A Roll in the Sand

Wednesday, October 11th, 2012

My friend Gym picked me up from the apartment and we headed down to Huntington Beach on his sport bike for dinner.  There's nothing like a ride on a motorcycle to put my thoughts in order, and to place things in perspective as I watch the world go by.  I took this time to count my blessings, I was on the back of a bike, in riding gear, gripping the body of a hot muscled stud, I write a blog detailing the amazing sexual encounters I have with gorgeous men, I have two awesome jobs that I thoroughly enjoy, I am surrounded by friends and family who love and support me, and I have the power to make many people happy which I utilize as much as possible and as often as possible.  Life is awesome!

After wandering a bit we decided on Subway for a light dinner, and then returned to the bike.  We rode up the beach about half a block before getting back off again, and walked down to the shore.  We enjoyed the dark beach, not a soul for miles, just us, and the black ocean, waves crashing and the air salty with the spray.

Suddenly, Gym tackled me to the sand!  We made out passionately right there!  Boots to boots, leather on leather, his bulging muscled arms threatening to crush my slim frame and turn my bones to fragments, lips locked close and wet! Just how I like it! Damn was it hot! I sat up, rock hard and horny as fuck, sand running down my pants.  We headed out, racing over the dark highway, back to my apartment.

We stripped to skin, and cuddled close on my bed, naked bodies held close and wrapped in each other's warmth.  His broad chest a heavy pillow of tough muscle, his arms mighty and strong, wrapped around me keeping me warm, safe, and close to him.  More kissing, light pillow talk...and then...we drifted off to sleep.

Thank you for a beautiful night, handsome!

Play Safe, Dear Reader.