her as she slowly moves up and down, taking their time, enjoying each fleeting moment, each subtle movement. They are drawn into each other, their souls for that time becoming one, each knowing instinctively what the other needs, wants, desires.
Their thoughts, bodies, souls are joined, as they each move together, united in their lovemaking. Each touch, each caress, each gentle thrust drawing him deeper and deeper into her, not just her body but her heart and soul, the heat of their passion, the flame of their love melting them, melding them into a pure, perfect moment in a pure, perfect love. They feel the moment building up, pressures within bursting to explode, sweet sensations, tingling through their bodies and souls. She moves faster now, more urgent, her body calling out to him.
Her fingers dig harder into him, as she gasps and shudders, moaning softly against his ear. He can feel her orgasm from the subtle spasms within her, from the changes in her breathing, faster and shallower, from the volume of her cries, louder and more intense. She can hold back no more, her lips parting, calling out his name, and giving voice to her feelings. She weeps quietly from the bitter sweet joy, from the knowledge that this pleasure can only last one night, will have to be enough to carry them through for another year.
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He picks her up and carries her from the water, holding her securely in his arms as he walks up the beach and lays her gently down onto the sand, their lips still locked in a passionate embrace. They lose themselves for a time in that kiss, remembered for so long, desired but withheld, making the most of the little time they had left until dawn.
He raises his lips from hers and runs them slowly down her chin, her throat, down to her breasts, kissing around each of them in turn, spiralling slowly but surely towards her nipples, knowing that’s what she likes, giving her as much sensual pleasure as he can, then taking each of her nipples in turn gently between his teeth, flicking them lightly with his tongue. His mouth moves from one to the other, paying each equal attention. His hands cup her breasts as his kisses move down her body, his fingers trailing slowly and softly behind them.
He circles her navel with his tongue and, as his lips move further down, her hips arch up to meet them. His hands slide over her hips, down to her buttocks, pulling her towards his mouth. He licks the salt water from her pussy, each movement of his tongue bringing more and more sweetness from her juices as they flow. His lips kiss, his tongue flicks over her labia as he gently parts them with the fingers of his right hand, revealing her throbbing clitoris. He teases gently as she slides her thighs around his neck. She pulls him down so tight onto her. He breathes her in, tasting her most intimate and sensitive parts, the sweet pink flesh he knows and loves so well.
His left hand moves around her thigh to slide beneath her, inserting two fingers inside of her, slowly searching for, and finding, that special place with her vagina, her g-spot, stimulating her further. His tongue continues to probe, to flick, and to lap at her, faster and harder. All he desires is to please her, to feel her squirming beneath him, to hear her moans of ecstasy, to
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give her this one night of passion, of pleasure, to share his love with her physically and emotionally.
He continues to use his tongue to bring her closer and closer to the edge, his fingers skilful in their caressing, knowing just where to stroke to bring her most pleasure, to stimulate her, feeling her shivering with pleasure beneath him, around him. She orgasms with a loud moan, calling out to him once again, tightening her grip on him, her fingers in his hair, her thighs tightening around him as she shudders and squirms in ecstasy.
Her thighs loosen enough to let him kneel between them, her legs running up his chest and over his shoulders, and he slowly enters her, penetrating deep, holding on to her thighs, pulling her towards him. His hips move slowly, his penis sliding into her vagina, and then gently back out to the swollen and throbbing glans, and returning once more with another deep thrust.
