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Confession- Sex on the Beach

But I was something of a straight arrow: a combination of nerd and jock, giving my time to studying and playing soccer. I didn't smoke dope; I didn't attend rock concerts; and the girls who interested me the most--the hippie types--never gave me a second look or a first look (I also attended an all-male prep school for high school so there were no girls at the school looking at any of us guys during the school day.)

Thanks in part to the spirit of the late 1960s, California always had a special allure in my mind, and when I had the chance to come out West for graduate school, I did so in 1978, never having been further west than Scranton, Pennsylvania at that point.

Well, to make a long story short, eventually I became involved in a wonderful, passionate relationship with a former hippie: a woman who dropped out of college in New York State in 1970 for sex, drugs and rock and roll and a cross country trip to California.

The first nude beach I ever visited was in Holland in 1979, but the first time I visited a nude beach (San Onofre) with a woman was with this former flower child. The nude beach at San Onofre then had two section: One section belonged to the state park, and the other, beyond a fence, belonged to Camp Pendleton, a Marine base. This second section was more the NC-17 section, even the X-rated section. When we first went there, some people engaged in sex on the beach at different levels of discretion. Our first time there we came across a orgy of 3 couples. Needless to say, we returned.

The following description, composed by the ex-hippie, is a story of our second or third visit there. It was also during the first few months of George W. Bush's pre-emptive Iraq War, which I opposed, so the surrounding political context enhanced my commitment to the blue values ethos of make love, not war.

The symbolism of fucking on the beach that was part of Camp Pendleton heightened the energy of the lovemaking, making our sex out in nature--always something that adds a more intense spiritual dimension for fucking--even more spiritual. It was as if I wanted our love energy to ripple over in waves to Camp Pendleton, although certainly my animus about the Iraq War was directed solely at the White House and not at the military or the Marines who had to do the fighting.

Our lovemaking on the beach on this occasion, occuring as it did in a space between Camp Pendleton on one side of us and the Pacific Ocean on the other, remains one of the moments when I felt most strongly the pacific and pacifying qualities of lovemaking at its best.

Sex on the Beach

We had the most beautiful day at the beach yesterday...T and I. Yes the nude beach - on the down side of the palisade cliffs from Camp Pendleton - just beyond the San Onofre power plant - just south of San Clemente - Nixon's old west coast White House locale. It is said by some to be the most beautiful nude beach on the west coast...(San Clemente Chamber of Commerce - no less ). I would believe it. We got naked and made love on our blanket under the warm energizing sun. I love how T is with me - in this quasi public arena. His ability to focus - to touch me with the most exquisite attention - to move into a deeply primal connected flow - enhanced by the sound of waves and the supercharge of the sun - and the unexplainable joy excitement that comes with being possibly watched - by others. Oh yes - we were. I had one particularly powerful orgasm that caused my voice to ring out - you know - in that can't be stifled can't be held in - orgasmic roar that sometimes rises up with a power of its own... and of course I own it. Allowing it to play me - riding it - a wave of power - that when you lie on the beach - with hot thick cock thrusting into you - and you know that there may be other men and women watching - the charge just gets amplified. Yes - so when I came - someone applauded - and it made me come even stronger and wider and longer and wilder. Here he is in his power - taking stride - his powerful striding stroking cocking diving into my stronghold of deep feminine. Ride me - ride me up he does. I literally feel connected to the earth - to the sand beneath my back. I feel myself as an extension of that powerful life giving - living Gaia..... mother earth - we feel her mirth at the beach. T loves being the guy with the hot woman that he is astride. And I love to let it all loose - to feel the sun's warm lighted strokes on my labia.