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Speaker 1: cafe is under attack, the trenches in the beach, the
Speaker 1: blood on the rocks, it all points to something very mysterious,
Speaker 1: very dark. But why is it targeting her a cafe?
Speaker 1: Why is it targeting her? Nor relationship? The sea is
Speaker 1: only getting worse, the see more tempestuous than ever. How
Speaker 1: much dark you can this get, we'll test be able
Speaker 1: to hang on to the last ten drils of her
Speaker 1: sanity or she just slip into a complete oblivion of madness. Well,
Speaker 1: you'll just have to keep listening. Now. I hope you're
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Speaker 1: film my voice moving over your body. That's it, And
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Speaker 1: my voice. This is your time, your time to relax,
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Speaker 1: your inner passions as you feel my voice going with you,
Speaker 1: as you immerse yourself in the story. Test stood stoically
Speaker 1: as she let the sounds of the cafe and rift
Speaker 1: around her. For once, she was glad of the company.
Speaker 1: She really wasn't sure what was going on. She just
Speaker 1: knew she didn't feel comfortable with it. There was something
Speaker 1: dark happening, and she didn't know what. Keeping the cafe
Speaker 1: open later than usual it was just an excuse to
Speaker 1: make sure she wasn't alone. She had had many emotions
Speaker 1: since losing Finn, but this was the first time she
Speaker 1: felt scared being on her own, fearful of whatever had
Speaker 1: left those marks, terrified that it had seemed to get
Speaker 1: within feet of the cafe where she had been lame.
Speaker 1: The men told her repeatedly about how they'd carried her
Speaker 1: up the steps on mass how she was so heavy
Speaker 1: for a little one, how she kept kicking them every
Speaker 1: step of the way, and when they finally got her
Speaker 1: on the bed, they'd all lost their nerve about taking
Speaker 1: her clothes off in case they had to face her wrath.
Speaker 1: Test didn't think her temperament was that bad, yet, for
Speaker 1: some reason, she had a bad reputation for a fiery temper.
Speaker 1: Several times she challenged someone on why they had come
Speaker 1: to this conclusion, and every time they just shook their heads,
Speaker 1: backing up, hands held up in a defensive manner. Eventually,
Speaker 1: the cafe client town drifted away once older On, who
Speaker 1: had done most of the heavy lifting in putting her
Speaker 1: to bed as he put it, decided he'd had as
Speaker 1: much free coffee as he could possibly stomach, or at
Speaker 1: least as far as his bottle of rum would stretch to,
Speaker 1: and left she had to admit defeat and lock up
Speaker 1: to face the night alone, terrified of whatever beast might
Speaker 1: be stalking her from the dark depths of the ocean.
Speaker 1: Finn would have known. Finn would have dealt with it,
Speaker 1: but Finn wasn't here. Her heart sank as a thought
Speaker 1: moved across her mind. The evening moon was already low
Speaker 1: across the sea, weaving its spow between the waves, inspiring
Speaker 1: sprikes to rise and fall. Another storm was growing that
Speaker 1: was obvious even in the darkness of the evening. From
Speaker 1: the cafe, she could already hear the crashing of the waves,
Speaker 1: their sound on the beach becoming louder and louder, a deafening,
Speaker 1: metallic sound that resonated through the building. It had been
Speaker 1: two nights since she'd been to the cove alone. The
Speaker 1: cafe no longer felt safe. The truth was, the cove
Speaker 1: was the only place she actually did feel safe. God
Speaker 1: knows why any beast of the ocean could take her
Speaker 1: there a lot easier than in the cafe, Yet she
Speaker 1: could feel its drawn, the velvety tendrils of temptation inviting
Speaker 1: her down. Though still drained and aware of the risks,
Speaker 1: she knew she couldn't resist for another night. The desire
Speaker 1: to be near her love again was already burning inside,
Speaker 1: and the truth was the cove and the sea was
Speaker 1: the only place that she could get close to him anymore.
Speaker 1: Putting on an overcoat to sheld herself from the storm,
Speaker 1: Tess began the track down to the beach. She was
Speaker 1: sure she could make this journey with her eyes closed.
Speaker 1: Every step she knew intimately every grain of sand a
Speaker 1: personal friend. Despite the onslaught of the approaching storm, every
Speaker 1: step seemed to relax her. Somehow, the very existence of
Speaker 1: the storm seemed to take the stress of the day away,
Speaker 1: as if she was coming home. However tempestuous that may be.