They move together, joined once again spiritually, physically, emotionally, each instinctively knowing the other's movements, the other's needs. They move faster, wanting to lose themselves in each other, thrusting together, bringing their bodies as close as they can ever be. Once more those sweet sensations build slowly, a spark becoming a flame, becoming an inferno. Their bodies and souls burn in the heat of passion and desire, becoming forged from two into one. They moan, they gasp and call out to each other, spurring each other on, faster and faster, feeling the tingles become stronger and stronger, until they cannot distinguish one from another, a seemingly continuous force within. Together they explode into ecstasy, their souls flying together beyond this world, beyond everything around them, locked together. The moment freezes, time stands still as they lie in each other's arms on that beach, slowly
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returning from their flight into joy. The outside world comes gently back into focus, becoming aware first of each other’s warm, sweet breath, their bodies, hot from their lovemaking, pressed together, hearts pounding. The background returns to them, the waves lapping on the beach, the moonlight, the musky scent of their sex, and the heady perfume of jasmine on the night air.
They lay together entwined as they came back to their senses, so relaxed, a feeling of well being within and without. The couple shared their smiles, the light of love shining in their eyes as they gazed at one another. They clung to each other, not wanting this moment to end, afraid of the dawn and what it would bring. Their fingers caressed one another, gliding gently over warm flesh, brushing sand from silken skin. Finally, they hugged one another tightly, their eyes closing, exploring their own inner emotions and inner peace. They drifted off to sleep, feeling warm, safe, protected.
As dawn approaches, the sound of birdsong reaches beyond his unconsciousness, and he awakens to find her standing gazing out to sea. He knows time is short, and pain tugs at his heart, knowing he has no choice but to let her go for one more year. He tries to hold on to the joy he’d felt that night, the love they’d shared, as tears blur his vision.
As he rises to his feet, she turns and smiles at him sweetly, and then, as the sun rises over the horizon, turning the sea into something that shone with fire, she faded from his vision.
He feels that tender pain once more as she leaves him for another year, still as sharp as it always was, always had been, her spirit returning back to heaven, the sea or wherever it was she’d gone after her death. Two years it had been since the accident, since she’d drowned,
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right there in that water. Two years of pain. Two years of raising their twin daughters alone. Another year would pass until she would appear there once more on this beach. Another year for him to dread: another year of waiting, of longing, of mourning and of anguish. Tears run unchecked down his cheeks as he said goodbye to her once again, as he turned to make his way back home, to their children, and to wait.
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© Terry Dobson, November 2004
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It's late one warm summer night, so peaceful and calm, no one around. The scent of jasmine lingers in the air, wafting in on the slight breeze from the terraces as he runs along the sand, his love filling his every thought. Yes, there she was waiting for him. Tonight was the night, the second anniversary. He reached her, smiled, took her hand and the couple walked slowly along the beach. The tide has just turned, the waves ebbing away down the white sands. The lovers stroll along the water's edge, the cool wet sand beneath their bare feet. She is dressed in a simple white wrap over a two-piece white swimsuit, her feet bare. He wears khaki shorts and shirt. The moonlight glistens brightly on the waves as they gently wash over the shoreline. They stop to gaze out over the inky black sea, seeing the tiny lights from the fishing boats in the bay. He turns to her, gazing into her blue eyes, which sparkle in the moonlight. Putting his arms around her, he breathes in the heady scent of her perfume. He lowers his lips to hers, kissing her softly, closing his eyes and feeling her in his arms, in his heart, in his soul. The couple let the emotions wash over them, as the waves wash over the sands. "Shall we swim," she whispers softly to him, pulling away slowly and sliding the wrap from her body.
His heart quickens as he sees her unblemished skin gleaming white in the moonlight. He slowly takes off his shirt, his eyes never leaving her for a moment. She smiles gently at him, and unties her bikini, letting it fall to the floor to lie upon her wrap. He slides out of the rest of his clothing and, hand in hand, they walk, gazing at each other, into the warm waters. They swim together close to the shore, then sit beside one another in the water, letting the waves lap their bodies. He caresses her softly, letting his fingers move gently over her curves.
