I stand on the threshold of the shore, the soles of my feet anchored in the warm, giving sand. The sun bathes my skin in a golden glow, and the sea stretches out before me, sending gentle ripples ahead to kiss my toes with wet lips.
A soft breeze caresses my face, brushing strands of hair across my eyes, but beneath this surface of gentle stillness, a wave of desire is forming out on the horizon. It is immense, building in magnitude, yet still a lifetime away from the sand where I wait.
Even at a distance, its undertow is relentless. Before the wave can even reach the shore, the invisible pull of it tugs at my heart. The water recedes, sucking the ground from beneath me, leaving my feet to sink deeper into the wet, heavy sand.
Then the rhythm resets. The sea rushes back in, worshiping the feet I stand upon before it slips away, wishing me well, leaving me stranded in anticipation.
Suddenly the wind ceases. Time stands still.
The world falls away until my heartbeat is the only sound I hear and the only sensation I am capable of logically comprehending.
I am completely helpless to what is approaching. Closing my eyes, I fully surrender to the staggering beauty and depth of my impending future. I give in. I lean in. I trust. I give up control. I open myself to be taken completely by the great dark mystery of it all.
A soul-satisfying collision waiting to happen.
In this space of total yielding, it feels as though I am looking into a mirror, gazing directly upon the most brilliant, unmasked parts of my own being.
Holding myself in your presence upon your arrival, I bear witness to the naked truth of intimate pleasures, of the all-consuming longing and desire to be one.
So take me, ocean.
The me that stands before you is but a shell of who I am.
I am yours.
Ecstatic Soul Stripper 