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Original Poetry & Short Stories

The Gray Day Dream
by Janet

It’s another wet and chilly day, it’s been raining now off and on for

three long days. The dampness has been seeping into the house and making

it seem colder than it actually is. The mug in my hand holds fragrant lemon

tea with honey which steams gently and warms my hand as I watch the rain

drops gather together then stream down the window as I snuggle deeper into

my sweater............ The gray day and rain spattered window fade and

merge and my lips curl into a smile as I begin to day dream ............

Mmmm. I smell the tang of the ocean and feel the wind through my

hair as we ride in the car. It’s just starting in to dusk and I can already see

some of the early stars starting to shine through. We have decided to go for

a swim just at dark in the ocean and are very near our destination as I smile

over at you...............

I love the beach and grin at you as I reach for my things as we get out

of the car. I have two towels one large, one small and a belted robe over my

suit. You have on a shirt over your suit and a large towel thrown over your

shoulder. We both have flip flops on our feet, which make slapping and

scuffing sounds as we walk over the dunes to the beach beyond. The sky

above is a rich purple with pink and orange high clouds on the western

horizon which we can see through the dunes and beach trees. We slip off

our shoes as we angle along the beach heading for the water and wander a

bit between there and the high tide line looking for shells and other sea

treasures. Along the way I pick up several sticks and tell you “We should

have brought the dog so that he could fetch them..........” I throw one of the

three I have ahead and you run ahead and bring it back to me as I again

reach the high water mark. “Ahh... what a good boy you are!” I say

laughing.

Sticks make wonderful clothes racks stuck in the soft sand and I

quickly strip to my suit and dash off to the water. You follow more slowly

and take your time entering the water not at all like me that splashes straight

in. The water is lovely and cool after the heat of the day and almost calm

with only slight waves upon the shore. It’s the quiet time of evening, the

rising moon makes a silver path as we swim quietly with gentle touches and

I, a quick stolen kiss before diving from sight. You next feel my hands along

your legs and then round and up your back, I surface with my arms around

your neck from behind and as I nibble your ear my legs circle your waist.

You support my legs as you start wading to shore and as you reach

shallower water I ask to be let down and we walk ashore.

Where the water is but a thin skim of wavelets upon the sand I tell

you “Stop, then to strip while I watch”. You hold your suit out to me but I

ask you to step higher on the beach rather than take it. I tell you “Turn and

face the ocean, stand with your feet just wider than shoulder width apart and

hold that suit out in open hands palm up six inches apart and just below

shoulder level”. I leave you standing and walk behind you out of your sight

leaving you with wet skin and a breeze starting to blow across you. I return

my hair wrapped in a small towel and the larger one being applied

vigorously to my skin then wrapped round me. I walk around you and run

my hand from your back around to your belly and feel your skin prickle with

the chill and my touch. I run my fingernails up the inside of your right leg

and trail my whole hand down the inside of the left. “My your skin is cold, I

need to warm it some I think” as I remove the towel wrapping my body and

you see the moon shining upon my naked breasts. You move your head

slightly for a better view and are told “Stop! You were not given permission

to move.” I grasp the towel in the center and start swinging it as a flogger

across your lower legs and knees and the lower part of your thighs then step

to the side. Up your side and shoulder then I step around to your back and

the strokes till now soft become harder and harder across your back and

butt, then softer down the legs. Still yet soft, I step to the other side and

move up and down your body then step again to the front. “Raise your

arms” I say and when you do the strokes from the towel come harder and

harder on your upper chest but much more softly on your belly and hips.

When I step back and again wrap the towel around my body you realize that

you are dry where the towel touched and wet only in your hands that hold

the suit, your groin which I have not touched and your feet in the wet sand.

