When I first saw you , in Sitges , across from the bay- To say I was struck by your display of non-attire is hardly an understatement.
My eyes darted in every direction . Phallic erections were all I could see in my embarrassed array- it was all so blatant.
There was simply nothing else I could do but hold eye contact with you – those emerald-flecked eyes is when I felt true mesmerism.
It was only then I realised how naked I felt fully dressed on this hidden beach -it projected the true souls that contain all thing auriferous.
My hands easily untied my tie-dyed blue sarong. I didn’t stop there . I may only have a hand full but I whipped off my white bikini top and wriggled out of my bottoms. All I could sense was an aura emanating off of you
(sigh) simply so… chivalrous.
The sun shone starkly – but being the mightiest of knights you picked up my clothes, placed them next to yours. You took my hand and guided me -running , gold spun,free – to the turquoise , fish enchanted ocean.
Legs entwined around your torso – skin on skin contact – salty, wet, tongue licks of devouring devotion.
Lavishing one other, two became one. The ripples, the bubbles- our heady infusion, blasted open my eyes to the skies- – tufted clouds – summoned up an old tune-
Puff the magic dragon.
Magic is always possible when you believe in you. I swear it had nothing to do with that extravagant elixir of a cocktail – I imbibed a couple of hours before, at that quaint restaurant – the one that I drank out of a craggan.
Composure – time to depart, float on my back -contemplate this dilemma of how quick I was to abandon my clothes.
I may have come into the world as naked as I am right now but I know what is waiting on the coastline is a far cry from my fantasised hardened cocks.
In fact quite the opposite. I know no shadow can camouflage the pruned skin of a 60-year-old Grandad with a wrinkled ,flaccid penis.
Christ, I am 21 years old- apologies for the sudden heaving up of old man smell that a young me loathes.
It was meant to be a bit of fun – find the secret nudist beach – have a laugh – take a few sneaky pics ,make them go viral- anything for a cheap high.
It’s gone viral alright – my mates couldn’t resist -filmed it all!
pardon me – if I gather my clothes and seek legal advice to prove to you all – this act is one steeped in a state of stultify?
Posted on Aug 21, 2016, in EXPERIMENTAL WRITING and tagged Creativity, EXPERIMENTAL WRITING, friendships, Vocabulary, word of the day, Write to create, Writing challenges. Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.