Esha Wates

The first time I had sex on a beach I was 22 and convinced I was in a Calvin Klein perfume commercial. There was moonlight. There was a man whose name I have lost, though I remember his hands, one twisted in my hair and one shoved down the front of my bikini while the tide came up around our knees. By morning the smell of Obsession was gone, but the sand was not. It had moved into my vagina. I felt like a sandy clam and it was fucking hilarious and unforgivable all at the same time. I walked to the car like I’d lost a knife fight with the ocean.