The Beach
© Terry Dobson, November 2004
Page 1 of 7
She gasps, closing her eyes, simply feeling his touch, and the lapping of the waves. She stretches, like a cat, gracefully, and moves closer to him, so that their bodies touch. They take each other in their arms, and kiss longingly, lingering over the sweet taste, savouring the moment. His eyes close, feeling the pounding of his heart as he breathes her in. The warm waters lap around them, her damp skin pressed tightly against his. His fingers caress her back, moving down her neck, her shoulders, and her spine, beneath the surface of the water and back up again, letting the water trickle over her body. He can feel her heart thumping against his chest, can feel her leaning into him as they kiss tenderly, longingly. His lips move from hers, over her cheek and down towards her ear. He gently nibbles and kisses her earlobe, and down to her neck, as his fingers slide through her hair, feeling the silky tresses he loves and misses so much, caressing her sensually and softly.
He runs his fingers down her body once more as his lips continue to kiss her, her shoulders, her throat. She moves towards him, facing him, sitting astride his outstretched legs in the water. There is nothing in the world now but the two of them, nothing exists but this moment that they share.
Her back arches, like a feline stretching, as his lips move on further to kiss her breasts. He can feel her warmth, her excitement mounting, as his body responds. She lets out a sigh, and he hears the waves no more, only her breathing, shallow, getting faster with every touch of his lips, every flick of his tongue. Their bodies tingle, their hearts pounding, as though this was their first time once again. Her fingers move to explore him, as his caress her. She moves her body closer, to kiss him, to touch his hair as he kisses her breasts. Her fingers run down the side of his face, to his chin, to raise his lips to hers. They kiss once more, full of fire and passion, their tongues darting gently. Oh how he missed those kisses, how he longed for this
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time of year when she could be with him. As they kiss she raises her hips to straddle him and slowly lowers herself down onto his throbbing penis, so very slowly, letting the sensations linger, and every movement produces new feelings, new sensitivity.
Her hands grasp his hair and tug gently as they kiss, lost in passion, in emotion, in sensuality, in each other, in their love. His hands caress her as she slowly moves up and down, taking their time, enjoying each fleeting moment, each subtle movement. They are drawn into each other, their souls for that time becoming one, each knowing instinctively what the other needs, wants, desires.
Their thoughts, bodies, souls are joined, as they each move together, united in their lovemaking. Each touch, each caress, each gentle thrust drawing him deeper and deeper into her, not just her body but her heart and soul, the heat of their passion, the flame of their love melting them, melding them into a pure, perfect moment in a pure, perfect love. They feel the moment building up, pressures within bursting to explode, sweet sensations, tingling through their bodies and souls. She moves faster now, more urgent, her body calling out to him.
Her fingers dig harder into him, as she gasps and shudders, moaning softly against his ear. He can feel her orgasm from the subtle spasms within her, from the changes in her breathing, faster and shallower, from the volume of her cries, louder and more intense. She can hold back no more, her lips parting, calling out his name, and giving voice to her feelings. She weeps quietly from the bitter sweet joy, from the knowledge that this pleasure can only last one night, will have to be enough to carry them through for another year.
The Beach
© Terry Dobson, November 2004
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He picks her up and carries her from the water, holding her securely in his arms as he walks up the beach and lays her gently down onto the sand, their lips still locked in a passionate embrace. They lose themselves for a time in that kiss, remembered for so long, desired but withheld, making the most of the little time they had left until dawn.
He raises his lips from hers and runs them slowly down her chin, her throat, down to her breasts, kissing around each of them in turn, spiralling slowly but surely towards her nipples, knowing that’s what she likes, giving her as much sensual pleasure as he can, then taking each of her nipples in turn gently between his teeth, flicking them lightly with his tongue. His mouth moves from one to the other, paying each equal attention. His hands cup her breasts as his kisses move down her body, his fingers trailing slowly and softly behind them.
