THE BEACH ESCAPADE SERIES PART 3

Celio had grown up with the beach as an extension of himself. He could speak the dialect of the ocean. He felt the clouds of life extend beyond the horizon, above the blue sky where hope lingers. His greatest desire was to fall in love with the ideal woman for him. He always fantasized about the long walks on the beach with her, whispering sweet nothings to each other as they walked barefoot holding hands and watching the waves come crushing in. Feeling the dampness on their skin accompanied by a gentle breeze on their faces. In his mind he was convinced the ocean was one of God’s greatest beauties because it was a wonderful place full of infinite possibilities. He looked up to the stars and wondered if he would ever experience such a pristine and magical moment before he trades the mortal world for the angels and finally close the earthly scene by changing a fleeting world for immortal rest.

At this point, his mind is jolted to the present as he finds himself stare in awe at his beautiful wife just existing. Everything about her just brought naughty desires in his mind. And for a moment, he just let his imagination run free…

He Wanted to Pin Nalani On His Wall Like the Work of Art That She Is,

He Yearned to Undress Her Slowly,

He Desired for Nalani To Place Her Hands on His Chest and If She Let Him, He Would Place His on Her Soft Ample Breasts,

He Wanted to Just Stare at Her Eyes and Feel Her Skin on His Skin.

He Wondered If Nalani Would Allow Him Guide His Paintbrush Between Her Thighs and Get A Taste of Her Lips.

He Wanted to Feel the Weight of Her Body on Top of His as He Watches Her Rock Her Hips.

He Didn’t Want to Just Love Her with His Words,

He Wanted to Cater for Her with His Actions.

He Not Only Wanted to Protect Her with His Hands but Also Inspire Her with His Mind.

He Wanted to Feed Her with His Lips and Make Love to Her Softly, Gently and Wildly.

Nalani On the Other Hand Was Fighting A Losing Battle Of H***Nines,

She Wanted Celio To Write Poetry Inside Her with His Fingers,

She Desperately Yearned for The First Point of His Poem to Start with The Sound of Her Soft Moans, Then End with Her Lips on His Lips

She Wanted Celio To Taste Her Innocence Without A Spoken Word,

She Wondered If Celio Could Make Her Body Arch with His Pen and Unhook Her Dress with Nothing but His Words

She Hoped Celio Could Connect the Dots with The Goose Bumps on Her Skin and Spread Her Legs Apart with His Love Letters

She Wanted Him to Dip His Pen into The Ink Dripping Between Her Hips and Then Trace the Lightning Marks on Her Back.

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To be continued…

Watch out for part 4