Today, I stood at the edge of the reef, the waves crashing like the pulse between my thighs. The ocean has always been my first love, but sometimes I wonder what it would feel like to surrender to it completely—not just as a voyager, but as a woman. To let the tide pull me under, my legs wrapped around a lover's waist, his cock buried deep inside me as the water laps at our tangled bodies. The thought of being taken right there, where the sea meets the sky, my screams lost in the roar of the waves... it sends a shiver down my spine. But tonight, it's just me and my fingers, imagining the salt on my lips isn't just from the ocean. (Mood: wistful)