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By the Water's Edge
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Archive-name: waters-edge
By The Water's Edge
Sheerest moonlight glows softly down upon the water's edge.
Slivers of silver sparkle, tiny dancers of phosphorescence
shimmering silently atop lapping waves of icy clear liquid. In
the wake of the tide, I see you, quite ahead of me, balancing
your lanky body on rocks below the water's edge. From this
point, you are merely a shadow, a gray ghost in the mist of the
evaporating lake: eerie man-spirit, unencumbered by cloth,
unhindered by modesty. My eyes focus more sharply, strain to
view what distance prevents. So I walk closer, stealthily so,
hoping to get more of a glimpse of you before I am seen.
The air is rather still. Crickets sing in harmony, beating their
wings in their own primal cacophony of pheromic bliss. They urge
me closer with each chirp... seem to guide me towards you, or
perhaps it is not the crickets that steer me! Somehow, I sense
you feel me coming nearer. I think you should turn around, to
see if anyone else is there besides yourself, and you do not.
Your lack of curiosity tells me: "You know I am here, oh, God, you
know, and pretend not to know." Take the lead. Take the lead.
"You are letting me make the moves. You know if you turn, I will
turn away, and go back inside. You know if you look away, and do
not turn, I will come for you." I am coming for you!
The damp moss beneath my feet softens the sounds of my steps.
Naked as you, I pace my way down the oblique slope toward the
shore. Puddles of wet mud ooze between my toes in places, tiny
squirts of water erupt between them with each step I take. The
squishing noises ... hush! Hush! The wet squishing noises betray
me! Still, knowing you are aware of my presence, I come for you.
At the break of the earth, where the sand meets the moss, I see
you more clearly. Tall, oh so tall you are! Massive shoulders,
muscled by years of use, seem to radiate in the moonlit night. To
lean on them, to reach up to them, to be with you! I see the
power of your arms, every detail, as you take a small rock, and
toss it, like a little boy, skipping it across the water: one,
two, three, four hops across the lake. My heart skips also!
There is no turning back now. My feet reach the water, and it
is cool. Yet, tiny rivulets of perspiration trickle down my
forehead, and a dampness too familiar settles between my legs.
The water splashes just a bit, though I am being careful not to
make a sound. I know you can hear me! But still, unbelievably,
you wait, and don't look back. Like a granite statue you wait for
me, as if, should you move, the moment will be lost. Like a
graceful doe at water's edge, I come to you. A doe that does not
know the danger or harm in being seen so out in the open. No
words are uttered. No sounds can I hear, but the echo of my
heart beating, anticipating, wondering, thumping too loudly. Can
you hear it too? Does it matter if you know the sounds of my
yearning heart?
Your calves feel the ripple of the water as I approach, soft
kisses of cool wetness meet hard legs. And yet, again, you do
not move. The choice is mine. Take the lead. Take it!
I stand behind you, cloaking my body in the shadow yours makes on
the lake. It is even cooler here near the water, beneath your
gray reflection. And I know I need to feel your warmth. I need
to feel the heat, to make the heat, to have the heat! One step,
two, three, I am here with you! The choice is mine, to proceed,
to begin, to engross myself in the pleasures that await me, that
I can not resist, or to turn around, go back, and leave myself
unsatisfied, unknowing you, releasing you. I cannot release you!
It IS the point of no return.
My arms reach up around your neck, from behind, my welcoming
embrace. You can feel the unyielding tips of my breasts pressed
against your back, and the softness of my bosom settles
comfortably at the base of your shoulder blades. Each line of
your body meets each curve of mine, skin to skin, pore to pore.
Curly pubic hairs tickle the back of your buttocks, and like a
beacon, you rise and harden, wanting me as much as I want you.
Running my hands across your chest, my fingers thread themselves
through a matte of exquisitely curled coarse hairs. My cheek
rests against your back for a moment, and I pull you closely to
me, enveloping myself around you like a well worn shirt, soft and
familiar and comfortable. Under the night sky, we two lovers are
seen by none but the creatures of the night, and we are they:
Animals under the skin, in the disguise of mankind, performing
the instinctual dance of the sexes.
No longer wanting to wait, you (finally!) face me and our eyes
meet. I see the longing in your eyes and you see the desire in
mine. Our lips connect, at first in unhurried exploration.
Rolling tongues dance and swirl and titillate. But, driven by
the moment, quickening passions burn inside us. You bring both
hands to the back of my neck, and bring my mouth deeper inside
yours, clenching the hairs at the nape of my neck while you do,
rendering me powerless to feel anything but the force of your
kiss, rendering me powerless to do anything but surrender to you.
