A WALK ON THE BEACH

I'm sure this novel has already been published. But in my eagerness to retrieve all of Sole's posts before they could be deleted, I didn't "label" them.
I'm glad to re-publish what's a lovely, tantalizing and loving tale written by Sole's Toy, Captain, Chéri and probably much more. The ownership of this tale's Copyright is Zaphod Button's only.

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.