Sand Dollar

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"Mmm.." I shifted tiredly in my bed, running a hand along the vanilla-scented satin sheets in search of him, but he was not there.. I opened my weary eyes only to immediately shield them from the blinding rays of the mid-morning sun as they shone through the straw blinds of his beach cabin. My lips curled up into a self-satisfied grin. He had finally brought me there, his own private getaway. He had whisked me, of all women, away, to celebrate his recent success.. but where is he..? My smile quickly faded as I wistfully waited for him to return. One side of me feared that he had only brought me there to use me and that he wouldn't come back for me. The other side, however, was a more optimistic, and expected him to surprise me then carry me away in his strong arms to the ocean side. The salty scent of the ocean entered the room when a small breeze blew in. I could hear the waves through the window and doorway as they rode up onto the sand. I turned over on my to back and the African 'geisha' themed kimono I wore came apart at my bosom, exposing just enough of my endowments to attract the eyes of any man. But there were none.

I rose and walked to the doorway, letting my long, bushy curls billow out around me as I peered out.

There you are......

He came back with an exquisite assortment of fruits and scones. They were perfectly plump and scrumptious. My stomach rumbled at the sight of them and I blushed. "Hey," he called out to me. "I brought you something." His voice was as soothing as the tranquil sounds of the beach, and his smile was beaming like the sun. And his eyes? Oh lord. He had eyes that were blue like the ocean. I swear, there must have been more women who've gotten lost in them than pilots and sea captains who've dis...

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...e invaded. Soon I found myself at the eye of the storm, desperately reaching out into the vortex to try and stop it, but to no avail.

I zapped back into the real world as our amorous lip-lock came to a slow end with his lips dragging off of my own as he pulled back. God, I loved that. He uttered a couple things in that beautiful native tongue of his while his finger played with one of the straps of my bra, as if he were looking for permission to remove it; and who was I to deny such a perfect man? I smirked and chuckled lightly, playfully touching his lips with my pointy finger. "Javier, you have my full consent." I felt a bit sheepish being so easily submissive, but any defenses I had were already breached by his disarming charm. If he wanted to have me right then and there, he could have, and it wouldn't have been a thing that I could have said or done about it.

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