Fever...

There's something about watching a storm at sea... Watching the way the waves crash back and forth up against the rocks... For some reason there's something very erotic about it... Maybe the way it keeps a steady rhythm... beating faster up against the rocks with every wave... More white sudsy foam collecting as each wave hits the rocks... Just watching for a few minutes you can tell it will eventually reach a crescendo...

I've always thought that sex on the beach was hot... And sex in the waves even hotter... The only thing is that you may have to worry about getting pulled out to sea... If a big wave comes at the wrong time... If you catch my drift... Anyway it's pretty erotic to sit there and watch waves bigger than usual crash against the shore... Repeatly, gaining speed but never losing a beat... It's amazing how it manages to always keep the same rhythm... Now if only all men had that kinda talent... There would be a lot more very happy women on the planet...