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FFF – Dolphins

Celia — Fri, 04 Sep 2009 04:02:51 +0000

Swimming, flitting, dancing and twirling. She glides through the water, fingers tight on the dorsal fin of the animal beneath her, screaming and laughing and living and loving. The salty ocean cools her, the sun bearing down and enforcing its will on her. Her skin reddens, cheeks, forehead and nose. Yet still she remains, laughing and playing and feeding the wondrous creatures of the sea.

The sea beckoned and she answered… swimming with the dolphins.

FFF-Three

Celia — Fri, 21 Aug 2009 09:25:26 +0000

In the darkness of night, they reach for me. Their hands stroke and pet, fingers exploring. One starts at my feet, Alec, kneading the tired muscles with practiced hands, relaxing me before stringing me tight like a bow. The other, Darren, traces the planes of my face, relearning that which makes me… me. Eyebrows, eyes, nose, cheeks, lips and chin. Nothing is hidden from his blinded eyes and all-seeing hands.

Alex’s smooth touch moves on from my feet, venturing north to massage and relearn the lines of my legs. His caresses sooth me, push and pull the stress of the day away, out.

FFF-Dances

Celia — Fri, 14 Aug 2009 04:01:58 +0000

Lyra dances, body swaying like gentle waves in the dawn’s early light. She shifts and moves to the music, hips sliding against yours. Her hands slip easily over the silk of her dress, starting low and shifting north, skimming the red tinged second skin. She cups her breasts, kneading the plump flesh, offering them to you. Before you can blink the ties of her dress are released, red waves cascading down her body, revealing inch after inch of peaches and cream skin. Nipples hard and aching. For you? The tempo speeds and she drops her head back, feeling the rhythm. She dances.