I'm laying in bed, naked and wrapped in the bed sheets next to my husband. It's morning. Early morning at that. The sun is beginning to shoot through the cracks in our blinds, encouraging us to roll out of bed and start the day.
Our place is completely quiet, its peacefulness making it hard to believe that its occupants would ever engage in sex so scandalous that their friends would blush if they knew what went on behind closed doors.
I breathe deeply and can smell the salt that perpetually hangs in the air. Even then, in the early morning, the air already feels slightly sticky, letting me know that the day will be hot. Just like yesterday. And the day before that.
My husband finally comes out of the bedroom and joins me, both of us still absconding clothes. I watch him as he walks towards me and wraps his arms around me, pulling my body into his and holding me tightly.
He has a sharp tan line at the bottom of his back, the result of spending most of his days outside. I look down at my own tan lines. My tan is darker than his, but my tan lines not as sharp. I have multiple swimsuits, all of which fit slightly differently and help to create a more ambiguous tan line.
We retire briefly to the bedroom and put on our swimsuits, the only attire we'll need for the day. A quick stop back in the kitchen has us ready to head out to the beach, coffee and mimosas in tow. Two minutes later, we're watching the waves roll gently in as the sun washes over our body.
Because that's where we live. That's my biggest fantasy. My writing has taken off and I no longer have to work for Corporate America and we can live at the sand & surf and I can be my own boss.
Expecting something more... sexual?
**sigh**
Me too, sometimes. But my biggest fantasy is that my husband and I can stop working our corporate-type jobs and live where we vacation, doing jobs because we enjoy them rather than because we need the paycheck.
Some people live to work, which is something I'll never relate to. I just don't get wet reading business models, breaking down spreadsheets, calculating various business risk, analyzing case law, or any of the other things I have to do right now. When
I'm fantasizing, I'm making good money and not working 8-10 hours a day on
things I'm not passionate about at all.
And my husband feels the same way. There is no sexual fantasy that could compete with the above.
Although, if he could pick a second fantasy, my guess is that he would want to come home one day and walk in on me having sex with two attractive and well-hung guys that he's never met or heard of before. Having me secretly orchestrate a threesome-turned-foursome behind his back as a surprise for him is pretty high on his list.
But hey, there's no reason why that couldn't be arranged at the beach.😃 That one probably just stays a fantasy. We would both have to get more bold in order to turn that into reality, but it's a fun fantasy for now.
I don't know if we'll ever make that beach fantasy come true. We're still young, so there's plenty of time. Right now, I'm just hoping we can figure out how to buy a condo that we could rent out most of the time. It's not all the way to the fantasy, but it's baby steps.
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