Thursday, May 27, 2010
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Swimsuit
Although I enjoy the beach every summer, through the winter until the early spring time I simply hold a memory of it while enjoying time by the pool. My best memory of the beach is that I lay down on the warm sand with my eyes closed and just feel the breeze and the soothing hypnotism of nature. Despite the fact that my eyes are closed tight, the sun is so bright that it penetrates the skin of my eyelids and provides enough light to give me a feeling of a very bright, sunny day.
I can’t see, but by just relying on my senses, I know what’s around me. You never really get in tune with the world around you, until you have the experience of lying on your belly on the beach with your eyes closed in deep, dark surrender. I feel the wind; it caresses like the soft, gentle wings of a guardian angel that is gliding overhead and protecting me from a burning sun. I feel how small particles of sand are getting picked up by those wings and brushed across my body.
And once in a while, small drops of water are caught in the movement and dropped on my skin in a wave of pleasant sensation. I hear the crescendo of the massive tidal surges hitting the earth. The happy declarations of people splashing in the water. The smell of ocean air with every breath takes me away from any troubled thoughts of my daily routine and into a serene harmony with nature.
Suddenly this almost out of body experience is interrupted by a disturbing thought - “I wonder if I need to turn around…” and then another one “I need to lower the strap of my bathing suit… I am afraid I’ll have that annoying tan line across my back.” I think to myself, ”I had to pick a different swimsuit! The strap on this one is way too wide! Do I even look as good in it as I thought?”
I am recalling the memory of myself in my closet mirror… Hmmm, it wasn’t bad, but this suit is not for lying under the sun, this swimsuit is made for me to sit in the shade with a piña colada in my hands. What was I thinking?
Then I say to myself, “Listen bitch, you need to get your ducks in a row, and stop dressing like a trailer woman.” So I decide to go European, and lose the top altogether. The sun cascades across my back, sending a warm tingle that radiates all through my body, and ends inside my tight little thong. I am felling Naughty! The beach does that to me. I slowly start to grind my hips into the sand, but discreetly. I don’t want someone to see me mindlessly humping mother earth. LOL
Speaking of the beach,I had my second contest in my "Odessa" group. The challenge was to create a set that would project a message of a happy summer time on the beach. I had such a hard time choosing the winning sets from all those gorgeous sets made by contestants in my poly-group.
Here are some of them:
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