One summer beach exploration whisked me through a vortex of surrealism. My footsteps began in the real world with grains of sand between my toes and the salty sea breeze caressing my skin. With no such thing as time, I arrived at the door steps of a royal world mixed with a whip of fantasy that left indelible patterns that are now tattoos on my heart.
The desire to express pure excitement and to keep the energies moving are soaring from within and the sexual heat is pumped up. As I get older, I find that the moments to be able to call up a girlfriend and chit chat about one’s experiences are more difficult to relive, so I must write about this as a way of processing my feelings and sharing the experience.
I
still have photos of that evening. It was a fun and culturally unique
experience. We discovered that we
were both in the media field that night. Over
the years to follow we spoke on the phone a couple of times and ran into each
other a few other times. Each time I was reminded of how much I simply liked
him.
The last time we had connected at a local coffee shop, I
left with contact information and the promise that we would see each other again. A week later, my psychic did a reading revealing that Daniel and I were in fact, very compatible and that a
long lasting even marital relationship could be deeply fulfilling. At the time
I was so messed up over a relationship that was not nurturing me and in the
midst of moving out and on with my life, I really couldn’t focus on someone
else nor was I really interested at the time.
With adventurous hearts and a sensual spirit we share
naturally, he was pleased with the idea of a “Beach Date”. So pleased that he
pleased me the entire weekend! With that in mind, I would rate the date a 10+
on a scale of 1 – 10.
We agreed that we would leave early on Friday morning to spend the afternoon on the beach and that we would return by 5pm on Saturday so that he would make it back on time for a prior engagement he had. We pulled out around 8:30am on Friday morning. Daniel was prompt and well prepared for our “Beach Date Getaway”. I was too excited for words, as the initial experience was already warming up my heart fire. When I walked outside to meet him in the parking lot, he looked good and I was delighted by his appearance and the vibes I felt from him. He wore beach shorts and a white tank top that said Metro Run & Walk. Run and walk alright! You can be assured that he does just that himself.
Daniel is tall with a medium to big athletic frame. Hmm…. I want to guess that he’s at least 6’2”. Surprisingly, I didn’t ask. Swept away in the moment, I didn’t care. Anyway, he’s a perfect size for me. And yes, I mean that in every way. (LOL!)
I came out with my bag on one shoulder, a paper bag in one
hand and the leash of the dog in another hand. Approaching him, I handed him
the bag on my should and the paper bag. He placed them in the car and I
immediately gave him a big bear hug with my arms wrapped around his waist and
my head resting on his chest. The squeeze lasted for at least 20 seconds.
Next, I did some last minute tasks as
Daniel waited patiently. I say patiently because it is one of the awesome
energies that he brings with him. He is a wonderfully patient man and that’s a
positive trait. I can do without the drama of a man rushing a woman in
any instant. And I’ve seen and know what that’s like. This created an ease that
set the pace for the rest of the date. I eagerly finished, grabbed the picnic basket and dashed out the door. I came back and he opened the passenger’s door
as I slid my body on the leather seats and heard the door close as I reached
for the seat belt. When he sat in the car, I turned to him and gave him a nice
short kiss on his lips. He lips were so full, soft and juicy feeling. I
couldn’t wait to get a more wholesome experience of them. What awaited us was
the most romantic, ecstatic date that I can recall in this life time.
Daniel put me in charge of the music. He had brought with
him a shopping bag filled with CD’s. I was taken back down memory lane with
artists like Funkadelic, Motown, Brides of Funkenstein, and a host of others. I
took with me 3 of the most recently purchased CD’s. I shared my music with him
and then began to taste some in his collection.
We chatted and laughed and talked about things we shared and
had in common. We shared our common dreams of owning a home at the beach; of
having a life of financial independence and the freedom to live large. We both
have an insatiable taste for the finer things in life and love traveling and
dancing. We talked about exotic dances
like Tango & Salsa dancing and the desire to really learn and do them. So
we made plans to do a class together and dance, dance, dance. He seems to think
that he’s more advanced than I am. He’s at perhaps an intermediate level and
has taken Salsa dance classes. But I am a dancer at heart and I can get on the
floor and just move my body to Salsa like I’ve been doing it before. I know my
body can flow with the moves of a true dancer who can lead me well and know his
stuff. Anyway, that’s my creative ego speaking. I look forward to discovering
just where I am and where he is. It’ll be fun. Oh, I am smiling at the synchronicities
of how we danced when we first met and enthusiastically looking forward to
dancing again.
