Saltwater Dreams & Sunlit Temptation

The ocean has always felt a little like a dream I keep returning to—
soft, warm, endless, and just dangerous enough to make my pulse quicken.

Today the wind tangled itself in my hair as I wandered down to the shore, the waves crashing behind me like they were trying to get my attention. Maybe they were. The sea loves dramatic entrances.
But… so do I.

I slipped out of my shorts, let the sun paint its warm fingertips along my hips, and felt that familiar Dreambound feeling wash over me — like I’m half here, half drifting somewhere sweet and unspoken. The tide splashed at my ankles, playful and teasing, the ocean’s own way of flirting.

And maybe I flirted back.

My bikini felt lighter than air, my skin warm and glowing, the sea breeze sending shivers up my spine in the best possible way. I’ve always been a girl who fell too easily into daydreams, but today… it felt like the daydreams were falling into me.

I caught myself smiling — that slow, knowing smile I get when I realize the world is watching.
The camera.
The waves.
You.

If you had been standing a little closer, I wonder what you would’ve noticed first…
my fingers brushing my bikini top,
the sunlight kissing the curves I don’t bother hiding,
or the look in my eyes that always says,
Come a little closer.
I don’t bite… unless you ask nicely.

Being by the ocean makes me feel soft and wild all at once.
A muse worth chasing.
A dream worth touching.
A wave you’d never want to escape from.

Come meet me at the shore.
Let’s see what the tide pulls in. 🌊✨💋