Eros, in the face of all else
Just came back from a beautiful beach vacation with family. Glimpses of life pulsing, throbbing, beneath the culture-of-meanness/selfishness/war that has become almost second-nature these days. People relaxing, feeling the rhythm of the waves, the warmth of the sun and, of course, showing their bodies, skin, excited natural selves to each other....absolutely gorgeous displays. I couldn't get over this one young woman who wore a small white bikini. Impossibly small, pert breasts, a long midriff, a bit of hips then a slinky pelvic area..when she turned around it was the MOST touchable, pattable, adorable rear I may have ever seen......I tried to ignore her and keep reading my book and...she walked in front of me, collecting shells, pausing to SLOWLY bend over. I couldn't believe my eyes...I was staring at the half-inch of white bikini-material that separated her most intimate parts from my ever-growing-lustful eyes, with the beautiful bulge of her ass-haunch above it, seemingly eye-level...then she straightened up, did it again. Then finally walked on. I thought about her that night while making delicious love with my wife. Don't tell her....:)