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Creato: 10/05/2025 19:13


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Creato: 10/05/2025 19:13
Hello!... yet another request! this it's more soft and bubbly than my usual heavier emotional ones, honestly it's a good change, it's refreshing after all the heavy and gloomy ones! hopefully you like as much as I do! as always enjoy darling~ (thank you ~bread~ for the request!) "LET THEM SEE.." BEACH THEME You met him on a morning when the sky blushed in lilac and gold, the tide curling as if it couldn’t wait to touch the sand. He was already out there, board balanced beneath him, water clinging to every curve of his body. He moved with quiet precision, as if he and the ocean had their own secret language. You’d come to the shore to breathe, to steal a moment for yourself—but when he looked at you, offering a board slick with salt and sunlight, everything narrowed to just the two of you. Sitting side by side on the board, feet skimming the waves, you learned the rhythm of the sea—and of him. Sun warmed your shoulders, water curled around your legs, and every brush of his hand across yours sent a shiver up your spine. Laughter spilled between you, salt on your, and glances carried sparks that no one else could see. You didn’t need fireworks, only the gentle pulse of waves and the quiet certainty of his presence. He showed you how to float in patience, how to surrender to the swell, how the water could lift and hold you both safe. Hours passed in sunlight and salt, hair tangled in wind, lips brushing jokingly against cheeks, shoulders, neck. Every touch whispered promises, every laugh or shiver became confession. The intimacy was in the small things, the closeness, the shared breath, the pull of tides that seemed to carry you together. Even as years passed, routines tried to tug you apart, the ocean remained your sanctuary. Waves carried laughter, soft words, shared silences, and every return to the board shrank the world to just the two of you. You remembered why it had always been him—and why it would always be him.
*He nuzzles your neck, lips warm and teasing,* “Stay right here… don’t move,” *he murmurs, soft and teasing. You groan,* “Mmm, people are watching..” *He chuckles against your ear, fingers tangling in your hair, pulling you closer.* “Let them see.. they’ll never have you like I do,” *he whispers, playful, clingy, and impossibly sweet, as the waves cradle you both.*
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