Beach Descriptive Writing

There I was in a foreign land, lodged in the seats of the cramped van as I pondered thoughts of my future. I was an eighth grader about to enter the arduous experience and intimidating environment of high school. I perceived visions of me struggling through the drudgery of work as well as events where I was given laudations for my witty ideas and prestigious accomplishments. Mixed emotions drowned my brain into a swamp of careless stress, but these were flushed as the abrupt stop of the car brought me out of my daydream. That day was a day I would remember forever, but I was just a child, unknown about what I was going to see.

He’s watching me, his mouth open, his breating halted, stilted-his tongue between his teeth. He looks so…hot. We’re wet and slippery and moving against each other. I lean down and kiss him. He closes his eyes. Tentatively, I bring my hands up to his head and run my fingers through his hair, not taking my lips from his mouth. This is allowed. He likes this. I like this. And we move together. I tug his hair, tipping his head back and deepening the kiss, riding him-faster, picking up the rhythm. I moan agains his mouth. He starts to lift me faster, faster….holding my hips. Kissing me back. We are wet mouths and tongues, tangled hair, and moving hips. All sensation…all consuming again. I am close…I am starting to recognize this delicious tightening…quickening. And the water…it’s swirling around us, our own whirlpool, a stirring vortex as our movements become more frantic…sloshing everywhere, mirroring what’s happening inside me….and I just don’t

"Still! Stop!" You wrapped the towel around you and he put his around his hips. He leaned in and kissed you chastely. His lips took you to what you think heaven probably feels like, his fingers running absent mindedly across your jaw and you both feel like you're in the clouds. He leaned out and smiled really big.

Alex holds you to him as your head is pressed against his chest, your groaning from the warmness that seemed to cascade over you as he leans down to press you against the mattress, arms still tightly wrapped around you as his face nuzzles into your neck, kisses being pressed to the skin of your neck and you're not sure how Alex can tolerate being pressed this close to your sweaty body.

I count down twenty eight seconds until he falls back onto the cushioned leaves beneath him and looks up at me in delight, yearning my contact. "Not yet." I whisper, and he moans in betrayal, and in a distressed hunger for my body. "Are you coming home baby?" I moan in his ear and he nods obediently, putting his arms up for me to help him off the ground. They sway in the air, and I note the tired gaze he holds on me.

Your hands tangled in his hair as you felt his lips trail down across your chin, over the span of your throat, nipping gently on the skin of your neck. Alex felt you gulp, felt the quickening of your pulse and you did snap, letting out a throaty moan, so goddamn needy for him and he hasn’t done much more than kissing, he felt so lucky to be the one to make you feel like this.

I finally get my head straight and kiss him back. His lips are warm, just like the rest of him. They’re soft too, like silk. Our lips move against each other and I feel like I’m in heaven. I unconsciously push the cupcake to the side so I can get closer to him. I lift my hand and place it on his cheek to turn his head to a better angle. He moves and adjusts himself until he’s practically in my lap. I feel his hands trail slowly up my arms and into my hair. He twists his hand into my hair and brings us closer. When we finally pull away, panting hard, I realize that he’s straddling me. And now he’s leaning on me, so that I’m the only thing keeping him up.

I sit with my hands in face and elbows on my knees. This bed. Doesn't feel like a bed. These tears. Brun my eyes as they fall. And him. Standing on the other half of the room looking at me with why. Why did I do it? Why did I kiss him back? All I can answer to him is I don't know because the truth will crush him harder than a brick.

Waking up to the bright reflection coming from the newly fallen snow was a typical alarm for the southern beach girl I am. At this point, I am regretting that I have vowed to be a runner for the rest of my youth since while on vacation the Quebec air is below zero degrees. Once enough energy has built up, I roll out of the bed to tie my running shoes, grab a set of earmuffs and head out the door into the chilly December air, smelling the pot of coffee Grandma has brewing for me when I return.

Kissing me soundly on the lips, I touch his face in my hand and deepened our kiss. Thaewyn kisses me back, but before it could burn out of control he removes my hand from his face, folding it together in his, he kisses my fingertips before he pulls away from me, laughing. "Okay, so you're happy about that idea." He stares deeply into my eyes. "So am I."

And he kisses me. I can’t remember much after that. It’s two a.m, I can’t sleep, but he’s here. Lying next to me, I can feel his heartbeat. It’s a good feeling, a stable feeling like after you ride a rollercoaster and your anxiety plummets back down to normal. Everything is blurry when we’re apart, but he’s finally mine.

I am nervous that he could hear my heartbeat from where he stands. Even if he did hear the repetitive pounding, he didn’t care. A minute passes and I realize that our hands are still together. I remove them as quick as I can letting them swing to my hips. I let them hang there as if they're dead. He still looks at me, his eyes stare hard into mine. I watch as every muscle in his body tenses.

It came suddenly, without warning. Ten minutes was all it took for it to be upon us. The atmosphere changed in an instant, like flipping off a switch. Once bright and luminous, the delicate blue sky vanished, swallowed up by an ominous, enveloping darkness. The fluid, soft white clouds suffered the same fate, all light smothered in an instant. Huddled under a single beach towel that only a half an hour ago I had been sprawled on, reading, I clenched my eyes closed. Gripping the side of the boat, I tried to make myself as small as I could. The boat lurched to the side and I could feel my sister pressed against my left side. She was already crying. What were the chances that the engine would fail at that very moment, after a whole day of use?

I could taste the Fireball on his lips as soon as he pressed them against mine. The warming feeling I felt inside of me whilst kissing him seemed as though I had taken another drink. Kissing him made me forget everything. Whatever I was thinking in that moment just disappeared. All that I could think about was how amazing it felt to have his lips against mine. Nothing else really seemed to matter honestly. Our lips moved slowly together as his arm wrapped around my waist and mine around his neck. Smiling and blushing into his neck after we had both pulled away, I fell in love with

It was the middle of summer and we were at the beach, as people are in the summer. We all have our swimsuits on and where all cooling off, except for Kaileigh who refused to go in past her knees. Hana and Kylin were splashing each other mercilessly and I was just wading in the water, spectating this all out water war. After a few more attacks, I notice someone step onto the sand, Aiden, my long time crush. I stare at him for slightly too long and he looks at me with his alluring, ice blue eyes. Feeling a blush creep onto my cheeks, I turn back to the water variation of World War 1 and it seems the two have come to a truce. I hear a fair amount of noise behind me, I turn to see Aiden and his friends preparing to to get in the water. All five of the fit boys remove their sandals, hats and finally shirts. Aiden yells some inaudible phrase to his friends and speeds towards the water. “He's grown his hair out since I last saw him ” I think to myself as I get lost in the beautiful scene of him running to the water, a sweet smile on his face and his hair trailing behind him slightly. I enjoy this until Kaileigh gets up from her spot on the sand and gets in the water to shake my shoulder.