by Mark Golding
Table of Contents
INTRODUCTION
The Inadvertent Voyeurs
Photo: Belinda in Bondage
Que Sera Sera
Photo: Belinda the Dominatrix
Vignettes: A long sunny, sexy week on the Libertine’s Beach.
Sex in the sun
A Sensual Massage for Two
Photo: Belinda at Rest
A Similar Show
The First Exhibition
A Family Affair
Another Time, another Day
Exhibition Number Two
The Italian Job
Another Day – Another Kind of Play
Photo: Belinda Pleasured
Does Size Matter?
Don’t Fence Me In
Photo: Belinda the Maid
A Girl’s Best Friend
Photo: Belinda’s stick
It’s Not What You Think
Photo: Belinda and Girlfriend
Le Club
Photo: Belinda’s Seat
Eat, Drink, Sleep, Fuck
Photo: Belinda Au Naturel
The Climax
A Lifetime of Pleasure
Copyright Statement
Copyright © Mark Golding & Belinda Mosse 2013
By Mark Golding and Belinda Mosse
Nude, Rude and in the Mood: Questions and Answers by the World’s Only Naked Agony Aunts
By Belinda Mosse
Diary Of A Nudist: One Woman’s Intimate Account of Her Journey from Clothed Conformity to Naked Freedom
This small volume is not a work of fiction. It is a true account of overtly explicit displays of exhibitionism and voyeurism that took place during one short month in the South of France. It was written by the author primarily for his own amusement and was committed to paper shortly after the events occurred.
INTRODUCTION
All the events in Sex on the Beach took place within one short summer month in the Languedoc region of southern France. This Mediterranean coastal area, from the Spanish border right up to the beaches of the Cote d’Azur, is a popular place for tourists from all over the world as well as hedonists and sexual adventurers of all ages and every kind of persuasion—and for very good reasons.
For as far as sex is concerned the French still lead the world in their skills at refining this activity as a natural pleasure. Whilst the English in Victorian times hid all manner of sexual perversions, in France such life was always open and above board. And today in France it still is.
Naturism as a lifestyle is very popular in France. It’s not only because of the usually temperate climate in the south of the country, but because the French as a nation have a completely different outlook upon such things as the rest of us, a viewpoint which is reflected in their liberal attitude towards personal freedom and their general lack of concern or apprehension about anything to do with sex or nakedness.
As a practising naturist for most of my adult life I have spent many happy and pleasurable times in this part of the world and not all, but the great majority of the inspiration and motivation for my erotic writing, comes about directly as a result of my naturist lifestyle.
Many people from other free thinking adult lifestyles are attracted to naturism – sometimes called nudism – because of the privacy that it offers within a safe and protected environment, a combination of freedom and security that creates a very sensual and often intimate atmosphere. It is not surprising to find therefore, that some of the most sophisticated and erotic exchanges and encounters take place either within or in the near vicinity of a bona fide naturist location.
This frank account of overtly explicit displays of exhibitionism and voyeurism was written primarily for my own amusement and was committed to paper shortly after the events occurred.
A small but significant piece of erotica in its own right, the secondary purpose of this small volume of text and illustrations is to provide a suitably graphic introduction to my next book A Lifetime of Pleasure which will more fully reveal our unusual lifestyle.
Mark Golding
The Inadvertent Voyeurs
There is a very special kind of sexual ambience down here in the South of France. You can actually feel it everywhere you go but nowhere is this tolerant attitude more obvious than on the beaches and what is even better is that on almost every one, there is usually a section where costumes – of any kind – are surplus to requirements.
I must tell you of a delightful little episode that I came upon just the other day while out walking with a friend who was spending a few days holiday with us. It is absolutely true and I haven’t exaggerated or embellished it in any way.
We had gone off for one of my regular daily walkabouts along the beach and after about half an hour’s strolling had stopped by some rocks for a short rest. Two men and a girl were lying there right by the side of the sea and only about three or four yards away from us.
They were all naked, of course, and the girl was lying in the centre between the two young men. All three were in their early 20’s, the men nicely formed but not too muscular, the girl quite pretty with a slim figure and full firm breasts that kind of turned up at the ends. By their actions I soon perceived which of the men was her husband, she was wearing a wedding ring, and which of them made up their holiday sexual threesome—for that is what it quite obviously was.
As we rested and surreptitiously watched the proceedings, both the young men began to rub sun cream from a tube onto the girl’s body while she lay there on her stomach. One started at her feet and the other at her shoulders, meeting somewhere in the region of her bottom while she stretched out at full length on the sands. Although the boys were not terribly good at the job, the overall effect was very erotic as they continually exchanged knowing glances over the body of their joint lover.
