Word Limit: 350 words
Bonus Words: Give us a hint of what the
people on the beach are seeing (if there are
any)
When
I went to the beach that morning, I intended to “end it all.” I didn’t
have a real plan in mind, but vaguely thought that drowning or pills
would be the best way. Or maybe I’d take a bunch of pills then start
swimming out as far as I could until I was either exhausted or too
stoned to make it back, then I’d just go under and… not be.
I sat in my car staring at all that water (And that’s just the top of it! I
heard my father say, an echo from the past.) I could already feel how
cold the water would be on my naked skin, and idly wondered how many
pills I’d have to take to shut down my nervous system until I… stopped
being.
A
happy shriek drew my attention to the beach, and the people there I
hadn’t even noticed before. It was too early for it to be crowded, but a
number of umbrellas, chairs, and blankets already dotted the sandy
runway.
The
shriek had come from a little girl, maybe 5 or 6, running happily from
an older boy. He was having just as much fun as she was, and judging
from the shared features I felt safe in assuming them to be siblings.
The two adults, no doubt their parents, smiled indulgently. They looked
happy.
Another
family sat near them. The adults were border-line obese and the
children were on their way to it, but none of them looked
self-conscious. And why should they? They were at the beach, having a
perfectly lovely time. Screw anybody that would judge their appearance,
right? I thought they were beautiful. They looked happy.
My
eyes were then drawn to the young couple in the water. They were the
only ones to brave its chill so early, though only standing to their
shins. The young man was saying something to the girl, urging her on.
Suddenly she reached behind her and off came her bikini top. His eyes
lit up, and when she turned her smile radiated excitement and
embarrassment, but mostly love. They looked oh, so happy.
I was laughing with a joy I hadn’t felt in months, and wiping the tears from my eyes as I drove home.
378 words.
I've been accused of being a
pessimist, and though I can't really blame people for thinking that I
still think it's unfair. Yes, I often have a bleak outlook on life, and
I'm always on the lookout for the "worst case" scenario in a given
situation, but that's because I'm a realist. Realists and pessimists are
similar, but the difference is this: I recognize and look for the worst
case, but I plug ahead anyway, trying for a better outcome. It's easy to
keep going when you're an optimist: you can't see how anything bad
could possibly happen. Try it when there's a voice in your head
constantly telling you it's going to end bad!
Some of FFF stories are based on that
theme, and the above is no different. If you stopped reading too soon,
then of course you would think I'm a pessimist based on the way my
characters talk. But if you stick it out to the end, there's often that
ray of hope that shines through.
Favorite sexual experience: In the "What the L" series, I'm going to (eventually) get around to my favorite experience with L. It was at Myrtle Beach, New Year's Eve 2010, and it was hot!
For today, I'll tell about my favorite with the wife. I'd just cum, and as usual I grabbed her vibrator to get her off too. Instead of laying down like she normally did, she stood beside the bed, straddling my knee, with one foot on the bed giving me easy access. She took the vibrator and applied it to her clit while I fingered her pussy, still squelching wet from her excitement and my cum. She told me to use one of the other toys, so I got the short, thick one I like using on her. I ran it up and down her pussy lips, getting it wet, while she continued to play. Almost in desperation she told me to "just put it in!" I positioned it, then felt it pop right through her tightened hole, and as soon as I did she said "Uh!" and came hard. Her whole body was quivering, and it went on for about 30 seconds with her panting and shaking the whole time.
I go to the beach to restore my soul... and eat lobster! So this take resonates with me. Beautiful sentiment. And a hot memory with a spouse! YUM. So fun FFFing with you Rob!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Sassy, and I agree: I wish we'd started FFFing together years ago! ;-)
ReplyDeleteI have to admit that FFF is one of my favourite weekly events. There is always a different perspective. One that makes you go oh. Or OH! Glad you are both playing!
ReplyDeleteRob... Good story. I liked it a lot.
So glad to see that ray of hope come shining through at the end. :)
ReplyDeleteYour story was beautiful Rob. I could really see the beach. ;) You do have a gift for writing...don't give it up.
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