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As summer venues go The Sandcastle is pretty special, supposedly only open when the heat is rising the bar serves everything a beach bum might expect, cold beer for the regulars, foreign wine by any measure and of course a full selection of cocktails to weaken the sturdiest of knees.
By far the best seller though was the free bottled water, a huge draw card for locals where the tapped variety was best viewed being poured into a bottomless glass - literally. Had this not been modern Cuba, where life had exceeded the limitations of money years before, management might need to review its policy of free entry before sunrise.
The dance floor was huge but never far from the DJ, the ancient speakers designed for a previous decade of style still translated a transcendental beat well enough. The ambience was serenity itself, how could it be anything less perched on the shore of a crystal blue lagoon with a perfect sunset guaranteed every night.
People got lost every night, somewhere between the compressed sand floor and the angry blue polka dot sky. Not altogether by accident, many came for that very reason but no-one really knew just how lost they might get.
In years gone by, the more or less educated depending on your viewpoint might suppose witchcraft was involved, evil demons or religious savors to blame, today we know its just part of the human condition.
All sorts come to release their souls in the invisible mists of the music, take the freedom on offer to drift alone leaving their troubles at the door. In time their souls and bodies will meet and fall in love again, a fresh fire burning within with a reprogrammed spirit.
Sally escaped the hungry hands of the dance floor, the third night in a row and she was now starting to appreciate this was no ordinary dance club. Anyone watching her path couldn't help but be confused, angling deliberately towards the bar, fighting through the resident bodies, skirting a couple of layers across the face of the bar. Eventually, reaching the far side of the club less than a handful of yards from where she had danced, she squeezed out onto the private beach and drifted to the water’s edge.
Of course this had been no more than an elaborate plan, there was reason behind this elusive course, her unsuspecting prey had been tempted she knew. She'd felt his body stir even without seeing it happen, it would be less than a minute before he too escaped the crowd; she dusted her cheeks and eyelids with a wet thumb, presented herself to the lowering sun above the horizon and waited.
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Encouraging you to bring your body to my level I help you slide from the lounge. Allowing you just enough space to slip into position, my hands run the length of your legs to your waist. Helping you move is just an excuse to feel the silkiness of your scrunched up skirt.
Passing you a glass you sip at the rich red wine before returning the favor, the warm liquid is deep and slips easily down. Resting your head back on a cushion, your body now flat on the floor with a look of expectation on your face.
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I nestle on my side propped up by one elbow and touch your cheek with the length of my fingers, your skin feels soft and warm
The palm of my hand can describe your smile, you twitch with recognition tickling my hand
I trace your chin with my forefinger to the tip and then around the back till my hand has reversed completely to the other side of your face
You nest your other cheek against my the back of my hand
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Your tight singlet top displays your fabulous shoulders and arms for all to admire
As I cup my hand on your left shoulder you look into my face and smile gently
We share silent moments in the others eyes not wanting to be the first to break away
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Using only my thumb and the pads of my first 2 fingers I trace down the inside and outside of your upper arm, very gently almost not touching, you can feel me but your skin doesn’t move
As I move my arm brushes across your left breast, I feel the pressure of your bra holding it in place and imagine your nipple were one of the bumps I pass over
I reach your elbow and explore the inside with my thumb making very slow circles
Moving on to your forearm I use more of my hand, this time griping firmly but again not allowing the skin to be distorted as I travel down slowly to your wrist
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Deliberating running my arm onto your tummy as I reach your wrist, you open your hand to meet my exploring. My elbow rests gently at the top of your thighs feeling the silky imprint of your hidden underwear.
I feel a hint of movement from hips, is it a welcoming gesture or a pleading for the mercy of relief
My thumb can feel your pulse or is it mine, either way someone is surely alive
Running my fingers across the back of your hand as though it were a musical instrument, my thumb finally meets its counter part from end to end
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I can count the muscles in your hand and feel the imprint of your palm, perhaps I could read your future simply by touch
Turning your hand gently in mine, I explore each finger from back to front, knuckle to knuckle, nail to nail
As I reach your last and smallest nail I slowly move my face closer to yours and kiss you gently on the corner of your lips. Your lips feel cheated by the limited connection but won’t risk further reward by moving.
Your taste is of chocolate and red wine and maybe even honey suckle...
Two Overtly Erotic Sensations
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Resting back on the lounge, your clothing arranged itself almost sensing your mood. Your legs slip seductively from your skirt, the lighting sufficient to protect your modesty. Sitting in front of you, your left ankle located gently within the palm of my hand, I recognise a flicker of caution in your eyes and smile reassuringly back.
Kissing the top of your toes very lightly, I almost tickle but not quite. Beautifully cared for nails but your polish is slightly chipped. Moving to your little pinkie I kiss the top of it, then firmly lick the pad underneath.
I pull your little toe into my lips up against my teeth but not into my mouth, rubbing your toe against my teeth slightly I look up into your eyes, the light reflects making my eyes sparkle a bright clear green. Curiosity is on your face, relax nothing bad is going to happen.
2
I suck your toe into my mouth and lick around it with my tongue paying attention to the bit at the back.
