Tag Archive | Beach

The Heart to be Conquered

beach kiss - arthur sarnoff

Artist Arthur Sarnoff – pinterest.com

It took more strength than Delphine realized to carry his love across the threshold of her querulous heart. As she lie on the beach towel, the sea breeze ruffling softly through her auburn hair, he scooted closer and pressed his lips to hers. His was a delicate sweetness, an effervescent intoxication that intensified with every charm and fortitude. One kiss was enough. All defenses fell that day. The waves whispered up to a thirsty shore that soaked in love. And hers was the heart to be conquered.

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Her Book Boyfriend

Artist Edward Runci; pinterest.com

On a windswept beach
under a golden sun
bathing in the cool shade,
she stenciled a heart
into the soft sand
and dreamed of him.
Her lover was larger than life
In every way,
Walking tall and strong,
Protecting what was his,
Romancing what was hers,
Enjoying what was theirs.
Her fantasy,
Her mirage,
Her apparition.
Seductive
Alluring
Invincible
Was his look,
his walk,
his touch.
She came here to be with him
To soak in his smile
To graze his sweet lips
To make her skin tingle
To make her heart flutter
To make her folds simmer.
He was here in her heart and mind
Bursting from the page
To ensnare her delicate essence.

Futile Resistance

pop art; pinterest.com

Sands velvet to the touch soak up the midday heat, drawing passion and desire into intense intimacy.

Waves of the ocean kiss the beach as my fingers press deep into your shoulders, the conduit of electricity that pulses through my massage.

I feel you resisting, opposing the feelings that you know will lead to euphoric rapture.

Why do you pull away, struggling against your own heart, against your body that rises in ecstasy, longing for release?

Seduced by Westerly Winds

Artist Ed Tadiello; pinterest.com

Romantic Descriptive Flash Fiction:

Gentle westerly winds touched the beach like the caress of warm, delicate fingers. Waves, petering off at the edge of the shore, sauntered up the sand like evocative tongues of foam, licking the beach and returning to the ocean. Heightening stimulation, intense rays of the sun palpated the sand and skin with swelter and kindle. In the breeze, palm fronds whispered words of love and making love and promises to satiate the thirst of the soul for that which fills and fulfills. The smell of coconut oil sizzling on her bare shoulders intoxicated even the breeze with its lingering kiss.

Waratah knew the beach well, the pleasure attained here, the encapsulation of beauty that not only surrounded it, but enfolded her as well. To this place, she would consistently return. To refresh and renew. To relax and unwind. To be one with the sun’s caresses, to know deep solace, resting, ruminating, rendering indulgence and in this place, gratification.

The dream of him here with her, caressing like the breeze, whispering like the palms, intoxicating like coconut oil, palpating like the sun, licking like the waves. It made her heart soar, her body tingle, her tongue wet on her lips, as she spread out on the sand, taken captive once again, here in this place.

Gently Whispered Dreams

Artist Arthur Sarnoff; photo: pinterest

Artist Arthur Sarnoff; photo: pinterest

Romantic Flash Fiction:

It was a glorious sunny day at Love Beach when she heard her dreams whisper to her from the hollow of a seashell. They were words that she had known in the deepest recesses of her heart and longed to hear if only for a day.

Along the slope of a sandy dune, Kahili Ginger lay on a beach blanket, basking in the summer sun. Behind her in the branches of green leafy trees, birds chirped and sang melodies that calmed her soul as the waves softly trickled up the sand in overlapping froth. The scent of coconut suntan lotion over her breasts and legs was soothing and comforting, and the fresh sea air reminded her of when she was a little girl laughing and running on the sand to escape the next harrowing incoming wave from tickling her toes.

Reclining on her back, she removed her sunglasses to receive his kiss as he leaned in closer and found her lips. His kiss was like the penetrating sweetness of a pomegranate that sank in deeper into her taste buds and lingered there, stirring up delectable flavor. Their tongues danced like silk on satin, and she moaned into it as his delicate passion took her breath away, leaving her yearning for more.

He was gazing into her eyes when she opened hers, the brightness of the sun making her squint. Just one smile from him was enough to melt her heart. She stared back at him, lost in his eyes, drawn to a place where time stood still. Inhaling and exhaling slowly, she felt her chest rise and fall like the ocean waves.

“Kahili Ginger,” he said, his voice a deep tonal co-mingling of masculine power and tender grace. “I love you with all of my heart. And I know I always will.”

Dropping the seashell from her ear, she grinned broadly and wrapped her arms around his bare shoulders, pulling him in for another kiss. This was the whisper from the seashell, the words of the ocean. Not a gentle sea breeze, but his words, his heart, and his voice.

