Friday Fiction – Sex On The Beach

Okay, I know it isn’t Friday yet, but I couldn’t wait any longer! I don’t read anyone’s story before I’ve submitted my own and my inbox is filling up with tiny tales desperate to be read. Surely it must be Friday somewhere?

For those who don’t know, Friday Fictioneers is a challenge to write a 100 word story from a picture prompt. It’s hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, and anyone can play. Thanks for hosting, Rochelle! Check out the link at the end of my story to see what other fictioneers did with this week’s prompt.

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Copyright-Renee Homan Heath

Copyright-Renee Homan Heath

Sex On The Beach

The hypnotherapist asked Martha to think of somewhere she felt comfortable and relaxed. She lay back on the couch, closed her eyes and pictured a tropical paradise, gentle waves lapping at her feet as she breathed in and out. Under the palm trees, semi-naked waiters were serving exotic umbrella-laden cocktails…

‘On the count of three you’ll be wide awake and fully refreshed,’ said the hypnotherapist, invading Martha’s dream. ‘One … two …’

Martha pressed her fingers into her ears and held them there.

‘Waiter, be a darling and bring me a cocktail,’ she said. ‘And make it a large one.’

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62 thoughts on “Friday Fiction – Sex On The Beach

  1. I made enough of those damn things at the Baja Beach Club in Chicago, in the ’80s. I liked how she put her fingers in her ears to try to stay in the dream. Good one!

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  2. Hehe.. Nice.. Too cute the way she put fingers on her ears,, sometimes all one wants is to run away from reality into a dreamland and of course sip a large cocktail. 🙂

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    • I’m going to have to watch Office Space again as I don’t remember that bit, but it’s been a few years since I saw it – glad you enjoyed my little story and thanks for commenting 🙂

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  3. hahaha loving Rochelle’s comment just as i love your story.. WHERE IS THIS PLACE??? would love to see some semi-naked waiters of my own.. haha

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    • HI kz. Sadly, I think this place only exists in Martha’s head, and she only exists in my head, so I guess you’d have to crawl in through my ear… Hmmm, maybe not 🙂

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    • Thanks Tony. Maybe she should tell the therapist to take a hike, although she might have to wake up to do it! Thanks for commenting – see you next Friday 🙂

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    • I reckon she’s going to have to come back to reality at some point – but maybe she’ll start travelling and see if she can find her tropical paradise for real. Thanks for commenting 🙂

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  4. 😀 That’s where I want to be! Sign me up for one of those sessions. And by all means, tell Martha to keep her ears plugged. Stay with those semi-naked waiters!

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    • If there’s any hypnotherapists reading this who specialise in tropical paradise trances, I think they may have found their target customers! Thanks for your comments 🙂

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  5. Believe it or not, I once bought a self-hypnosis tape that was supposed to enable you to achieve, ‘X’. The first part consisted of imagining you were lying on a tropical beach, palm trees swaying, ocean lapping. I ended up living where I’d imagined! But never achieved the ‘X’. Ann

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      • I’m not living there now. Not Paradise. There was a pleasant resemblance (I hope). You know, I even took that CD to the beach to check how closely it resembled my visualisation! It taught me you have to be very careful what you visualise!

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    • Thanks Ron – I’m glad you liked the title (although it wasn’t original and Jan Brown used the same one, albeit for a very different story). I need to work harder on titles, mine are normally rubbish two word affairs – first word ‘The’ – so this is an area I need to improve on. thanks for commenting.

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    • Hmmm… interesting theory Bill! I think she had to wake up at some point – plus, I bet she didn’t take any sunscreen, so she’d want to get back before she got sunstroke or turned into a lobster!

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  6. Perfect! I’m relaxed right where I am, thank you very much. Hmm, maybe I should look into going to a hypnotherapist. Then again, if Office Space taught us anything… well, no, I guess Office Space didn’t teach us anything, did it. Okay, yellow pages here I come.

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