It was hot that day, as I walked over the sand on my way to that special shady place that I liked so much. People were everywhere, the sun was beating down and the noise of the children playing in the surf was enough to remind me of my own youth, the smell of the suntan lotion mixed with the smell of the salt water and the faint odour of hot chips.
I walked down along the waters edge, my feet thankful for the cool touch that it gave me, as the waves washed over my feet, my skin tingled. I shaded my eyes and looked down the beach, I could see the small cove that I loved so much, no one seemed to go there, it was too small, to quiet. Not the place for noisy children, and just the place for me.
I smiled when I got there realising that it would be just me here today, I walked around to the large flat rock that hung over the water a little, it was like some huge sacrificial alter.
I imagined myself as the virgin sacrifice here on many occasions, laughing at myself, at the thought that maybe, At sometime, some girl was taken here on this rock, taken and used. Mmmm that thought never ceased to excite me.
I removed my sundress and my bikini top, laying on the hot rock, baking myself; it felt good to soak up the heat.
I could hear the sound of the surf smashing against the rocks along the beach a little.
