Happy Valentine’s Day

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They met and fell crazy in love,

 

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both giving and taking,

in the grip of fiery, insistent need,

always ravenous lovemaking,

exchanging deep, fiery passion;

their united eternal need.

They married in an hour,

stayed together forever,

and lived happily ever after.

 
 
 
 
 

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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Tags:  Flash fiction, Love and Lust, Valentine’s Day

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Between the Devil and the Deep 4

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Part 4

Test of Faith

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Jake plumbed the murky sea, swimming deeper into the spot where he had seen Sirina go under. Nothing was visible in the storm-black seawater. He plumbed more deeply, extending arms blindly in every direction until his lungs threatened to burst.

He retreated and dove again with all of his senses coming alive. Jake hauled his body ever deeper seeing only blackness until his foot brushed against something which was not rock. He froze at the touch of fingertips to his ankle and falling away.

With a ludicrous mix of terror and relief propelling him, Jake pushed deeper with limbs stretched akimbo until he finally caught the feeble fingertips that attempted to alert him. He tightened his grip on a hand too weak to hold his own and hauled them both upward, drawing a great gasp of air upon surfacing. Sirina did not.

Jake caught sight of the cabin cruiser, and motivated by sheer panic, swam with fury, dragging Sirina’s limp body until he could fling himself into the dingy for leverage. Never letting go, he strengthen his hold, moving his hands to her wrist and arm. Jake braced himself and pulled mightily, hauling Sirina aboard.

On instinct, he threw himself over her tiny, lifeless form, shielding her from rain bulleting down amidst a storm which gave no quarter. Jake moved his face close to hers, listening for the sound of breath as he held his own. Nothing! Wait, Was that a shallow breath?!  Again he steeled himself, waiting and listening. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.

He grabbed her shoulders shaking her, “Breathe, Sirina! Breathe!” Then he pressed his lips to hers covering her mouth to breathe life into her lungs, reciting silent instructions and shouting panic with every pause. Tilt head back. Pinch the nose. Deep breath and push into her lungs. “Breath, Sirina!” Head tilted. Pinch nose. Deep breath. Push it into her lungs. “Don’t you give up on me! Breath now, he commanded. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Following several more rounds, he paused to listen again. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.

Willing her to live, and filled with terror, he administered CPR pumping her chest frantically. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. “Again! Again! Again,” Jake instructed himself aloud and to any god that might listen. Once more, he paused to listen. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Wait! What was that?

Sirina’s diaphragm lurched and she coughed.

Jake lifted her head, rejoicing, as Sirina coughed up the ocean which had nearly killed her.

As the storm died and she had sputtered her last, Jake held her close, whispering, “Inhale the good air. Exhale the bad air,” more for his comfort than hers, stroking her hair all the while and feeling her tired body fill with life.

Finally, he lay Sirina back gently, instructing, “Don’t move a muscle,” as if she could.

Sirina managed an exhausted reply, “No problem.”

Jake had already clambered up the side ladder and turned to her, issuing, “Shhh, be still.”

Jake hurdled the side rail and bolted to the wheelhouse. He hit the button which hauled the dingy and its precious cargo to safety.

Sirina stared into the now calm skies knowing that Poseidon had tested and spared her – this time.
  

 

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Tags:  Love and Lust, Fantasy, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Man and Mermaid, Romance, Mythology, Poseidon, WiP

The Thing about Forever

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The Thing about Forever

 

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They were willing prisoners too comfortable in the confines of a short honeymoon phase with entirely too much in between. They had run far and fast enough, escaping the families that opposed them. He had slipped her hand into his, threading his fingers through hers, as they approached the chapel doors. The moon rose up full in the sky and she took it as omen that, at least, god approved their union.
 
 
Everything about the day was beautiful because she was with him, finally, alone, uninterrupted by the rudeness that was her life prior. She had survived so much and knew now that this was why. Marcus hit the accelerator and colorful leaves clouded in the wake of his car as she watched the countryside turn into molten gold and fiery reds that shamed the sunlight and flames in her heart.
 
