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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Tags: #love and lust #innocence #lost #lust #cravings #love #marriage #honeymoon #phase #fulfillment #spell #cast #broken #concrete #reality #Lovemaking #moonlight #memory #warmth #between
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Mandy Lynn’s Fantasy

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They met in a chat-room for adult role play. She had just come of age and was craving the attentions of a real man. Not any of the boys in my peer group, she thought, with Joffrey in the back of her mind. Her every fantasy had come to life in him and though they had not met, she was certain she knew him through and through.  

 

Mandy Lynn felt that she had come into her own, right here and now, but she longed to touch him and consummate what they had begun. Joffrey had broken through her defenses as no man in her life ever had. He worked at it and for it, solely set on allowing her to bare all, so she knew that Joffrey truly loved her. She could feel it from thousands of miles away.  

 

It had taken a year but, Joffrey had worked tenaciously to break through her walls and to her amazement; Mandy Lynn let down her guard. Slowly she began to reveal her secrets and show a little skin; a bare shoulder first, then cut-off shorts hiding a black garter belt hooked to stockings, then a see thru negligée. Finally, he feasted his eyes upon her nubile, feminine form.

 

The lighting was perfect with shadows falling in the exact right places. He smiled in the darkness watching her features on his camera and snapped pictures she knew nothing of. He was intent on finding out just how far to push her and when to loosen his grip, all without ever breaking contact. He would save that for his ultimate weapon.

 

He memorized her features, etched into mind almost indelibly now; her soft lips smiling at him or parting to laugh at his jokes, her wide-eyed innocence and the curve of her hand twirling a lock of hair nervously, not knowing what to expect of him. Joffrey imagined her perky breasts, taut thighs, and tight, sweet, little ass, while he played at being a gentleman.

 

She had never roll-played before. She’d never even taken an acting class but she knew he was genuine. When he finally invited her to meet in person, Mandy paused for only a fraction of a moment but realized her instincts true. She knew Joffrey to be a very good man and readily accepted his invitation.

 

Mandy Lynn left Freeport Florida taking a leap into a future she could only dream of prior. She knew Joffrey was charming, a gregarious temptation with a warm and engaging personality. She ached to know if his arms were the perfect match she had imagined.

 

Every night, after chatting online, she closed her eyes to imagine the warmth and safety of his strong arms around her, the feel of his large hands exploring her, revealing her most intimate secrets, kept only for him. He would kiss her gently, increasing pressure gradually until she let him devour her and wanted him all the more.

 

Upon arrival of the much anticipated cab which would carry her to the airport, she couldn’t understand the knot in her stomach, or a sudden uneasiness that assailed her. She chalked it up to nerves and climbed into the taxi.

 

Their first week together was magical. Mandy Lynn leaned into a lamp post for strength. Retrieving a photo from her skirt pocket, she stared hard at the picture she had kept for years; a picture of the last time she was still that innocent.

 

In the second week Joffrey had stripped her of money, decent clothing, and withheld affection, food, and everything necessary for survival. He put her out to work the streets, under threat of bodily harm, and let his buddies trade her like so much chattel, and now I am a whore, she realized knowing she could never go home again.

 

For the millionth time she stared at the photo she’d kept of those days, wondering how she’d never suspected that the man she was so certain of was actually a woman-beating pimp, but couldn’t summon tears, knowing they would freeze in the biting wind, only to begin again in the depths of her broken heart.

 

Disclaimer:  Any resemblance to persons living or deceased is strictly coincidental.

 

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