Reading At The Beach Novels & Stories

After I'd been out for about an hour, a little afraid of getting burned, I got to my feet and waded back to the beach, figuring I'd let the heat of the sun dry me off. Digging into my bag, I grabbed a bottle of water, drank half of it down, and popped open the sunscreen. Once I'd slathered up again, I dug out the erotic novel I'd been enjoying last night in bed, glad that I'd found a spot where no one else could see what I was reading. I could feel my pulse starting to race as soon as I got into it. Parting my thighs, I worked my fingers over my needy little puss, while I read the arousing passage about the well-hung stud sliding his tongue over his virgin bride's tight little opening.

Still, the words from earlier whisper in the back of my mind, clinging to me like sand to wet skin. The sun burns higher, warming the sand until it stings under my feet. Eben’s already wiped out twice, Josh is showing off with Gemma cheering him on, and for a while it’s just laughter, splashing, and salt water clinging to our skin. Eventually, I give in and wade into the surf. The waves shove me around instantly, tugging at my legs like they’re trying to drag me under. “You look like you’re fighting the ocean,” Gavin’s voice comes from behind me.

Sometimes, tears came without warning—soft, silent ones that left her eyes red but her chest lighter. On the fourth day, she took a book from her suitcase, one she had brought months ago but never opened. She sat on the porch with a glass of lemon water and began to read. The story didn’t matter much; it was the feeling that did. The quiet turning of pages, the steady hum of life beyond her thoughts—it felt healing. Later that afternoon, she walked along the beach. The sand was warm under her feet, and the waves reached for her ankles again and again.

“Any more pancakes?” “No, Petal, we’re okay,” she replied, sitting down. “Right here’s fine.” Someone called out, “You’ll get sunburned!”—their voice carrying like a distant chant, yet not too far away. Sitting at the beach, I held a book up in my hands, reading. The sun beamed down as my phone suddenly rang from an unknown number. “Hello?” I answered. “Yes?” I pulled the phone away from my ear, ended the call, and tried to guess who it was.

[--Kaiser Volkov--] I parked my car in the closest spot I could find, my mind focused on the promise of the beach. After a brief search, I’d located one just thirty minutes away from Mem. Stepping out of the car, I kicked off my shoes and let the soft, warm sand greet my bare feet. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore filled the air, their rhythmic roar blending with the gentle breeze, creating a calming symphony of nature.

The morning sun was low in the sky, casting a golden hue across the tranquil beach. The waves lapped softly against the shore, their rhythmic sound soothing to the ears. Maxine found herself walking beside Sarah, the sand shifting warmly beneath their feet. It was a rare moment of peace, one that had not been hers in what felt like ages. No Coreen, no bullies, no stress—just the two of them, the sea, and the sky.

To a private beach only to get it filled up. I watched the women in Bikinis, walk past her as they talked to each other in whispers as if gossiping about something. The children play and make Castles with the sand. And the basketballers throwing and catching the ball in the warm cozy weather of Garfield Beach. She shook her head and turned to her Female guard that was just nearby. She curled up on the picnic blanket, folding her legs together as the sea wind blew past her, covering her face with some strands of her hair. She tucked them back and sighed.

"Helbert! Helbert!" Little feet in flip-flops sprinted across the sand towards a young guy with long hair standing barefoot on the beach. The kid’s face lit up with joy, like seeing Helbert on the shore was the best thing that happened to him today, giving him two precious moments at once.

I looked around the beach and hissed. This wasn't what I had planned. I didn't leave my Town... To a private beach only to get it filled up. I watched the women in Bikinis, walk past her as they talked to each other in whispers as if gossiping about something. The children playing and make Castles with the sand. And the basketballers throwing and catching the ball in the warm cozy weather of Garfield Beach. She shook her head and turned to her Female guard that was just nearby. She curled up herself on the picnic blanket, folding her legs together as the sea wind blew past her, covering her face with some strands of her hair. She tucked them back and sighed.

She smiled as he approached. "We have time for breakfast on the beach, right?" - Clear. I'll just put things in the trailer and get some more coffee. A few minutes later, food and mugs in hand, they crossed the dune and watched the ocean. It was calm, an almost windless morning, which was rare on the coast. An elderly couple walked briskly along the packed sand near the shore of the water and, later on, some children started to build a sandcastle. He and Jenna sat down on a log and opened the bag of muffins. Coffee is a