The cold wind blows through my hair. The salt stinging upon my face. I can feel the slippery rocks through my shoes as I walk along the beach. I can see the waves crashing upon the beach ahead of me and the white foam as they smash against the dark cliffs. Its so cold under the grey sky but I feel that I have to be here, the beach is calling to me. As I pick my way between the rocks I collect stones from before me. Each stone a small and perfect world on its own. The sky above me is darkening and I can see the rain as it falls out to sea yet I have no intention of returning. I feel the first few drops of rain against my cold skin and I must find shelter before the storm hits. The waves are beating hard upon the cliffs now. There is a cave up ahead and although it is dark it will be better than condemning myself to the cold rain.
The cave is warm and though I can hear the wind battering outside I donβt listen to it for there is someone else here. I can sense the soft movement within the cave even if it is so dark that I cannot see it. I am tempted to run, to find another place to shelter. A rumble outside startles me and I remember the storm outside. Suddenly I feel a body pressed against mine. I try to protest as a rough kiss is planted on my lips but this creature is too strong and I am powerless in his embrace, but the kiss abates to a soft and sensual touch and I am forced to respond as my desire mounts. The kisses continue, soft as butterflies but with the so obviously contained force of desire as the raging storm outside.