Now it was the girl’s turn and she was much slower and much more sensuous in her handling of the situation. She began on her husband, the smaller of the two men, giving his upper back and shoulders the full treatment and making little noises of pleasure while she worked. Her quite delectable smallish, but full and quite shapely breasts hung over him, the erect nipples actually grazing his back at times at she leant over to complete her labour of love.
Then it was her lover’s turn to be oiled and the husband sat up to watch the proceedings. She gave his back the same treatment as she had her husband, but this time she continued down along his buttocks and with each stroke of the hand moved nearer to the inside of his thighs. We couldn’t be sure from where we were sitting, but from the way he clenched his buttocks and pushed himself into the sand it looked as if she was stroking his balls and the underside of his prick at every opportunity. The husband sat smiling at the obvious pleasure of his youthful companions, and so did I.
At the end of the oiling session the three of them lay face down on their towels to recover from their exertions, but they were not still for long. After only a minute or so it seemed, the lover lifted his body slightly and inclining his head towards the girl began to lick and suck at her ear. She responded by turning her head to him and he moved his lips immediately from her ear straight to her open mouth. I could see this part of the game very clearly as they were now facing me directly.
He tongued her mouth, biting and sucking at her lips and she responded in obvious pleasure. The young husband could not help but hear their noises and once again sat up to take careful note of the action.
Again, I was in a good position to see his prick begin to swell and ri
se up to a standing position as he watched his friend licking and tonguing away at his wife’s mouth. While the kissing continued the husband ran his hands along her shoulders and up around her neck, as if in some way adding to the pleasures she was taking from the kisses and caresses of the other man. I could hear her little moans of pleasure quite clearly from where I sat.
The girl broke away first, whispering something into the ear of her lover, then turning and doing the same to her husband and they all jumped up and ran into the sea. Once again from my vantage point I could see the effect of their pleasure, as both the men’s pricks were now standing at half mast. They walked into the sea until it came just about up to their waists and after fooled around splashing and calling out to each other for a short while, they closed in together to form a little group with the girl in the middle.
They were not too far out for us to see what they were up to, but of course the important parts were by now hidden by the water. Not totally hidden though, for if one watched carefully when the waves drew back, for just a short moment almost all we wanted to see was in view.
The girl and her lover faced each other locked in a close embrace, kissing deeply as they had done on the beach. Her husband stood close behind his wife, his hands clasped around her, reaching in between the two bodies so that he could caress and fondle her breasts while she was being kissed by his friend. After a while her legs come up in the air and went each side of the man that was still kissing her, his arms wrapped around her tight to hold her on balance. Her husband then moved one of his hands down towards his wife’s bottom, obviously continuing his caresses in another place and perhaps even putting it between her open legs to guide his friend’s swollen prick into her.
I know how easy it is to do as I have made love in the sea like this many times and I found it to be quite pleasant, although nowhere near as pleasurable as the real thing on dry land can be.
The trio stayed there for some time, locked together in a passionate embrace, rocking and rolling about with the surge of the waters until they could obviously stand the frustration of the moment no longer, then they strolled back hand in hand through the surf to take up their old positions on the beach.
The two boys threw themselves face down on their towels to hide their slowly subsiding erections, but the girl knelt between them taking up what appeared to me to be some strange kind of sexually submissive position. She knelt with her bottom in the air, her elbows resting on the ground in front of her and her head hung forward so that her long wet hair formed a curtain over her face.
It was clear to me that although the episode in the sea had been enjoyable; it was not good enough to satisfy her immediate needs: now she had tasted desire, she desperately wanted the real thing. She said something that I could not quite make out to her companions who quickly and enthusiastically gathered up their things in preparation for leaving the beach. Once back in the privacy of the apartment that they were sharing together she would be able to satisfy her urgent craving, to feel those hot hard pricks up inside her and to experience the spurting of their spunk in her belly in final satisfaction of their joint love play.
Was it one at a time, or was it perhaps both pricks inside her together, there are so many combinations, so many variations available we shall never know. If you want to carry on you must now make this part of the story a fantasy of your own just as I had to do from that point onwards, as my friend and I sat and watched this beautiful young trio walk arm in arm away from us and off into the distance.
Photo: Belinda in Bondage
One pleasant summer day we drove out into the heart of the French garrigue to take some pictures for a feature we were making for an adult magazine. This is a very deserted part of the world in any event, but on this occasion we were miles away from even the nearest tiny village in the midst of wild forest, ancient scrublands and acres of old vineyards.
I was standing there in what I hoped was a suitably wild and ferocious pose, naked except for a pair of high heel shoes, a small leather corset and an exotic feather mask and wearing a pair of handcuffs with a rope that secured me to a nearby tree when suddenly and without warning an ancient motorbike appeared almost from out of nowhere, pop popping along the track driven by an old boy who looked about 80 years old with a few old tools fastened to his back with bits of old string.
