Reading At The Beach Novels & Stories

I am getting all wet thinking about him. I grab my beach bag and blanket to head for the beach. I open the French doors of my beach house and walk right out onto the beach. I look for a spot so that I can have a good view of the volleyball game. I know he will be here soon to play with a few other guys. I settle on a place not too far from my beach house and put my blanket down. I get a book out of my bag and a bottle of water. I settle in and wait for him.

I stretched out on my towel, and then sat up, digging my feet into the sand at the edge of my towel. The sand burned a little, but the heat felt so good on my skin. I couldn’t believe how much I was enjoying being on the beach. The ocean sparkled in the tropical sun, the sand glowed with sunlight. Gulls called in the distance, but the constant breathing of the ocean was all I wanted to hear. I never wanted to stop hearing it.

For the first time in weeks, I felt something inside me loosen. Nico ran ahead the second we reached the beach. He had a small red bucket in one hand and immediately started collecting shells with the kind of focus usually reserved for bomb disposal. Chiara sat on a blanket reading while pretending not to watch him every two seconds. Marcus stretched out beside her in sunglasses, looking exhausted but almost relaxed. Kai had already wandered off toward a row of food stands near the harbor because he claimed beach food was always terrible and he intended to fix that problem personally. Elena stood near the waterline with her shoes in one hand, staring out at the sea with a look I could not qu

They decided to remove their foot ware and walk with bare foot. As they were walking, they could feel the fresh smell of the beach like it was an air freshener. They could feel the light breeze coming against them. As they stroll along, they were taken in by the soothing atmosphere that encircles them. Vicky close her eyes, letting herself absorb the blistering rays of the sun. She was comforted by the sounds of the ocean; the rhythmic pounding of the waves represses all of his worries. She look into the cloudless cerulean blue sky and see the perfection of life. She often want to be like a seagull, seemingly drifting endlessly in the wind without a care in The sand was mixed with a differen

As my friends continued to enjoy the beach, I found myself lying under a shed with Shraf. The sun beat down on us, but the shade provided a welcome respite from the heat. I clutched my book tightly, trying to lose myself in the pages, but my mind kept wandering back to Shraf. He lounged beside me, his eyes fixed on me as I read. I could feel his gaze on me, and it made my skin prickle with awareness. Mark called out to us from a distance, offering to apply sunscreen to anyone who needed it. Sarah eagerly accepted, and Mark made his way over to her. After he was done he called, "Do anyone else need me to apply sunscreen on them?!"

Back to her high roof sprinter van, her studio on wheels at the coast. Gunner crunches his food between his teeth, while Gracie sports a teal swimsuit with a cream colored lacey cover up, chewing daintily on spinach and egg whites. Then, sips on her morning coffee; a pumpkin mocha, savoring the flavor, breathing in its aroma, of Autumn in a cup, mixed with salty air. She marvels at the sea while reading a book, sitting in a foldable chair, under a shaded canopy. Her golden brown waves are gently nudged by the breeze. Hours pass on this peaceful morning, and before she knows it, lunch time has arrived. The joy of watching waves while reading all morning has given Gracie a satisfied mood. Sav

I knew it was time for me to go to wherever the dead were meant to go, whether that was heaven, hell, or eternal nothingness. But before I left, I wanted to see Ron one last time. When I found him, he was on a small Greek island, renting a seaside house. Every morning, he sat on the terrace watching the ocean. In the afternoon, he went into town to buy bread. At night, he drank until he fell asleep. He had aged a lot. His hair had begun to turn white. His eyes were always red. That evening at dusk, he was drunk again, slumped over the table, clutching a photo frame holding our engagement photo. I did not know where he found it. One corner was burned, but I could still see my face.

I also liked that people would look up towards the tower and never know I was walking around with my cock and balls swinging free. Mom was on the beach, in her chair, reading. The Scanlons arrived; Aubrey was in another thong bikini. They set up on the beach and talked for a few minutes. Three teen girls stopped by, and after chatting with them for a bit, Beth left with them. I was disappointed; it seemed like that would mean no brother-sister action that day.

I took my towel, sunglasses, sunblock, bottled water, and a book before I started walking towards the beach. He's a busy man. He can come and find me when he's finished. I needed to think this through. I need my girls. I finally found my spot and started laying down my towel on the sand. I sat on my towel, put on my sunblock, then started reading. Hey...this is not too shabby. I liked the remote island vibe after a couple of minutes of relaxing and diving into my book. I didn't want to get tan lines, so I unclasped my bikini top and laid on my belly before I continued to read.

Marianna He takes me to the beach. Fifteen minutes from Kinetic. Empty at nine AM on a Friday except for a man doing tai chi near the waterline and a woman reading something thick and serious under an umbrella. We sit in the sand. The Atlantic does its thing, bigger and louder than the North Sea, less philosophical about it, waves that arrive with conviction rather than the North Sea's patient erosion. The sun is doing what the Miami sun does in October, warm without the summer brutality, the kind of warmth that feels like an apology for August.