A Moment on the Sand, A Ride on a Mattress

Her smile and the way she knelt on her towel was a fantasy come to life

Photo by Antony, Unsplash

I was compelled to visit the beaches around Los Angeles and Long Beach whenever I had the chance. My mid-20s was a time to work hard on building my writing career and finding times to explore socially.

Beaches gave me an arousal buzz and epitomized sensuality.

Long Beach was a new area for me and that made me curious. Instead of driving home after a meeting where I was hired to write public relations copy, I decided it was time for fun.

These were the days when X-rated magazines ruled the porn world and one I’d often buy was a review of adult films. I found an adult video store on my way to the beach, wandered inside the seedy establishment and picked up the latest issue showing four-color stills of the latest 80s flicks shot mostly in Porn Valley, the nickname for the San Fernando Valley.

I made my purchase, asked how to get to the nearest beach and drove off. I wound through a neighborhood of convenience stores, no-name motels, and apartments.