On the Rocks
Victory hiked the sloping trail threading her deserted beach, not another soul in reach. Lined with craggy boulders, this pathway was her Sunrise Salutation. Her Good Vibrations before she graced her Nation. Meditation in Isolation. She trekked in rhythm to Nature's Song far away from the Throng. Nothing else for miles around to stir her from the Soothing Sounds. She wound past the waves as she headed to her quiet spot to do her yoga by the rocks. She got the feeling she was Watched. Excitement just ramped up a notch. She placed her mat upon the ground. Hiking shoes hit the sand. She stripped down to her red bikini, a Hedonistic Yoga Genie. She saw the boater in the sea spying Mistress Victory. She gave him such an Exhibition she lured him in with Mystic Vision. As she stretched in Goddess Pose, the sailor Madly rowed and rowed. He was desperate for Her Shore. He never ever wanted More. ...