I'm a tall, sharp-looking, 24-year-old New York City gia healthy interest in sex.I'm a tall, sharp-looking, 24-year-old New York City gia healthy interest in sex. There's something about a hairy chest in a half-opened shirt or the frontal bulge in a tight pair of jeans that always gets my attention. But a few months ago, I just started getting bored. The guys I had been meeting were all starting to look the same. I quit the bar scene for a while and stayed home with my vibrator, but that became a dull deal, too. Being an artist, I need insperation for real sexual creativity, I guess. Finally I hopped a night flight to Angeles, hoping a change of scenery might be the answer. Was it ever! I'd arranged to house-swap with a musician friend who had a fabulous setup in Malibu. Standing barefoot on her balcony overlooking the beach, I ingored that old familiar twitch in my pussy. The warm breeze caressed my skin as I gazed at the pin-pricks of stars in the night sky, glad to have escaped the city, if only temporarily. Unable to resist the beach, I padded down the stairs and onto the sand. Avoiding several m seaweed, I walked by the water's edge. I guess the dreaminess of the place was getting to me because my pussy twitched again, and I began to reflect on how long it had been between cocks. Celibacy wasn't my style, I decided. I ventured into the waves, the warm water washing over my ankles. |