I’m alone, sitting on a beach with the most glorious golden sands looking out to sea. The tide is calm and slowly trickling into the bay. The water is a Mediterranean greeny-blue colour that is inviting me to swim in it, except I know it’s cold. The breeze on my skin is tickling every part of me. There’s something about this place that my skin cannot ignore, and my mind wants to explore further. I have a dreamy feeling where part of me wants to close my eyes and sleep, and part of me is alive and waiting for something extraordinary to happen.

The light touches of air make my nipples erect. If I didn’t know any better, I would say this island orchestrated this whole feeling, making me take off my sundress and causing me to be aroused like this. Brush after brush of air is like a finger, lightly stroking my nipples. Fuck, it feels so wonderful.

Pulses of energy course through my body and seem to collect between my thighs. It feels wonderful. Electric. I can’t help but open my legs and let the breeze fuck me. If only it could. I want it to. God knows I need it.

Suddenly, I hear whispers and close my legs, turn to grab my sundress and make myself half decent. I turn around to find…Nothing. This whole place is empty, and yet I am convinced I heard a sound, a whisper in my ear, a suggestion.

By the time I relax, I let myself indulge in my fantasy. My lover kneeling behind me, fingers tickling my shoulders and cascading down my back like a waterfall before crawling around my waist and up to cup my beautiful breasts. Their fingers catch on my nipple, eliciting a sharp gasp and a feeling of wanting more. Much more.

My fantasy lifts me onto all fours, and while one hand cups my dangling breast, the other searches for the wetness that hides inside its silky cave. Fingers part my lips, stroke, and slip inside. Pushing in and out with a rhythm that matches the lapping of the sea. They are more than welcome.

My body sways in the breeze, both my nipples feel like they are being squeezed, and yet my mind never registers that this is an impossible event. In my head, everything is possible right now.

Everything.

I’ve decided I want it to be her fingers, and so the finger-fucking of my juicy hole starts with such eagerness that it makes my orgasm hard to contain. I’m such an easy bitch when it comes to it, but I’m waiting for her to complete my journey. She’s the one in control. It’s the way I like it.

My body is caressed from end to end. I can feel my feet stroked by the drifting sand, my thighs open and desperate for feather-like touches to take care of them, smooth my skin so that all the cells align in one direction only. My breasts are aching to be kissed and sucked. When they dangle, I sway my body from side to side, letting them brush against the sand, pretending it's someone’s palm.

I’m an emotional wreck. Washed up on this pleasure shore for anyone to take hold of.

Those fingers feel fucking gorgeous inside me. Partly teasing, pushing me onwards. Like I don’t want this, or need it.

I want to be as submissive as I can, give myself to her. I want her to use my body and make me feel good in the process. Nobody else understands how I feel. I let out a quiet sob. I can’t help it. My body has so much to give to the right person, yet I only find the right person on this island.

Know this, while I let her do anything to me, not everyone will have the privilege.

Those fingers are stirring up a storm inside me, a total contrast to the gentle breeze and lapping sounds of the sea. My eyes see a beautiful vista, but my mind is a maelstrom of uncoordinated events interleaving and ripping apart. Connected to my state of being.

Again, I hear that whisper. Deep inside me this time. It wants to take me, asking for permission, but I don’t want it to ask for permission. I want it to take me hard and fast. I feel disappointed that permission has been requested, but before I have even thought of replying to it, a handful of hair is taken and my head yanked backwards, arching my back. The hand moulds me to its will.

Yes, that’s more like it, that’s what I want. Take me. Force this orgasm out of me, fuck me until I sob in your bosom and thank you for treating me the way you do. It’s how I am. It’s me.

When I’m aroused, I have to give myself up completely. Let the other person take me to wherever it is they want me to go. I cannot help myself. I know they will look after me. I’ve been to some interesting places. The hot wax from a candle dripping from my ass was one such place. I’d go back there with her at the drop of a hat. And the beating I took from the wooden ruler. I remember the stinging sensation, but she kept going until I was on the brink of uttering that safe word. I could never bring myself to utter ‘pink puppy,’ it would have been such a failure on my part. I overloaded my brain when she started to tap my clit with the ruler. That was such a steep climb in sexual perversion, almost exponential, and I loved it so much.

This feels so good, fingers pushing in with some force, head pulled back to the point of bending me in two.

Do it! Do it! Do it!