You watch as I reach up and undo the short towel wrapping my hair and

shake it out, you manage to hold steady as I snap it experimentally and

achieve a loud pop. “Lower your arms to waist level and slightly away form

you” as I swish the towel at your lower legs and knees. I move to the side

and lightly snap at your arms shoulders ribs butt and thighs. When I move

to your back you know that I will start off lightly but when I concentrate on

your back and butt that I will get very heavy, the thought sends a thrill

through your body and I can see that you are ready for what is to come.

That small damp towel whips back and forth across your back and butt

harder and harder and then starts to snap at very specific spots on your butt

lifting those lovely cheeks slightly with each blow. Suddenly the strokes

stop and you are left to feel the heat from your own back and bottom and

just as suddenly you feel fingernails starting at your ankles and moving up

over your calves and on up your legs. When they approach your but they

suddenly disappear and quickly start again on the back on either side of the

spine at the neck and drag all the way to the small of the back then down

and over the butt. Those fingernails move up and down back and forth until

you know that your back and butt are a mass of red lines and stinging

sensations. Then it stops, that towel starts again very softly across your

back and butt then on to your other side and back to your front. “Raise

your hands to chest level....., very good that suit is still across both palms I

am pleased” I say as I place the suit in only one hand and I remove the one

towel and put both towels in the other hand. “Raise your hands back over

your head” as I step closer to you. I am so close you can feel the heat from

my body but I do not touch until I nip your salty nipple with my teeth then

the other then back and forth between nipples several times. I stand back

with a smile and tell you to lower your hands and take the suit and towels

from you. I tell you that you may not move your feet nor look back but that

you may stretch and move your body to relieve any cramping. Then I move

behind you again and you wonder what else I have planned.

You can hear me moving behind you and then.... it sounds like I’m

digging in the sand?.. then you hear no more movement till I move back in

front of you. “Hold your hands out wrists together” and as I bind your

hands I can see you wondering where I got rope..... till you see that it is the

tie from my robe. “Sit on the sand now lay back as I guide you with the

rope”, I step to the side and pull your hands over your head and fasten them

to.. what? You look up and see one of the sticks buried in the sand and find

that I am at your ankles spreading them. I’m digging again and this time the

stick is buried slanted over your ankle holding it in place then the other is

dug into place leaving you tied on the beach with your legs spread in the

damp cold sand on your quickly cooling but still stinging bum and back.

You see me smile as I stand over you and know that I like what I see. I

bend and you see that I have one of the large shells we picked up earlier with

which I scoop up dry sand and pour it over you and you realize that it is still

slightly warm from the sun against your cooling body. Several more scoops

of this warm fine sand are scooped over your body and you find that one

side is warm the other that stings slightly is cold. Then I start drawing

designs in the sand with my fingers and pressing hard enough to scrape

lightly on your chest belly thighs and around your cock and balls. Most of

the sand is now gone from your body and I decide that you need more but

this time I dig with my shell in the damp sand next to you and create a well

with wet sand and water as I dig deeper. This I drizzle over you along the

same patterns that I drew in the dry sand. I again draw along the designs

with my fingers but the wet sand is harsher than the dry and you find that

you are becoming even more sensitive in those areas around the nipples

there are lovely inward curving spirals, down the belly to the groin a curving

serpentine that becomes smaller with each pass, up the legs again to the

groin are three lines on each leg and finally figures of eight around the cock

and balls. I dip water in the shell from the well that is filling and pour it

along the patterns washing them away and leaving salty stinging trails in

their wake. Then I blow on my hands and rub them to warm them. As I

take your cock in my hands and start to massage it more and more firmly I

tell you that now is the time for you to cum. That I want to feel you throb

within my hands and to feel the warmth wash over my hands for this is my

reward this night here in the moonlight. To see the tension, to hear the

sounds of release and feel the quiet of the body after and know that this was

created by my hand. My art upon your body through your mind; I think as I

release you to go wash the sand away and then come for a dry towel in my

warm embrace..............

With a start I find myself smiling out the window at the gray day, the

tea has gone cold in my hand. I’m still smiling as I go to warm the tea, my

step a little lighter..........................

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