Footprints

Portugal served up everything you could ask of it that day: crashing Atlantic waves, dramatic golden cliffs, and Ashleigh Marley standing on the sand in a tiny white tie-side bikini looking like she owns every grain of it. The bleached light of the late afternoon wraps around her platinum hair and tanned curves as she tilts her face to the sun, gold jewellery catching the glow, the ocean roaring behind her and the cliffs framing her like a natural monument. The white bikini is already fighting a losing battle, the ties at her hips straining against a figure that was clearly not designed to stay covered for long.

One tug and the bikini is gone, drifting away on the salt breeze as Ashleigh walks bare and barefoot along the shoreline with the unhurried confidence of a woman entirely at home in her own magnificent skin. Each wave that crashes behind her seems to be applauding. The beach is empty except for the soft trail of footprints she leaves behind and the memory of how extraordinary she looked in that perfect golden moment.

Join Now To View Set

Become a Member today and get:

Join Now!

Become a Member today and get:

Join Now!