On our last morning at the beach that misty coastal fog had dropped down over the coastline, as it is wont to do through the year. But we wanted to get one last walk along the beach in before Heading into the City for a presentation Mistress will make later today at a trade association conference.
So after some invigorating wake-up sex in our little B & B room, we headed north along the beach, which ends in a warren of boulders and cliffs.
It had been several years since we had been to this particular beach, but Mistress has an amazing memory, and recalled a summer visit years ago when the wind was blowing and we found a sheltered space between rocks to "hang out".
Maybe it was that re-awoken memory, or the talk about how one of her suitors is touting his oral sex talents, but it seemed that this deserted beach and the private spaces it made available should not be put to waste.
"Would you like a little surf-side worship, Mistress?"
She didn't put up much of an argument.
Soon her athletic shorts were dipping to her ankles.
It was a good way for us to wind up that phase of our little holiday.
We spent the rest of the day back in the City, under a wonderful blue sky and warm temperatures.
Oddly, along the beach and in the City yesterday we did see some things that reminded me of 'Nilla and her penchant for tentacle sex tales.
I mean look at this beach detritus, 'Nilla?
Mistress was a little surprised when I took this photo, so I explained the 'Nilla tentacle sex genre to her.
"You know, probing phallii filling every potential orifice at once, while binding your legs and arms at the same time as the "victim" of this cruel assault writhes in ecstasy?"
She looked at the window display again.
"Yeah... I could see the appeal of that."
