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I love the water. I live to be in the water. That’s why I moved to this island paradise. I swim in the ocean just about every day, I’ve surfed the gnarliest waves all over the island … Berawa, Serangan, even once (on a double dog dare) riding the barrel of the Humunga Cowabunga at Uluwatu … Okay, so I wiped out most epically but still … Hell, even my job keeps me in the ocean for hours every week.
But today is a first for me … Not gonna lie, I’ve been naked in the ocean more than once, way more than once, but never ever like I am right at this moment. Face to face, claws to claws, with an equally naked Britch in the most primal of battles of dominance. Both of our bodies have taken a hell of a hurtin’ already and, as soothing and refreshing the cool swells of ocean surf feel lapping against my skin, I know … and you know too … that there is even more hurtin’ a-comin’ any time now.
There’s no escape from it, no running away, no time-out calls, no peace treaties. This will end the way it has to end … one of us standing over the other, claiming ownership of the bungalow … MY bungalow!
I let the swells rinse away the gritty sand from my kitty and bum as I wade closer to you. I’m expecting you to rush at me … It’s what I would do if I was you and I’m pretty sure you’re too stoopid to come up with something clever. I tense up, waiting for the collision but instead of our naked bods slamming together, I get a two-handed scoopful of saltwater right smack in my face and mouth and eyes.
Wha da F-CK! I quickly blink my eyes and reach up to wipe them, spitting out a bit of ocean. Then let out a yelp when you grab my wild snarled unruly blonde hair and begin pulling my head down. As you force me to double over, my face getting closer to the water, my blinking eyes start to clear and I twist my bod just enough to cock my left elbow and drive it out at your ribs just below your pert right breast.