Pulling your little one out of my mouth, I move onto the next toe, again I kiss it and lick underneath, a little firmer this time. You have a very nice smile and your legs seem to go on forever.
I slide your toe into my lips again and nearly get it past my teeth before they close and nip the end of your toe, it is wet and slippery and so doesn't grip
My tongue works around making your toe very wet
3
Once again I pull your toe out and move onto your third toe, no kiss this time just a strong lick underneath, the coarse surface rubs against my cat like tongue before I suck your toe quickly into my mouth past my teeth.
I can feel your other toes resting on the outside of my lips. Gripping your toe firmly with my teeth, I wash your toe thoroughly between and around, as I lick underneath behind the rough stuff you settle your bum further into your seat as if to say mmmmm.
I suck on your toe gently and then pull against the pressure to remove your toe from my mouth
Every part of my body would love to kiss your lips and taste you, but my job is far from complete
4
As your toe comes out I look up again and see your eyes smiling back. Moving to your 4th toe, I kiss the top and lick underneath as with each before, this toe is bigger and more important and knows it. I quickly suck it in and get it wet all over, I gently chew rubbing my teeth down the side.
5
Licking the end of your foot I can just reach between all your toes with my long tongue. Making your foot very wet and breathing out through my nose. The air flow over your wet toes sends shivers up through your body, right to the places that matter.
I am now sucking strongly on your toe, as I pull it out of my mouth the pressure resists
6
Your toe pops out of my mouth and I move onto your main man.
I suck it straight in without fuss or ceremony, my tongue explores the end gently
It is big and stubborn and sometimes sensitive but it is the boss and knows it.
My tongue gets under the first bump and twists around to the other side, my tongue is just a muscle that wraps itself around the outside of things like a snake.
It comes back the other way and over the top, I suck it in further and you can almost feel my back teeth, my front teeth hold you in place very firmly, it feels like it wants to burst but I’m not breaking the skin.
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Sucking really hard on you, you feel like you are filling my mouth, I pull against the pressure and your toe tries to slide out
My teeth stop your toe escaping and I suck it back in, your heart beat pulses against my tongue underneath your toe, you appear much more relaxed and yet excited at the same time. You maybe enjoying yourself a little.
Once again my mind turns to matters of taste but this time other areas are in the forefront.
8
I pull again against your toe and it almost escapes before my teeth catch it gently but firmly. Despite considerable sucking skill, it has got past my ability to return it to the safety of my mouth. All I can do is chew and nibble the end, grinding my teeth against your toe print in a primeval way.
Looking into your eyes the caution of the past has been replaced with anxiety that this may come to an end. I lick across all of your toes again, your foot has relaxed enough not to react. Blowing gently I consider which way to go next.
Does the other foot require a similar treatment or is there a more pressing need further up ?
The dance floor was packed. Petite shoulders rubbed against muscular arms, silky dresses slid seductively against simple cotton blouses. Strangers touched intimately without ever meeting. This was a den of vultures and vixens alike, pouncing before a neighbour stole it’s prey.
Thrill upon thrill electrocuted the crowd, exciting them higher and higher. The beat marched mercilessly on, oblivious to the physical needs of the brethren. Outside the throng, onlookers rested before re-entering the feeding ground, water bottles littering the sandy floor; discarded and flattened from the human machine
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The first time her short white fluffy dress whisked across Steve’s eyeline his mouth forgot the words it was attempting to form. Her feet moved quickly as though they were on a deadline, the crowds parted to allow passage and then silently consumed every trace.
Despite the split second encounter, he knew he'd regret not seeing her face. A cloud had passed over his sun, unless he rectified it immediately the chill would surely seep into his night
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Encouraging you to bring your body to my level I help you slide from the lounge. Allowing you just enough space to slip into position, my hands run the length of your legs to your waist. Helping you move is just an excuse to feel the silkiness of your scrunched up skirt
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The split second that Sally’s eyes spent in his direction Steve would swear they didn’t see him. Nervously he watched as her shoulder length hair shuttered back into place, the chance to see her colours lost. What now he asked himself as embarrassment washed over him for the third time in the space of a few minutes.
Arguing a case against existence in this time itself, one simple look had opened a hole in his foot that was in danger of swallowing him whole. The confrontation of truth was sobering, why would an attractive girl discuss issues of emotion with a complete stranger
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The pieces of work here are not for the faint hearted, a sub writer Sam has a vivid and expressive emotional imagination that some may find too much. The stories written are intended to be realistic accounts of encounters between lovers of all genders and as they say nothing is stranger than real life.
Thank you for your time and any comments constructive or otherwise will be acknowledged by the author.
As summer venues go The Sandcastle is pretty special, supposedly only open when the heat is rising the bar serves everything a beach bum might expect, cold beer for the regulars, foreign wine by any measure and of course a full selection of cocktails to weaken the sturdiest of knees.
By far the best seller though was the free bottled water, a huge draw card for locals where the tapped variety was best viewed being poured into a bottomless glass - literally. Had this not been modern Cuba, where life had exceeded the limitations of money years before, management might need to review its policy of free entry before sunrise
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