I can feel your cock pressing up against my lower belly, teasing
me with its hardness, and your lust fires mine. Still locked in
embrace, you slide your penis between my legs, and you encounter
a slippery pool of wet hunger, swollen lips moistened by prespent
passion. Your arms wrap around my waist, your penis is buried
between my legs, and I arch my back, dropping my head slightly,
down towards the water. Your mouth meets my neck, biting,
sucking, hungry to taste every part of me.
By the water's edge there is a jetty, built by some fishermen
long years ago. The rocks are water-worn, soft, and covered by a
fine layer of waxy algae. You take my hand, wordless, and bring
me to that Neptune's bed of smooth stone. With one quick motion
you lift me up upon a flat rock, my legs dangle off the side into
the water. Waves of warm water, created by our movements, lap up
on my thighs. Under the gleam of starlight, you can see all of
me now, bathed in the blue gray glow of the night illuminate.
Fine rounded breasts topped by pointed nipples undulate gently
with each of my breaths. You see my smooth skin, wetted by the
water of the lake, contrasted by the hardness of the rocks, and
marvel at its free-form beauty. You part my legs to see more,
and I yield to your eyes, your hands, your mouth.
Bowing your head between my legs you take your first taste, and
relish in the musky warmth and dampness of my pussy. With the
first touch of your mouth I quiver in anticipation, and release a
quiet groan of pleasure. All the muscles of my body tremble, but
it is not the cold that quakes me, rather the anticipation of the
skill of your tongue. My lower lips reach up to meet yours and
you pull my hips closer to your face, dipping your mouth deep
into the well fires of my unhindered passion. I want you to bury
your tongue in me, and, oh god! you do! Like a tiny phallus it
teases my opening, plunging and retreating, then sliding up and
down the entire length of my female lips, till the waters of the
lake are but a puddle, and the waters of my body drown you with
its excesses.
Your hands travel upwards towards my chest and find my breasts
waiting for you. While your mouth works its magic on my pussy,
your hands masterfully bring my nipples to their utmost peaks of
elongation and hardness. Writhing and moaning on the rocks, you
sense I am near the edge, where desire meets fruition. Your
mouth moves to the place where my legs meet my groin, that part
from where the nerves to my pussy emanate, and you suck hard. I
feel your teeth against my skin, biting and sucking me, not
letting me feel more of your mouth on my pussy, but close enough
to keep the flames burning. I will die from the passion's
completion you won't let me have now! Not yet...
Your cock is hard, an unyielding pole of primal man-power. No
longer can you think, it urges you to act, for passion, desire,
and covetous longing are infectious. The ache in my groin equals
the craving of yours to bring our bodies together in the final
act of love. Sliding me down on the rocks, you impale yourself on
me in one move, deep within the recesses of my womanhood. Your
cock fills my pussy, stretching it with its girth, and your pubic
bone lands hard on my clit. That one thrust, that one deep
plunge, is all it takes, and I scream with the force of my
orgasm, an explosive release of cascading swells of throbbing,
rhythmic contractions around your cock. You can barely hold back,
but you do, to savor the sensation of my pussy surrounding your
penis with its sucking wavelike contractions. My legs are
wrapped around you, my arms hold you closely around your neck,
and my breasts press against your chest. Suspended we are, at
the water's edge, locked in carnal unity, floating in the womb of
the sea.
Once spent, you sense my need for more, and willingly offer me
the same. Your penis has never diminished in its rocklike
hardness, more, it has settled in its home, filling me
completely, tunneling far into the deepest reaches of my being.
You begin your journey into me with slow thrusts, sliding your
cock over my clit each time, bouncing my body in the water as you
do, thrilling us both with the weightlessness the water has
provided. Your balls ache for speed and sensation, and you
increase the pace of the plunge, moving me closer as you do to
the side of the jetty. I can feel the cold rocks now at my back,
and I lean against them, allowing you to enter me more
completely. Your balls cling closely to your cock, almost as
hard and tight as the shaft itself. My hips meet yours over and
over, the two of us grunting and panting in animalistic abandon,
careless of the world around us, concerned only with the
sensation created when your cock meets my pussy. And, suddenly
the pace, fast and furious, causes us both to climax. Each
ejaculating pulse of your cock bounces off a trigger point in me,
causing an equally strong contraction in my vagina. Another
convulse of muscle in you is met by a squeeze of my pussy.
Again, a spurt of cum with a throb of your cock brings another
tide of tightening inside of me. Over and over, this goes on for
what seems like forever. And we collapse, spent and content,
sated at the water's edge.
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