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Bobbie's fantasy
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Bobbie's Fantasy
I have always loved nature. Whether I'm in a cabin in the woods or hiking up a
mountain or just enjoying a day in the country, I feel twice as sexy and alive
as when I'm in the city. The seaside particularly turns me on. I feel so at
home in my own body whenever I'm near the ocean, and the best sex I've ever
had has been on beaches at the water's edge. My skin feels incredibly
sensitive, as if all the nerve ends are closer to the surface, and my orgasms
are stronger and more powerful than usual. I can almost feel the pull of the
tide enter my body and the roaring surf seems to urge me on to climax after
climax.
Naturally my favorite fantasy revolves around the ocean; I turn to it whenever
the pressure of city living make me too tense. It never fails to make me
unwind. In this fantasy Rob (my lover) and I are lying on a sandy beach
somewhere in the tropics. The sun is intensely hot and the sand is so
blindingly white that I have to close my eyes. No one is near us; for miles
around there is nothing but sea and sand. The two of us - like tiny dots in
the immensity - are twined in each other's arms.
Suddenly, for some reason we have an argument. It can be about almost anything
(that part isn't important), and Rob walks away from me, up the beach and out
of sight. I lis quietly on my back, naked and throbbing with frustration. The
sun is so hot that I'm baked, absolutely dry. Little grains of sand shimmer on
my body, and I feel I'll catch on fire any minute if I'm not careful. The
sound of the sea is far away, but gradually it gets louder and more insistent.
I can hear the waves hissing as they roll further up the beach toward me and
then recede.
The tide is coming in very slowly, and the waves seem to be trying to reach my
body. I spread my thighs very wide and arch myself up, inviting the water to
reach me if it can! It takes a very long time, but eventually a tiny trickle
of spray flicks against my exposed labia. It feels so good that I spread my
legs still wider and wait for the next wave. Bit by bit the tide comes in.
Each wave laps around my vagina and the spray tosses up and lands in little
electric points all over my body. The water is very warm and....insinuating.
I am violently aroused and urging the sea on with my body. But it takes its
time, and six or seven waves roll up before the lovely water actually enters
me. When this happens, it is the beginning of a prolonged and exquisite
orgasm. The thrust of the sea becomes harder and more forceful each time,
until it finally enters me with one final immense crash. The roar of the surf
is all around and inside me. I contract with the tide, throbbing and
convulsing until I almost fain.
This is such a potent fantasy for me that I can only indulge in it once or
twice a month. Being fucked by the entire ocean is like nothing else in the
world, almost mystical, and I don't want to ruin it! I have never told Rob
about this fantasy. I think it would upset him.
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