Hello, I'm Saskia. I'm 18 years old and I'm a beautiful Scandinavian woman. Growing up, my family spent most of our summers at the beach. We would swim, sunbathe, play beach volleyball - you name it! But my favorite thing to do was masturbate on the sandy shore.
I don't know why I found it so thrilling, but there was something so liberating about being naked and alone with my thoughts while the waves crashed against the shore. Maybe it was the feeling of freedom or the rush of endorphins that came with it, but either way, masturbation at the beach became a ritual for me.
I'd wander down to the water line and strip off all my clothes, letting them fall to the sand at my feet. Then I'd spread my legs wide open and let my fingers explore every inch of my body until I found that sweet spot that made my toes curl. It was always so exciting to feel my own hand sliding up and down my wet pussy, rubbing my clit with just the right amount of pressure.
I'd close my eyes and imagine myself as a goddess, worshipped by all who saw me. I knew that there were people watching me, but it didn't matter. They could look all they wanted - I was in control of my own pleasure and nobody could take that away from me.
And when I came, it was always with a scream of ecstasy that echoed off the nearby cliffs. It was my way of saying "I am here and I am alive" to the world around me. And even though some people might have looked down on me for being so open about my sexuality, I didn't care. Masturbation at the beach was my secret ritual, and it was mine alone to enjoy.