There was no time for us to move and I stood there just as I was, while Mark clicked away with the camera from the shade of a nearby tree to which I had been anchored. As he passed by no more than a couple of yards away the old Frenchman gave me a cursory glance, swerved about a bit before straightening up and chugged merrily on his way without a backward glance.
I’ll say one thing for Mark. He doesn’t get easily put off and carried on regardless.
Que Sera Sera
It’s quite amazing what can sometimes be seen on certain special beaches during the peak holiday time, while just lying by yourself minding your own business.
The other day I was dozing on my towel, shaded by my parasol from the boiling hot sun which also partially hid me from my nearest neighbours, when I heard the sound of English voices. Not real English voices, like the posh London drawl or a simple country Yorkshire dialect that might well have prompted me to turn the other way, but English voices that were tinged with a variety of foreign accents just sufficient to interest me. Listening quietly for a bit I discovered that there were two couples next to me, one Dutch and the other Italian. As neither of them could speak the other’s native tongue they were using English as their common language. I pricked up my ears.
The Dutch couple were absolutely typical examples of their race, both about 30 years old, tall and beautifully proportioned with light skin and hair and golden tans, the man very handsome and the girl pretty in a gentle, loving sort of way. They were so much like a couple with whom my wife and I had made a similar rendezvous on that very same beach almost 20 years ago that my heart almost skipped a beat— but that’s another story.
The Italians were just a little younger. The man was small of stature but well built, with good features and a fine dark complexion. His petite wife had an almost perfect body and a face to match, with dark smoky eyes and that very special way of looking and moving when they are thinking about sex that makes almost all Italian females seem as if they want to totally consume their partner of the moment.
They were talking about exchanging partners for the evening and from the sound of things they all seemed quite willing enough. After it as presumably all arranged the Dutch girl then lay down and seemed to go to sleep. The two husbands then took up a position sitting on each side of the pretty little Italian girl and both of them began to kiss and caress her with increasing passion, she returning their sexual fondling with about the same degree of intensity. All three were facing me and I was only feet away, but they took no notice of me at all and so I was able to discreetly watch everything that took place between them over the course of about the next hour or so.
Over the years I have met lots of Dutch people of all ages, many of whom have become very good friends. Although I have always thought them to be the most liberally minded of all Europeans, up until now they did not strike me as being the most sensual of people, tending more it seemed to concentrate on the practical side of things — at which they all seem to excel. However, once again I was made to realise just how wrong it is to generalise about human nature, as this little true story shows.
After some time of deep tongue kissing and a lot of mutual caressing between the three of them, the husband moved to sit behind his wife with his now almost fully erect penis resting against her back , tenderly running his hands over her body and neck, gently squeezing her firm young breasts and playing delicately with the little pink nipples.
Still seated beside her, the Dutch guy eased her legs open wider so that he could more easily stroke her pussy while continuing to kiss her neck and mouth and at the same time taking the occasional nipple and breast to suck that was offered h
im by the husband.
It was a very erotic scene and their multiple love play went on for quite some time before the Dutchman broke off for a while to wake up his wife lying beside him. She sat up and he gave her a nice wet kiss, at the same time putting the fingers that just a few moments ago had been deep in the other girl’s pussy into her mouth, so that she could lick and suck on them at the same time. After a long embrace, during which the other couple took a well deserved rest he asked his wife for her handbag which was laying on the other side of her and took something out of it.
I could see it very clearly from my vantage point that it was a small white plastic vibrator and a little matching box. After handing over the bag his wife lay down again closing her eyes and drifting back to sleep while the Dutchman turned back to the Italian girl once more, moving her legs a little further apart until he could insert the vibrator into her pussy.
Then the love play started over again, only this time as well as the stroking, kissing and touching from the two men the Italian girl now had the additional enjoyment that was coming from the little plastic toy lodged deep inside her belly. She closed her eyes in obvious pleasure and tiny little noises seem to come right from the back of her throat as her legs closed around the vibrator, holding it tight up inside her vagina.
After a while the Dutchman broke off the kissing once again, this time getting up and walking over to another small group of what looked like some more Italians that were lying a few yards away from us, taking in his hand the small plastic box. I knew that it must be the control box for the vibrator, but it was not attached to it. This sex toy must be one that I had not seen before, the very latest kind of device that was operated by remote control. I couldn’t hear what was going on in the other group because I was too far away, but from their actions I could see that I was correct. The Dutch guy must have had an earlier rendezvous with this lot, perhaps the previous day and was now telling a dark and very attractive girl of about 25 who was lying on her stomach in the middle of the group, the exact whereabouts of the vibrator for which she was now holding the controls.