It’s twilight. The day’s heat lingers. We are laying on the sands of a Miami beach watching the glimmer of the full moon on the sea.
Your head is resting on my chest – your natural hair against my chin smells of the sea we earlier gallivanted in so freely.
My hand grips one of your ample sand encrusted hips and I breathe deeply.
You tilt your head up so I can massage your beach beaten lips with mine.
The kiss is a hot wet sucking and licking DNA swap. You move into my manhood token of appreciation for your irresistible womanhood attributes.
The air is laden with smells of the sea, sand, and us.
Your soft bronze skin against me is arousing.
Our sand gritty bodies create a warming friction against one another. Your soft breasts against my chest are electrifying – your toes digging in the sand – erotic.
I orally consume you with passionate vigor – you soar to the height of the plane flying amongst the stars overhead.
Your mind lands back on the beach to the sounds of seagulls and rolling ocean waves.
Can I love you? Can I really love you if you don’t mind?
Tonight Miami. Tomorrow – anywhere.
I want to have a “you” moment in an intimate setting in London. What say you?