A Walk on the Beach

THURSDAY, JANUARY 12, 2012

A Walk on the Beach

Silence, save for the rhythmic swish of waves lapping gently on the shore yielding a sound which is both timeless and eternal. The sea beyond forms a jewelled carpet bisected by a path of silver. At that path’s far distant end, the moon beckons to us. Minutes before, dusk had settled with the hushed softness of a purple velvet cloak.

A few hours earlier, we had taken advantage of some time for ourselves. Always a difficulty with two busy schedules, but savoured all the more for each special moment. This time, we had decided on a walk along the shore. At this season, we see few others and have the beach almost to ourselves. Even the warplanes from the nearby base have stopped their raucous cavorting. We walk and savour the simple pleasure of each other’s companionship. With each step, we feel the cares of the preceding days slipping away.

At times, our fingers touch and intertwine; the touch is comfortable and reassuring. And yet, no reassurance is needed. With the passage of time and sometimes tumultuous events, we have learned of one another and come to trust. We have become inseparable even in those times when we must be far apart. No matter our distant travels or intemperate dalliances, we know on return the other will be there; a safe haven in an uncertain world.

Sitting now, on a piece of drift wood, we snuggle close for warmth, for comfort, for love as the evening air grows damp. The sun had set behind us with its magnificent crimson glow spread across the heavens and, shortly after, pale inconstant moon had risen to bathe us in silvery light and illuminate a path across the water towards us.

A wee nip from the flask I habitually carry brings out our inner warmth and a glow to our cheeks. Lost in our love, we giggle happily for no reason other than we are together.

My arm slips around Your waist and draws us just a little closer. You snuggle to me and I feel Your head come to rest comfortably on my chest just below my shoulder. Tilting my head down, my nose is tickled by the reddish cascade of Your hair; inhaling, I breathe in hedonistic pleasure. For a moment, we leave aside our roles of Mistress and Toy. I am Yours; You are mine.

Slipping a finger ‘neath Your chin, I lift gently and kiss Your forehead, the tip of Your nose, and then Your lips. Not raw harsh kisses of urgent lust. Instead, kisses as light as the touch of a butterfly’s wing. Light and delicate kisses of the purest contentment to adorn You. We both smile and settle together to snuggle just a little closer.

Presently, as the chill night air defeats even the contents of the flask, we rise and retrace our steps. As we walk back holding hands, I raise my free hand to my neck and run my finger tip along the soft edge of my leather collar. I smile.

 As we make our way back to our room, I sense a renewed energy in Your step. As we close the door behind us, we toss our coats aside. Then, without a moment’s warning, You seize upon me with a fierce embrace, spin us ‘round, and fling us to the bed with frightful energy. Pushing me down and back with a burst of laughter, You straddle me, rip my shirt open, look down upon Your toy, and fall forward to sink Your teeth into my shoulder.

Chaotic mayhem follows. Articles of clothing are tugged, pulled, unfastened, cast aside, and strewn about with abandon. Later, we will giggle together over just how great an arc some of the clothing flew. Now, both naked (except for my collar, of course), we fall together, stroking, kissing, licking, nibbling, tweaking. All this done with ever more intense passion.

You are, as always, in complete control but also out of control. Driven by the most primal of urges, You turn around, straddle my head, and grind Yourself down onto my face as You move us to a classic 69 position.

Your wet and swollen lips reveal Your arousal; my lips and tongue press to You and probe deeply. I feel Your mouth encircle the head of my cock as Your tongue circles and licks at the tip. Our hips move pressing and grinding as mouths tease and stimulate. I hold back even as I feel Your first moment arrive. Lost now in Your climax, You grip me hard and press Yourself even harder onto my face. My beard is wet with Your delicious fragrance as You cry out in the moment of orgasm.

As You lift Yourself and turn around, I look up into Your eyes and see the fires of lust within You burning bright. A flame I love with all my heart. Your breathing is deep and heavy; Your breasts tremble and shake with the motion. As always, I marvel at Your exquisite feminine beauty.

My cock stands hard and thick; I ache for You with an exquisite pain only You can heal. Your hair falls toward me as You lean forward and then with a violent motion force Yourself down onto me. My hips buck upward to meet You and my cock thrusts deep inside You.

As You grind onto me with a rocking motion of Your hips, I drive upward to force myself even deeper. Now, lost in one another, we pound together with Your lips mashing down against me, my thickness stretching You, wetness dribbling out of You, flowing down my balls, and along the crack of my ass.

Rushing, we are there almost too soon. You cry out, “Oui, Oui, maintenant mon jouet”.

I feel You contract and clench as my cum pours through me and spurts into You. Hot wet and sticky as it mingles with Your own juices. My cock is covered and glistens now with the erotic mixture. You grind onto me and grip me, milking the last drops of cum from my balls as You take inside You that which is Yours. As I begin to soften, You collapse onto me and we roll to the side.

My arms draw us together as our breathing steadies and we come down from the heights to which we have just ascended. Lost in our afterglow, we look at one another and realise we should walk on the beach again soon.