Beach Patrol
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2021 by Mat Twassel
Flash Story: Lisa loves strolling the beach at night. The glorious stars! The thick night air. The swollen sounds of the surf. But something is missing.
Caution: This Flash Story contains strong sexual content, including Heterosexual Fiction Illustrated .
Lisa loved strolling the beach at night: the swollen sounds of surf, the moist night air, thick as paint, thick as cum, the stars glistening as with orgasmic delight—how glorious! She couldn’t resist. Feeling the sand on her bare feet wasn’t enough; she had to immerse every inch of her skin in this experience. Stripping off her beach jacket and almost-modest two piece was no problem; she was completely naked in little more than a moment. And it was everything she’d imagined it would be and more. The soft breeze whispered to her nipples, coaxing them erect. The tingling shot straight to her clit. Moisture flooded her cunt. She closed her eyes, trembling with excitement.
A sound startled her. A long low moan. She turned toward where the sound had been, but nothing was there. She turned again, and thought, how silly, that moan must have been my own. She almost chuckled. But now she was sad. Something of the erotic mood had dissipated. She took several desultory steps down the beach. Soon she was walking mindlessly, caught up again in the sounds of the waves and the whispers of the wind. She walked and walked. Ten minutes. Twenty. More. Time became meaningless.
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