Art by Betty Dodson

Faces are obscured by the sun setting behind them. But still, I can clearly distinguish silhouettes and curves lovingly caressed by the golden hour of the fading day. Four women stand right in front of me. Slowly moving, the waterline licks their waist. They are facing each other bare breast. They did not seem to notice my presence just a few meters away. I catch my breath. A suave yet delicate floral and coniferous fragrance floats in waves around me as I long speechless in such a pleasurable moment of surprise.

“Who are they?”, I whisper to Anna as I turn to my friend lying next to me. No sign of her. She vanished.

Don’t leave me high

Don’t leave my dry

Don’t leave me high

Don’t leave my dry

Drying up in conversation
You will be the one who cannot talk
All your insides fall to pieces
You just sit there wishing you could still make love

– Radiohead

A moment ago, she found the perfectly tranquil spot to watch the sun slowly disappearing behind the mountains now blueing. We glimpsed at the fringe of a majestic pine trees canopy. Lying on the beach with her, I couldn’t help but quivered with excitement at her delicate fingers softly caressing my upper back up to my nucha. She sparkled with desire her inner flame dancing on the blink of an eye.

A bottle of oil passes from hand to hand. The women start massaging their shoulders and necks to relax their sore muscles from an intense paddling session earlier today. They smooth and perfume their velvet skin. Then they oil their arms and bellies to finally reach their breasts and turn all their attention to this sensuous part of their bodies. While chatting and smiling, they touch the soft skin of their round breasts for a long time, weighing and massaging them. A blend of milkweed and evergreen fragrance clings on my nostrils encapsulating the scenery forever. The sweet scent of summer unfolding. The sweet scent of sex lingering. Hypnotized by the beauty of the female body, I marvel at every movement bouncing back in pulsations travelling through and through my clit, swirling around my pelvic region. My body vibrates. It begs to move. But I am staring. I am an impromptue voyeuse. Like a sudden morning frost, a blissful sensation hits me from the shoulders down instantly hardening my nipples. Warmth shivering. Mouth slightly open, eyes slightly closed. I bathe in an ecstatic state contemplating the ebb and flow of sexual energy within and without me.

When the urge to touch myself becomes almost unbearable, I slowly peel off my bikini top. The voluptuous sensation increases within seconds. The breeze caresses my breast like a thin lover. My eyelids grow heavier thanks to the endorphins hit. I am now surfing the strong waves of a self-induced paradise. “Isn’t life beautiful”?, I think for myself. “Yes, it is. And so are you”, a voice responds back at me. As I open my eyes, she speaks again with an equally soft and low voice: “Would you like to join us”? Her face irradiates with a delicious smile surmounted by juicy lips. I don’t even bother to formulate any answer. I immediately get up, grab my sarong, and loosely tie it up around my waist. My whole body incarnates a resounding “Yes”! As the sun quickly sets, our little party is heading down a narrow path into the luscious forest.

Arriving at the sight of a chalet, I hear women’s voices and laughter while Miles Davis warms up the atmosphere. Dusk couldn’t be more inviting. I am now surrounded by women smiling at me while guiding me to a large wooden patio and up the stairs. When the door opens and I step into the chalet, sexual energy irradiates across the main room. Exquisite fruits, flowers, and light bouchées are beautifully arranged on a low magnificent hand-sculpted wooden table. The fireplace casts an deep orange warmth and glow inspiring closeness.

Just a perfect day
Problems all left alone
Weekenders on our own
It’s such fun

– Velvet Underground

Then Anna reappears from behind a back door leading to a terrace. She winks as she comes towards me, her small bare breast bouncing at every step. Handing me a glass of champagne, she murmurs “Happy Birthday, lovely”!

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This particular fantasy contains no actual sex act per se. The story proposes instead a canvas of possibilities where sex lingers all along. It is all about awakening the senses, gradually building arousal through delicate sensations adding on. For me, this is very powerful fantasy each time leading to a huge orgasm! The use of imagination and creativity here is key.

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Monica is currently in training as a Bodysex Coach. 

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