He circles her navel with his tongue and, as his lips move further down, her hips arch up to meet them. His hands slide over her hips, down to her buttocks, pulling her towards his mouth. He licks the salt water from her pussy, each movement of his tongue bringing more and more sweetness from her juices as they flow. His lips kiss, his tongue flicks over her labia as he gently parts them with the fingers of his right hand, revealing her throbbing clitoris. He teases gently as she slides her thighs around his neck. She pulls him down so tight onto her. He breathes her in, tasting her most intimate and sensitive parts, the sweet pink flesh he knows and loves so well.
His left hand moves around her thigh to slide beneath her, inserting two fingers inside of her, slowly searching for, and finding, that special place with her vagina, her g-spot, stimulating her further. His tongue continues to probe, to flick, and to lap at her, faster and harder. All he desires is to please her, to feel her squirming beneath him, to hear her moans of ecstasy, to
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give her this one night of passion, of pleasure, to share his love with her physically and emotionally.
He continues to use his tongue to bring her closer and closer to the edge, his fingers skilful in their caressing, knowing just where to stroke to bring her most pleasure, to stimulate her, feeling her shivering with pleasure beneath him, around him. She orgasms with a loud moan, calling out to him once again, tightening her grip on him, her fingers in his hair, her thighs tightening around him as she shudders and squirms in ecstasy.
Her thighs loosen enough to let him kneel between them, her legs running up his chest and over his shoulders, and he slowly enters her, penetrating deep, holding on to her thighs, pulling her towards him. His hips move slowly, his penis sliding into her vagina, and then gently back out to the swollen and throbbing glans, and returning once more with another deep thrust.
They move together, joined once again spiritually, physically, emotionally, each instinctively knowing the other's movements, the other's needs. They move faster, wanting to lose themselves in each other, thrusting together, bringing their bodies as close as they can ever be. Once more those sweet sensations build slowly, a spark becoming a flame, becoming an inferno. Their bodies and souls burn in the heat of passion and desire, becoming forged from two into one. They moan, they gasp and call out to each other, spurring each other on, faster and faster, feeling the tingles become stronger and stronger, until they cannot distinguish one from another, a seemingly continuous force within. Together they explode into ecstasy, their souls flying together beyond this world, beyond everything around them, locked together. The moment freezes, time stands still as they lie in each other's arms on that beach, slowly
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© Terry Dobson, November 2004
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returning from their flight into joy. The outside world comes gently back into focus, becoming aware first of each other’s warm, sweet breath, their bodies, hot from their lovemaking, pressed together, hearts pounding. The background returns to them, the waves lapping on the beach, the moonlight, the musky scent of their sex, and the heady perfume of jasmine on the night air.
They lay together entwined as they came back to their senses, so relaxed, a feeling of well being within and without. The couple shared their smiles, the light of love shining in their eyes as they gazed at one another. They clung to each other, not wanting this moment to end, afraid of the dawn and what it would bring. Their fingers caressed one another, gliding gently over warm flesh, brushing sand from silken skin. Finally, they hugged one another tightly, their eyes closing, exploring their own inner emotions and inner peace. They drifted off to sleep, feeling warm, safe, protected.
As dawn approaches, the sound of birdsong reaches beyond his unconsciousness, and he awakens to find her standing gazing out to sea. He knows time is short, and pain tugs at his heart, knowing he has no choice but to let her go for one more year. He tries to hold on to the joy he’d felt that night, the love they’d shared, as tears blur his vision.
As he rises to his feet, she turns and smiles at him sweetly, and then, as the sun rises over the horizon, turning the sea into something that shone with fire, she faded from his vision.
He feels that tender pain once more as she leaves him for another year, still as sharp as it always was, always had been, her spirit returning back to heaven, the sea or wherever it was she’d gone after her death. Two years it had been since the accident, since she’d drowned,
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right there in that water. Two years of pain. Two years of raising their twin daughters alone. Another year would pass until she would appear there once more on this beach. Another year for him to dread: another year of waiting, of longing, of mourning and of anguish. Tears run unchecked down his cheeks as he said goodbye to her once again, as he turned to make his way back home, to their children, and to wait.
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