A Dip in the Ocean of Love

Artist Paul Rader

Artist Paul Rader; photo: pinterest

Romantic Flash Fiction:

Love was moonlight over a calm tropical ocean, the waves lifting and lowering in rhythmic timing, rolling up onto the beach in soft whispers. Leaving my bathing suit on the shore, I waded out into the bath water of the docile sea that soon enveloped my body from the waist down. The tropical cerulean water glowed turquoise from the light of the moon and even at night, I could see clear to the bottom. My feet glided buoyantly over the soft sand below as I drifted out into deeper water. When the level had cleared my waist, I dove under and let the warmth of the salt water enfold every part of my naked form.

When I broke through the surface again, I turned back and smiled when I saw my love. Danica had followed suit and stripped off her bikini, wading into the water after me. The moonlight on her body took my breath away, casting a beautiful image in light and shadow, all at once brilliant and lovely, every sexy curve, every delightful line. My eyes feasted upon her beauty and my heart leaped like a calf bounding on eastern hills.

I treaded water as I waited for her to come to me. With dazzling eyes, she beheld me with love for the one she had given her heart to, and then she dove under with a graceful tuck. I watched as her smooth rear cheeks surfaced momentarily and dipped back under. Then she was up through the surface just in front of me, slicking her hair back and grinning from ear to ear.

“You’re crazy,” she said with a laugh. She had never known me to take such risks before, skinny-dipping under the moonlight at a secluded beach cove far off the beaten path. Sometimes the people closest to us can surprise us the most.

“Crazy about you, Danica,” I said, my hands finding her ribs under the water, sliding down to her curvy hips, drawing her to myself.

When our bodies met, she belted out an orgasmic gasp that turned into a flirtatious moan. “Don’t give me passion,” she whispered close to my mouth, ready to devour it. “Give me romance. Give me all of you. Tonight. Whatever you’re willing to give. I’ll take it.”

Take Me Away

Artist Mabel Rollins Harris; photo: pinterest

Artist Mabel Rollins Harris; photo: pinterest

Romantic Flash Fiction 20:

For years Forsythia had only dreamed of the ocean. Its magnificence in splendor, its waves crashing upon rocky shores, its delicate whisper as foamy waves crawled eagerly upon a sandy beach.

In her dream, she was always naked, stripped of everything that held her down, or held her back. All burdens she had removed at the beach – bags and boxes of things that distracted her from life, the stuff that she knew she really didn’t need and never satisfied. There were things that hurt like heartache and loss, things that stung like past failures, things like broken promises, and things hard to forgive and forget. All of it, every single piece of luggage that weighed her down like an overloaded flight on a two-passenger jetliner. She discarded it on the shore. Littered. Tossed it amuck.

Then she was free.

In the salt water, the waves tickled her legs as she walked out a ways and gazed up at the sky. The sun was strong on her bare skin, her breasts perky and saluting the ultra-violet rays. She smiled at the day. Clouds trimmed the horizon and clear sapphire painted an otherwise cloudy sky.

Therefore, it was no wonder that she would ask him with all of her heart, “Take me away! I want to see the ocean.”

Wanting more than anything to love her and show her that love in action, Davey brought her out to a secluded cove that weekend. The seagulls welcomed them with their squawks, and the waves rolled reverently upon the sandy shore. Upon gazing at the ocean, she cried, tears staining her rosy cheeks. “It’s everything I’ve ever known it would be.”

Together they waded in knee-deep ocean water, both naked, both alive for the first time in their lives. In the seclusion of the cove, they made love on the beach that day, taking each other to heights of pleasure and delight. Then they kissed long and deep and slow, enjoying each other’s company, basking in the sun and the tranquility of the beach.

As they lay beside each other on a beach towel later that afternoon, Forsythia nestled in his protective arms and sighed contentedly.

“Forsythia,” whispered Davey gently in her ear, “is the ocean everything you’d ever hoped it would be?”

She closed her eyes and for a silent moment pondered the question. The waves rolled in from the water’s edge and tickled her toes as she pulled her windswept hair back. Was it everything she’d ever dreamed of?

“Only one thing was missing from my dream,” she replied, turning her face to his and gazing deeply into his eyes. A wave crashed upon the beach behind them, but they paid it no attention. “You are the best part of my life,” she said softly. “If I could visit a thousand beaches and swim with the dolphins in open waters at every one, it wouldn’t compare to being here with you.”

“I love you, Forsythia,” he said, his hand tenderly sliding loose strands of her hair away from her face. “I was hoping you’d say that.”