I have a secret…I have a lover. Her name is The Beach. I can’t stay away from her longer than a week or two. I always try and treat her like the vixen she is. I have yet to find a mistress who provides me with the feelings Miss Beach does. I could spend days in her company and never once complain that my level of comfort is waning. I’m smitten.

The Duchess of Fstopdown accompanied me to the beach on a fine Saturday afternoon. Although I would have been happier if we had ended up with our feet in the sands of Misquamicut, RI, we settled in at Hammonasset Beach in Connecticut for a day of sun bathing, people watching, book reading, and a nice sun splayed nap.

As it got towards “The Golden Hour”, I whipped out the camera and started to take a few snapshots of my beach partner. Although usually open to my photographic advances, The Duchess was hardly in the mood today. I think the word Diva was uttered a few times. I pressed her and with a little humor and some reassuring words, I got a few snaps I was happy with.