Speaker 1: The warm, moist sand spilled over her feet, caressing her
Speaker 1: despite the evening chill of the approaching storm. The tide
Speaker 1: licked at her legs with a growing heat, enticing her,
Speaker 1: pulling her further along the beach, like a lover's fingers,
Speaker 1: seducing her back to his arms. The sea breeze kissed
Speaker 1: briskly at her face, his fingers moving lightly and firmly
Speaker 1: along her cheeks. The fragrance of the ocean, the smell
Speaker 1: of the oncoming storm filled her chest, her body, her core.
Speaker 1: The immersive experience of the sea of Finn's Sea occupied
Speaker 1: every sense she had. Walking through the cloud of memories
Speaker 1: at their place, Test closed her eyes as those memories
Speaker 1: of intensity and passion rekindled, remembering a time a moment
Speaker 1: of lust. Breathing in deeply, the never forgotten heat spread
Speaker 1: through her nerves. In the distance, she could see her
Speaker 1: destination despite the failing light, a small cave hidden an
Speaker 1: outcrop of rocks like a hermit grab. Test just knew
Speaker 1: that when she was in their cave, she would be
Speaker 1: safe and secure and could try to release this fear
Speaker 1: that was clawing at her mind to makes sense of
Speaker 1: the previous few days. Tests mindedly glided along the beach,
Speaker 1: unaware of each step, ignorant of stepping over a small
Speaker 1: beach stream, oblivious to climbing a rock face, obscured by
Speaker 1: trees and undergrowth, perfectly safe, perfectly private. Somewhere in the
Speaker 1: back of the cave, an underground spring erupted into the
Speaker 1: night air. The bubbling pools it created washed against the
Speaker 1: smooth rock weathered by time and sea that provided a
Speaker 1: perfect resting place. Pitched high above the waters, Test could
Speaker 1: look down on the growing storm. She could almost feel
Speaker 1: that she was separate from the real world, as if
Speaker 1: the sea was ten thousand feet beneath her, the rocks,
Speaker 1: the beach so distant heart she was just drifting in
Speaker 1: the night sky. The glimmer of the moon danced across
Speaker 1: the crushing waves. For a moment, she closed her eyes
Speaker 1: and let herself drift into that dream, into that memory,
Speaker 1: the sounds that the pools whispered to her, the rocks
Speaker 1: so close to the crown, yet so comfortable. Letting her
Speaker 1: hand drop casually down into the bubbling water. The caress
Speaker 1: of the tide moved around her hand, the firm touch,
Speaker 1: just like a lover into locking their fingers. Tess gasped
Speaker 1: as a memory of the first time she had felt
Speaker 1: Finn's hands in hers, invaded her mind as she immersed
Speaker 1: herself in the memory and let the water eat between
Speaker 1: her fingers, warming them, enticing them his first touch, his
Speaker 1: first kiss, the seductive touch of his beautiful contortion, making
Speaker 1: her ache in all the right places. That passion still
Speaker 1: burned on her lips, in her mind, right through to
Speaker 1: her car, burning through her as if she were back
Speaker 1: there now, A beautiful twisted caress of his fingers as
Speaker 1: they moved up and down her back, pulling her tighter
Speaker 1: against him, the two of them melting into one, a
Speaker 1: single body of unanimous pleasure, that first sensation as he
Speaker 1: pushed inside her, stretching her sex there, shared moans vibrating
Speaker 1: between them as one slow, long, deep thrust that filled
Speaker 1: her completely, kissing every injure of a pussy with divine affection.
Speaker 1: Tess's core clutched passionately for Finn's invasion again, the shared
Speaker 1: moment when the world would just vanish and there was
Speaker 1: nothing but the two of them, their beautiful embrace that
Speaker 1: warmed her whole body, tensing, trying to hold the moment
Speaker 1: for just a little longer. They were so perfectly them.
Speaker 1: The water pressed tighter around her fingers in a grip
Speaker 1: of passion that flashed the memory of Finn's warm satisfaction,
Speaker 1: the warm caress of his pleasure, and the growls that
Speaker 1: still resonated in her mind. Clenching hard onto the memory,
Speaker 1: holding him close one last time, please, just one last time.
Speaker 1: Her body shuddered, trembled, holding him closer. She let him
Speaker 1: go before she couldn't, wouldn't let him go again, holding
Speaker 1: him tightly, feeling him inside her, still so close, tessing
Speaker 1: fin together as one again, entwined forever. A familiar grow
Speaker 1: embraced her body. Somehow she could feel his eyes moving
Speaker 1: over her skin, that gentle look he had, affectionate and strong.
