Lying on the beach, reading a book as I always do to get rid
of the stress accumulated during the working week, I feel your hand caressing
me.

The back of my neck, at first. Then the slight touch of your
fingers trace my backbone all the way to the bottom. I know where you’re going
to slide your hand, and I don’t care. I know you, I know the way you like to
tell the world I’m yours.

With your hand grabbing my butt, and your fingers boldly
finding their way to my already wet sex.