The photos above inspired an exercise in romance
writing with the subject California beach romance.
Every girl needs a guy to
caress as the sun sets. And what woman could resist a sexy guy
like Brad Masters with his rock-hard physique and velvet skin?
The surfer spends his life in the ocean, but when he leaves the
beach at night, he becomes all mine. I met him at Lover's Point
when visiting my girlfriend in California this summer. We swore
we'd never let it get out of hand. We both had plans--and they
involved other people. But when he pressed his firm body
against mine and wrapped his arms around me, the flame that
burned inside grew stronger. Melting into each other as the
sun faded over Catalina Island, Brad told me he wanted me to go there with him
to retrieve a tucked away treasure. It was waiting to be opened and shared with
the love of his life. Romantic, tall and giving me his heart, at our feet
was a valentine he drew in the sand with rocks, seashells and a tiny seaweed
strand. With tossed sandy curls and soulful blue eyes he gently pressed
his lips on mine, our passion exploding. "Love me," Brad said, his sweet
breath inviting me in.
I ached for him. The chemistry
was explosive as our passions overwhelmed us with desire to taste, to touch, and
give ourselves to each other in the final act of love.
My flight leaves
tomorrow. Can I let this handsome man who makes me hurt with every fiber of my
being wash away in the sand as I return to my old life? Or should I follow my
passion and succumb to Mr. Masters, the man of my dreams?
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