Daniel allowed me the freedom to choose our destination.
Oooh… I loved that too because it allowed me
creative time and the spirit of freedom
it brings forth. I chose the beach and
selected the accommodations. He told me that as long as it was within a 5 hour
drive, he was gamed. I loved the tone he was blowing already. He was open and flexible and that too is
important for me when it comes to relating. At first I considered Ocean City. Then I chose a beach in North Carolina near the tip of the Eastern Shore. After recalling
high reviews from two friends, I was eager to follow up. So I chose Currituck National Wildlife Refuge. My chose was perfect. I sent him
some details and pictures as he shared the excitement and spirit of adventure
right along with me.
All along, I had no expectations, I did not spend anytime
wondering what it would be like to do a brief
beach getaway with Daniel as our
first official date. I did not ponder
over what the date would be like or any other curious details that would
normally pop up in m head. All I knew deep within was that all was well. I
sensed no signs of danger or warning and allowed myself to ease right along
frame by frame. My advice to anyone
reading this is that… “A space of no expectations is the best place to be”. I
was prepared to make my financial contribution to this extended date and went
with a winning attitude. In the end,
Daniel covered everything with ease. The inn that I chose was probably the most
expensive one on the Island. At least that was
revealed through the listings I found online. The island was pretty booked that weekend. During dinner on Friday
night, I offered to contribute to the tab and he said no.
The entire weekend was filled with magical, heart glowing
moments. It was the little things that Daniel did that made it so enchanting.
He opened my door and closed it after me each time we got into the car
together. He spoke to me with in a gentle, whispery voice that was so
soothing. He checked in with me on
occasion to make sure I was okay inside. He carried the weight of most of the
bags. He touched me with tenderness and responded to my affectionate
outreaches. For example, I put my left arm and hand on his neck as he drove. I
gently rubbed his neck line and skimmed my fingers across his shoulders as far
as I could possibly go. At moments I just allowed the warmth of my hands to
fill his cervix spine knowing that it would bring ease to him. He reached out
and rested his right hand on my thigh reciprocating the nonverbal communication.
With me being a feeling, touchy kind of woman. I thrive on touch and sensuality so
it is essential that my male counterpart is able to nurture those needs. The
date will eventually reveal whether he could or not.
His protectiveness and thoughtfulness spoke loudly through his
vibrations. In our suite I soon learned upon entering that the vanity light was blown
out. I told Daniel and he immediately dialed the front desk to have it
resolved. The engineer came in a flash
as I could hear his entry while I showered in the bath room. I came outside to find that he made sure the
engineer was not in the room while I came out the shower. I got dressed on time
before his return with the bulbs. Then it was his turn to shower since we were
getting a bit late for our dinner reservations. He wanted to make sure that I
was not in the room alone with the engineer while he showered. It was those
moments and many others that evoked this warm feeling all over my body. I felt
cared for with a protectiveness that a man, a husband, or a lover would and
should expend on and around his woman.
We were finally dressed and ready for dinner. He
complimented me and I complimented him on his attire which was pretty casual. He
wore a red, green and blue international soccer top, long jeans and slippers. Only
he looked so so sexy in them. His ass moved in them with a masculine sensuality
that stroke a nice cord in me. He was casual yet sensually arousing to me.
We arrived at the restaurant. Daniel loves good food and the
experience of dinning as much as I do. He’s not as big on aesthetics as I am
but the substance of our similar taste is very present. The restaurant was a country cozy style. He
agreed that I chose the perfect words to describe the ambiance. All staff interactions
were pleasant and respectful. I don’t
usually ask a man to choose my wine, but I did so with such ease in fact, it
felt like de ja vu. Daniel chose the perfect wine. I knew he wouldn’t
disappoint me and was stimulated by the very notion. After we agreed on our food selection, he relayed
our choices to the waiter. He referred to me as “the lady” when giving our order.
That felt nice. It made me glow inside once again. I loved the way it felt and
the way the words rolled out of his lips and the energy that followed. It is
certainly not what you say but how you say it. The manner in which he spoke and
interacted with others brought great reverence for this perfect gentleman.
