With The Flow

Posted by on May 1, 2016 in Nature-Inspired Sexy

With The Flow

 

The sexiest part of the Seattle Erotic Arts Festival for me was previewing photographs of the accepted art, writing about them and then reading for the Wanderlust literary art tour.

 

This piece of art, entitled With The Flow by photographer Lace Andersen  grabbed me by the throat and insisted I write about her first.  She lured me to five other photos and a linked narrative about mermaids and the eroticism of the sea.

girl in the sruf with watermark for blog

I absolutely love it when other artists’ work breathe life into mine. So for your reading pleasure, here is the first installment of the mermaid stories she inspired. (I’m working on getting artist’s permission for the other pieces. Thank you Lace Andersen for allowing me to share yours.)

Their tongues tangled, salty and slippery, as their elbows searched for purchase on the surf board bobbing in the water between them. Merea inhaled and swallowed hard.  It was now or never.

She traced her fingers across the surfer’s neoprene skull cap, held his head and bit hard on his chapped lower lip until she felt the flesh tear. He instinctively tried to pull away but she held him there as she sucked his blood, warm and metallic, into her mouth and swallowed.

“Owwh!”  he said as he brought a hand to his lip. “What the fuck?”

She felt his blood burn down her throat and the tip of her fin tingled. She’d heard that The Change would start within seconds of human blood getting into her system so she had to get to the beach fast. How crazy to think that she might not be able to swim, that she could actually drown. She felt a moment of panic, Holy Neptune what am I doing? but her home, the ocean, was in danger and she and two other members of her coven had been selected to infiltrate the humans and figure out how to stop it.

So she held tight to her mission and tucked right up beside it was her long held fantasy of having two legs and the clamshell of soft tissues in between.

She dove.

She’s been warned that the pain would be excruciating for about ten seconds and as she floated upon a breaking wave close to shore, it hit.  Her whole body spasmed like a fish on a hook as a burning sensation moved raggedly up the center of her fin cleaving it in two. She screamed out like a gull as her gills turned inside out and started to cohere into lungs.

The wave engulfed her, a farewell embrace from the sea, and churned her in the undertow, remixing her biochemistry like a cocktail.

She must have blacked out from the pain because when she came to she was floating on her back above a knee deep sand bar near the beach. She let her fleshy hips settle on the sand, pushed her hair out of her face and when she looked down through the water, despite how much she wanted it, and had dreamed about it, she retched the sea water she had taken in when she saw the two long legs stretching out from her torso.  Two legs that could spread apart and feel the desire of another inside of her.

She pushed them down and felt the sand between her toes.  Her toes!  She wiggled them with an astonished laugh and then slowly placed a hand between her legs searching for the soft folds and fabled canal. She explored slowly at first and then more eagerly until she found the small bud of tissues that made her tremble with pleasure.

And then, she worked up the courage to stand.

She dug her feet into the sand , used her hands to push herself up and cried out at the intensity of feeling her body upright in the air.  She wobbled like a newborn filly.

She inched her feet apart and nearly gasped at the glory of it as she felt, for the first time, the tingling sensation of air and sea rush between them.  Blood, hot and human, rushed to the fleshy juncture at the apex of her thighs. She spread her legs further, bent her arm, rested her hand on the back of her head and felt the sun warm her breast.

She inhaled deeply with new lungs and stepped forward toward dry land.

 

One Comment

  1. I like this!!! Goes so well with the image. Exciting. More please

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