 
Violet wanted this imagery, every single leaf that had fallen from trees, daylight sparking fire in the highlights in his hair, the easy conversation and the comfortable quietness, the wind rippling his shirt against his taut body, the last of summer’s warmth, and knowing the night air would be chilled. Violet needed to memorize every second with him now, every perfect moment, because nothing would ever be exactly this way again.
 
 
She leaned back into his shoulder, listening to the breeze carry his voice away as he pointed out landmarks and that which he recalled fondly, wanting to share with her. She gave him a nearly untroubled smile wishing this second would last forever and knowing it couldn’t – and wouldn’t. She loved him with her heart near to bursting with emotion, knowing even then that it would not be enough to sustain a lifetime.
 
 
They had lain in the tall grass ready to fulfill their mutual cravings offering up perfect, wanton lovemaking along with the beautiful innocence of two so untried and that unrepentant souls can muster, here in this place where two souls unite in ecstasy’s death in culmination at last.
 
 
Violet would remember. She would cling to this moment, vehemently, as no other could. Every movement; his hand stroking her hair, her cheek, their impure desires, the angle of the slightly bashful new moon, their bodies pressed  together, the heat of comingling all made perfect in marriage.
 
 
This was beginning and end which would afford her warmth, in recall, that she may need in a thousand years or the space of another breath. Nothing, she knew with paramount certainty, would ever be as special, awkward, innocently loving, and as lovely, as this momentous second.
 
 
Marcus slowed the pace, asking “Are you hungry, Violet? Do you want to stop?”
 
 
But she knew that the reality of anything concrete was enough to break the spell which had carried them this far, and though it was already too late, though something in her heart slipped as the smile slid from his lips, she closed her eyes against the sadness of torn time-space continuum, replying, “Just keep driving, Marcus. Drive forever.”
 
 

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Shooting the Ocean

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Shooting the Ocean 

Part 1

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She stood on the boardwalk at Jones Beach State Park. She couldn’t believe her luck. A single week ago, she had graduated college and now her feet were standing on a beach. She watched the sunset with the Atlantic rising majestically to pummel the sand as waves crashed down with the rush and sound of fulfillment. It’s something akin to a sadistic mating dance, she thought.

 

Jasper began shooting the ocean and wondering how much these two elements must love one another. She watched dark, powerful ocean slap the sand sadistically, chasing earth inland in wild pursuit, only to pull a fraction of earth back to sea in enticing, seductive retreat. Its intimate give and take, and an eternal exchange of energy. Nothing can ever end this, she mused excitedly.

Standing alone in the moonlight, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she realized that shooting the ocean made her nothing shy of an intrusive voyeur. Jasper rolled her eyes at herself, ugh, the worst kind.

 

She’d caught many shots that were much more than just the wildness of Mother Nature. These are unique, one-of-a- kind photos with an intense, sensual point of view, she told herself, not like the repetitive National Geographic Magazine, she grinned lost in thought. Then Jasper hugged her camera and did a small, celebratory jump-twist.

 

It was as if the wide-angle lens of innocent curiosity lead her to stumble upon lecherous lovers thought hidden. Jasper knew she should leave but froze in fascination. She knew these photos would be rewarded handsomely, as certainly as she knew that cashing her paycheck would feel too similar to walking away from a John and tucking his money into her thigh-high boot.

 

Nonetheless, she couldn’t let it dampen her spirits. She was ecstatic knowing these shots would ‘make her’. These photos would be the beginning of a stellar reputation and career. She ran for the boardwalk anxious to tuck her equipment safely into a photography bag.

 

Jasper returned to the stairs below the boardwalk, bent down to retrieve her shoes and found herself looking into piercing, ice blue eyes as a scream welled up in her throat.

 

By Wildfire8470

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