My body is shaking, screaming for release. I’m a puppet held firmly by two hands. I want this so much, but I haven’t been told I can cum yet. She’s holding it back. Making me want to beg, yet I mustn’t beg, that is below me, and only shows how needy I am. I know she doesn’t want that. She wants me to be on that edge forever or until she says I can fall. And fall I will; so far that the Earth will open up and swallow me and spit me back out as a quivering wreck on this beautiful shore.

Those fingers are fucking wonderful. Swirling around inside me, yet I must hold this orgasm in check. Her thumb pushes inside my bum, and I nearly lose it. The feeling of both holes being filled by her is beyond belief, and I secretly want her to put her sticky fingers into my mouth so that I can suck on them.

I hear another whisper telling me to pinch my nipples, but if I do, my body will crash onto the sand. I obey the command relentlessly, only to find that I do not fall. The pulling of my hair keeps me upright, and I tentatively reach for my nipples with both hands.

I know this is going to feel wonderful. It always does. Without waiting any longer, I pinch both nipples hard, pulling on the teats until my ample breasts elongate. Too much force and they pull free, slapping back onto my chest, waiting for a brief moment before they are stretched again.

“Fuck! Fuck!” I utter those words as a kind of release. My orgasm wants to erupt inside me, and so the only way out is for me to utter filthy, disgusting words and let the euphoria calm down.

I’m in such a state. The word, ‘please’ is on the tip of my tongue because I want it so much. I’m not sure I can hold back any longer.

“Please, fuck me!” I cry.

She’s fucked me before with a dildo, a vibrator, even over the internet, the latter giving me a particularly gorgeous cum on the sofa at home from someone I met online. Right now I’d even settle for a good throbbing cock or a vibrating butt plug filling my ass.

I’m a writhing mess. “Not long to go now.” It’s her way of telling me I’m close.

Those words fill me with anticipation, a smile breaks out on my lips. I pull my nipples hard because when it happens, I love the feeling of the sharp stabbing pain that breaks across my breasts.

I can feel what I believe to be hands everywhere, caressing every part of me. I can feel the fine-grained sand push into every crevice. It is like the Earth around me is becoming aroused. Moist. The grasses from the dunes bend and sway and tickle my clit, not that I need any more stimulation. I’m well over the mountaintop and have been for ages. I can see the bottom of the cliff, its bright blue waters swirling and waiting for the biggest splash of its life. I want that splash to be me.

I’m suspended in the air with a hand on my hair and fingers in my pussy. My own hands claw at my nipples, pinching them hard, pulling and massaging the flesh.

If only.

I want to be covered by this island, used and abused by it. I want the wind to caress me, the blowing sand to spank my ass, and the coastline grasses to penetrate me. Fuck me into oblivion.

I love this island.

“You may fall.”

The whispering words were unexpected. I’ve been on the edge for so long, that all I can see is the dark void. The orgasm pushed to the furthest part of my mind, waiting for its time to shine. I open my eyes to see the water rushing up to meet me. The speed frightens me, and I don’t know whether I will survive. My body is released. No more hands to hold me high in the air. Only fingers that are no longer feeding my frustration, but letting it go. My head flops backwards as my body spins through three sixty degrees.

Those fingers extract the last semblance of humanity from me as a raging beast is let loose. Bucking and writhing on the sand, convulsing in the surf. The last of my normality is taken by the blades of grass that brush over my clit as I fall.

The orgasm rips me apart like no other. The sand beneath me is soaked.

Even before my breathing starts to calm, I know I want another one just like it, but right at this moment, all I can do is hold my sex tightly and squeeze the last remaining pulses of pleasure from it.

Soothe it. Love it. Hold it like a lover. A soul mate.

As I curl up into the sand, I swear that the ground beneath me moves and sucks me into itself. Cradling my body against its warmth. I feel the dune grasses crawl beside me and spoon into my backside, and I feel the breeze stroke my tingling skin until the pleasure fades.

On this island, I feel all of those things. I feel free.

It’s only my third day on Tiree, and already I have accepted my fate. I come to this spot every day, and every day the island takes me somewhere new.

I haven’t finished yet. The sea is calling to me. I’ve already imagined her placing me on the edge of the shore, legs wide apart, letting the cold ocean currents lap between my thighs. Kiss my already moist slit, cooling the heat within me. Give myself to the sea and let it engulf me.

The thought is driving me wild, and I have to brush off the gentle caresses of this Earth and take the next step. Looking seaward with lust-filled eyes.

Fuck! I can’t wait.