After dinner we stopped by an ice cream venue. Helen, the front desk at our hotel had impressed us with the places and restaurants she recommended. Now we were about to try the dessert place. I ordered a mango sherbet on a waffle cone. Daniel ordered a double deck chocolate on a waffle cone. We sat outside under the night skies of this exotic island that many have yet to discover. We both commented on our selections. There were chunks of mango in my sherbet and it was eye rolling sweet. As we both faced each other eating our desserts, I couldn’t help but notice the way Daniel was eating, licking his ice cream. Every lick seemed purposeful. The sensual, slow and gentle movements of his tongue could not go unnoticed. I began to radiate with a big smile on my face. In my mind, I was thinking…. my goodness…. if he makes love the way he eats that ice cream then I should be in for a splendid post dessert treat. Yes, I had intimacy, sex and more pleasurable ideas on my mind. And my heart and intuition were telling me that this man could magnificently reenact the “ice cream eating skit” in the bedroom. Ooooo….
We returned to our hotel and decided to sit on the patio for
a moment to enjoy the watery view and the soothing silence that swirled around
us. The temperatures were mild, skies
were clear and we knew that we were no where near our everyday topography. He
guided me to sit on his lap just as I was making my way to do likewise. I sat on him and felt the bulge in his pants
that indicated his state of being while my inner fire began to flame on! I
turned around and joined my lips with his. The deeper kiss that I yearned for
since I sat in his car was right in my face. With lips slightly parted our
tongues slid into the juicy folds and contours of our kissers. I began to feel my body warm up increasingly.
The back of my neck was tingling and my pelvic region was pulsating. We kissed each other with a long awaited
thrust. It was passionate and delicious. It was tasty and sweetly
pleasing. The foreplay trumpet was now ringing and the
sensual movements had begun.
Patience continued to permeate our evening. We continued to
kiss our way back into our suite. Finding ourselves spread out on the bed he held my face and began to
kiss my forehead, my nose, my cheeks, my eyes and finally my lips; my body melting
with desire.
One of the main attractions of the Currituck and North Carolina outer banks that it is a wild refuge. Horses and other animals run wild and roam freely. We were looking forward to seeing horses run and swim in the waters. But we didn’t quite experience that. But what followed after we made our way into the room would bring out the wild horse power that I thought I’d never see on that island. The sparks of magical moments and sparks of pure pleasure and enduring, love making. He was gentle, rock steady with exceptional staying power. I not only rode a horse, but I was certainly was rocked by one.
I woke up the next morning lying in the crease of a nice
strong arm attached to a sizeable body in every
way. Upon opening my eyes and
turning around, my lips were greeted with the touch of his lips as they moved
softly into a sun salutation of passionate French kiss mirrored in reflection
of his genitals. As the sun rose, so did
the temperature in our bodies. We rose to the glorious occasion of mother nature’s
sweet breakfast in bed.
What’s so fascinating about this entire experience is the way it made me feel. How I witness the reawakening of my senses. It was about how I experienced the energies that nurtured my wholeness. It was about coming back to my needs, that person, that person, place or thing that quenches the thirst of my emotional needs. Often, we misunderstand the dynamics of relating and get caught up on the man, the image, the body that arrives in our lives. We do not easily understand the spirit of relating and the message each lover or individual brings to our lives. I made a conscious connection with the energies of this man. The essence he brings and what he represents. I felt, saw and was reminded of what I want in a partner, what I need in my intimate relationship. I experienced ME… consciously savoring the qualities that blend harmoniously with mine while enjoying the characteristics that compliment our journey into wholeness. Clarity came about as a result of this dynamic weekend. I received clarity about who I am, what I want, what I need and what I can give and offer to my partner.
I remembered, re-experienced and re-awakened the way I like and need to be loved, and the equal importance of loving and accepting another. It was about drinking of the sensual sexual fruits and cocktails of each other. The manners and the gestures that feed both our spirits were affirmed. I was reminded of my queenly essence, my royal needs, of his highness. This man brought it out of me and he delivered to me a gift that I will long retain in my sensual memory. The moments were tantalizingly majestic. And the equally beautiful part of it all is that I know that he experienced something wonderfully transforming as well. It was not just about me, it was about him and us. It was about all.
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