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Busy am I inventing *love sand*
I got the idea last night when a girl in a bar was telling me about the first time she made love on the beach (conversation inspired by the drink she was sipping, Sex On The Beach) and how it was awesome except for the grittiness of the sand that got shoved uncomfortably into certain regions. Think: sandpaper. Of course, had she planned it, she could have taken a beach towel along. But some things are spontaneous, no? And there's something to be said for au natural with only nature and each other, yes?
Anyway, I started thinking that there must be some grade of sand (with a specific moisture content, compactability, clingability, etc.) that would be more comfortable, perhaps even ticklingly enjoyable, sinking into in the heat of frolicking passion. Love Sand. I am off on a mineralogical mission to find and/or define the perfect Love Sand.
Sand-sensitive Associate for co-testing now desired.
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