Waves crash behind her in demonstrations of sex positions. Naked, skin kissed purple by sunset, she lies back on warm sand. Salt air fills her lungs as she spreads wide and whispers “Only the ocean hears demonstrations of sex positions tonight.” Fingers plunge deep, matching the tide’s rhythm, moaning “demonstrations of sex positions… deeper… demonstrations of sex positions…” with every thrust. The sky darkens; her cries grow wilder—“Fuck me like the sea, demonstrations of sex positions!”—until the orgasm roars louder than the surf. She squirts into the sand, body arching, screaming endless “demonstrations of sex positions, demonstrations of sex positions, demonstrations of sex positions!” into the night while stars begin witnessing her private storm.