beach v. mountain

July 12, 2009

She could feel the backs of her legs crisping, but reveled in this fact instead of being disturbed by it. As her mother preached, “Every sunburn turns into a tan, and every tan turns into a boyfriend.” Heeding this advice, she snuggled closer to the warm sand, malleable against her chest, and closed her eyes. She was fully aware of how her ass looked from above, having studied this through photographs obtained with the aid of friends. She was meticulous in her presentation, aware of how her face, her breasts, her torso looked from every angle. As such, she had long ago decided that her left side, face turned slightly right from center, but body facing forward, was her most flattering angle. Though her makeup, clothing, and hair color were constantly changing, her stance in photos remained stagnant, yet beautiful.

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