Speaker 1: The satisfaction carved into a very being. Closing her eyes,
Speaker 1: she could feel him there against her, holding her, so close,
Speaker 1: being inside her, touching her very soul. For that moment,
Speaker 1: she was somewhere else, not in the cave, not in
Speaker 1: the cove, not even on the beach, just somewhere else,
Speaker 1: maybe in the sea, with Finn. She really didn't care
Speaker 1: where it was. She just wanted to be with him.
Speaker 1: She just needed to be with him. She used to
Speaker 1: say that all the time, but since he had gone,
Speaker 1: she realized how much she did need him. The small
Speaker 1: things they shared came into focus, the ones that seemed
Speaker 1: so natural, the ones she supposed they took for granted,
Speaker 1: the assumption they'd always be there together. They talked so
Speaker 1: free and easily, how comfortable they were with each other,
Speaker 1: just being. They weren't just lovers, they were friends, soulmates.
Speaker 1: She should have told him more often. So much time
Speaker 1: she wasted on silly stuff that didn't matter, stuff that
Speaker 1: could have waited. Anxiety stole those moments from them, cursed
Speaker 1: tests with this emptiness. If only she could see him
Speaker 1: once more, just to tell him all of it. He
Speaker 1: needs to know, She needed him to know. But she
Speaker 1: couldn't tell him. She let him go without saying those words,
Speaker 1: and that burns with a deeper pain than anything ever would,
Speaker 1: a guilt that wrapped around her throat every single day.
Speaker 1: Returning to the cave, to the moment she was aware
Speaker 1: suddenly of tears stinging her eyes, wiping them from her
Speaker 1: face on the sleeve of her overcoat. Looking up through
Speaker 1: the mouth of the cave, Tess could see a lone
Speaker 1: seagull desperately trying to return to shore, battling the winds
Speaker 1: in intensify rain to find a safe haven. The sea
Speaker 1: was obviously upset by something Finn had always said. When
Speaker 1: a dark storm blew in the sea, his mistress was upset.
Speaker 1: She could be emotional and tempestuous, but she could also
Speaker 1: be the most affectionate and caring lover a man could wish.
Speaker 1: For cursing the sea again, that cruel mistress, for taking Finn.
Speaker 1: Test screeched at the dark sky, for not letting her
Speaker 1: have the chance to say everything she needed to say,
Speaker 1: for being his other great love, the one he could
Speaker 1: never leave, even if he'd wanted to. He would never
Speaker 1: part from the sea, for being the love that bled
Speaker 1: through his veins, for seducing him in ways that Test
Speaker 1: could never hoped to. Walking down onto the beach, Test
Speaker 1: kicked at the tide like some pouty child, trying to
Speaker 1: punish her to accect some revenge. In response, the waves
Speaker 1: grew larger, heavier, like some guard dog growling protecting what
Speaker 1: was hers. Test had let him go, and he belonged
Speaker 1: to the sea now, But still the sea seduced Tests
Speaker 1: every day, tempted her back to the shores to indulge
Speaker 1: in her sensuous waters to immerse herself once more in
Speaker 1: the passion of Finn, having the one thing Tests could
Speaker 1: never resist. She knew that now she would have to
Speaker 1: accept whatever glimpses of Finn, the bitch of the sea
Speaker 1: would allow. Her Test was the other woman, and that
Speaker 1: she struggled to reconcile herself. With the storm growed, its anger, lightning,
Speaker 1: stalking the water in determined flashes. Tess was used to
Speaker 1: storms in this sleepy cove, but this was different, something
Speaker 1: ominous about this storm. The tracks in the beach could
Speaker 1: only fuel her fear about the life ahead. Tormented by
Speaker 1: her guilt and loss, Her only respite brief moments of
Speaker 1: stolen pleasure with the man she loved, as long as
Speaker 1: the sea would allow that beach, the sea. Well, I
Speaker 1: hope you are enjoying this little journey. Mm hmm. Is
Speaker 1: it into madness? Where is it going somewhere else even darker?
Speaker 1: Maybe it's just strange dreams or unexpected fantasies. Is it
Speaker 1: just angry at the sea for taking Finn? Or is
Speaker 1: there something else, something darker and is the sea truly angry?
Speaker 1: Or maybe the monster that attacked to a cafe is
Speaker 1: returning Well you're just gonna have to tune in next
Speaker 1: week to find out. So until next week when we
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