On The Beach Novels & Stories

"To Mountainhowl for a retreat. We're going to eat, drink, get you into at least one bikini and on the beach." "I can't swim," I said, my eyes feeling heavy as the pain in my head continued to throb. "Going to the beach isn't always about swimming, sometimes it's about tanning, being doted on by hot shirtless men who want to be at your beck and call." "You're terrible," I said, voice slurring as I fell asleep. "I lose no sleep over it." Dominic

Veronica glanced around. As expected, the late summer crowd pretty much crammed the entire beach resort. Beside the resort was a private property for rich folks with vacation homes in the area. Everybody seemed to be enjoying the long day. Bikini-clad teenagers showing off their tanned bods played volleyball near the cabanas.

Saturday morning, Conner was back at Santa Monica Beach, leaning against the front fender of his BMW, straining to catch his breath after a twenty minute run. The sun, pleasantly warm on his face and arms, floated in a powder blue sky flecked with puffy, cotton ball clouds. A gentle onshore breeze carried the briny marine scent across the beach. The surf was flat, and only a few surfers bobbed in the water. Conner could barely hear the stunted waves as they broke weakly against the shore, especially over the delighted screams of frolicking children who romped in the sand along the water’s edge.

We stepped onto the back porch, and the salty ocean air and the calming rhythm of the waves in the background instantly welcomed me. The scene before us was picturesque, and I'm definitely in awe. The Long Island beach stretched out in a mesmerizing expanse of blue, and a large table had been set up under a canopy laden with an assortment of breakfast foods. The family was scattered around, some playing volleyball, others relaxing.

The white sands shone like crystal, and the ocean sparkled under the brightness of the sun. There were few people at the beach, and they were all adults. The age of the youngest person could be estimated to be twenty. Some of them wore conservative clothing, but most of them wore beachwear. Some couples splashed about by the shore, laughing and screaming when a wave approached. "Welcome to Santa Torres Beach, Babe." Theo wrapped his arm around my waist, while his other hand held our bags. "Beautiful, huh?" "Oh, you have no idea," I whispered, still entranced by the scenery.

Lena's POV The moment we arrived at the beach house, the salty breeze welcomed us like a warm embrace. The place was beautiful, even more breathtaking than I remembered. The house stood proudly facing the ocean, its wide glass windows reflecting the golden sunlight dancing on the waves. The sound of the sea was calming, steady, almost like a heartbeat. We were told to relax and settle in first, and soon trays of fried chicken, chips, and drinks were brought out to the backyard patio. It quickly turned into a small gathering. Nothing too formal. Just laughter, music, and the cheerful noise of people who genuinely enjoyed each other’s company.

EVELESSA "Yaay mama..." The boys run around the beach, Alexis and Alexander watch silently as Aretha and Lucian brings baskets filled with snacks. The beach stretches endlessly before us, golden sand glowing under the afternoon sun while waves roll gently toward the shore. The breeze carries salt and warmth, and for once the ocean inside me feels calm instead of restless. Koel runs past me laughing, chasing his brothers toward the water. “Last one there is a sea slug!” one of them shouts.

MY REUNION SEX AT THE BEACH 1. The sun was already low and golden when we stepped onto the warm sand. I’d come to the beach alone, needing a break from the city noise and the endless cycle of dating apps that never seemed to go anywhere. No girlfriend, no complications—just me, a towel, sunscreen, and the sound of waves. I was twenty-four, still figuring shit out, but feeling good in my skin.

We are just regular people at a beach having fun. The sun slowly starts disappearing on the horizon. The sky fills with oranges, yellows, and deep blues. The air changes from soft and comforting, to crisp, and mysterious. It is a breathtaking sight and day to remember. Magnus and Dean get discreetly far from us, and close to the shore. The rest of us stay around the fire telling stories and laughing until we can no more. This is until Penelope screams, "Skinny dipping!" Guys and girls run towards the water. Bikini tops and a few men bathing suits are scattered around the seats. I laugh but remain in a dry land. There is no way I'm getting naked and in the water.

"Of course, I think of everything. I'm big on having fun and you know it. Now, let's go make some remarkable memories!" With anticipation bubbling within us, we eagerly make our way back to our rooms to slip into our beachwear.I still can’t get over the scenery, each time we step onto the beach, we're greeted by a vibrant scene and today is no exception. A glance around shows sun loungers scattered across the sand, colourful umbrellas casting playful shadows, and groups of people either soaking up the sun or engaged in various beach games and activities, from lively beach volleyball matches to friendly games of beach soccer.