There is something sensual and erotic about the beach. Every beach can seem like a tropical beach when the sun is hot and the water clear. Just being under a tropic sun evokes the paintings of Gauguin. I suppose that is why I find it easy to write erotic stories with a tropical locale, as I did with Earning Respect. In the tropics, the clothes are more revealing, the lush scenery arousing.
Living in the tropics you can, at times, forget that erotic nature, but only briefly. A simple walk down the beach, feeling the sand and water rushing over your feet and between your toes, wakes your sensual side quickly. It’s lovely.