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Speaker 2: of things. The moment he walked out of the door.
Speaker 2: Tess regretted him leaving during an argument, turning his back
Speaker 2: on her to return to his beloved sea. As the
Speaker 2: last words of the tempest she had created echoed around
Speaker 2: their kitchen, doubt filled her mind. Would he ever come
Speaker 2: back after what she had said? Would she fill his
Speaker 2: arms once again? Her grandmother had always said, never part
Speaker 2: on a bad word. Would this sagely advice haunt her
Speaker 2: for the rest of her days? Hi, it's Devlin and
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Speaker 2: to night's episode and for the next few weeks the
Speaker 2: couple at least. This was actually a short story I
Speaker 2: penned a while back, Yes, going back into the mists
Speaker 2: of time. It's it is dark, and it obviously is erotic,
Speaker 2: but it is a full length story, so it's a
Speaker 2: little longer than normal, probably about three or four episodes,
Speaker 2: who knows. Once once I get into the narrating flow
Speaker 2: and just cutting it off at the right time to
Speaker 2: keep you waiting and anticipation for the next episode. But
Speaker 2: it is on the darker side of things, so I
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Speaker 2: yourself in the story. The mood in Testa's eyes matched
Speaker 2: the storm brewing outside. N was in no mood for either.
Speaker 2: It was madness, absolute stupidity to be arguing over the
Speaker 2: meaning of a word. Seriously, this had just exploded from nowhere.
Speaker 2: Now he was watching his wife apparently giving serious thought
Speaker 2: to causing him real physical pain over a stupid word
Speaker 2: that he had meant as a bloody compliment. It means darlin.
Speaker 2: The frustration was barely controlled in Finn's voice.
Speaker 3: It doesn't. I looked it up, Finn. It means vain,
Speaker 3: the jewel fire of anger and hurt burning deep in
Speaker 3: her eyes, contrasting the normal, sensitive sky blue. I'm your
Speaker 3: vain is hardly a compliment, Finn. Maybe I need to
Speaker 3: check all those poems you gave me. Maybe I need
Speaker 3: to reread all the little letters, check all their meanings,
Speaker 3: and see what else you'd been hiding in your words.
Speaker 3: You could tell me anything, Finn, anything. How would I know?
Speaker 3: The only person who tells me what they mean is you?
Speaker 3: And I can't believe that any more. Finn couldn't believe
Speaker 3: that this had escalated to this height. The thought bounced
Speaker 3: mercilessly around Finn's head. But given that Tess's hand was
Speaker 3: so close to the pans, the more importantly the knife block.
Speaker 3: He decided discretion really was the better part of valor,
Speaker 3: and certainly essential in him getting out of here. Intact
Speaker 3: and different words formed on his lips as he watched
Speaker 3: her fingers edging towards the pans. We use it more
Speaker 3: colloquially than that, we use it differently. It's like the
Speaker 3: beat of my heart, my darling. You can look it
Speaker 3: up in dictionaries, but it won't be the same as
Speaker 3: we use it. Total b s Finn. Her anger flamed
Speaker 3: even higher in her eyes. Tests was normally peaceful and calm,
Speaker 3: but when she lost her temper, she brought a whole
Speaker 3: new meaning to the definition of heart. On every level,
Speaker 3: his eyes were drawn down her curves, Every inch of
Speaker 3: her seemed accentuated by her anger, the movement of her
Speaker 3: breast almost hypnotic, the way her legs tensed as she
Speaker 3: shouted and got that bult so many thoughts into his head.
Speaker 3: Without thinking, Finn started playing with his finger, his damaged finger,
Speaker 3: the result of an accident at sea that had left
Speaker 3: it twisted deformed. The finger looked pained, as if it
Speaker 3: was trying to replicate a gnarly tree, and so christened
Speaker 3: at his contortion. The first time he had been intimate
Speaker 3: with Tests, they discovered it was perfectly shaped to touch
Speaker 3: her in all the right places, creating the most beautifully
Speaker 3: intense orgasms. From then on, they called it his beautiful contortion.
Speaker 3: Every time he felt aroused, without thinking, he would touch it,
Speaker 3: controlling the urge to tell her he wanted her right
Speaker 3: now over the breakfast table, as it might not be
Speaker 3: taken in the way he intended. He took a step back.
Speaker 3: I have to go. I have my ship waiting for
Speaker 3: me in the harbor, a crew waiting, and a contract
Speaker 3: to satisfy. We will talk about this tomorrow night, when
Speaker 3: I get back. His eyes focused on her hands, moving
Speaker 3: closer to those pans. You can come back tomorrow, but
Speaker 3: there's no guarantee you'll get through that door. Finne can
Speaker 3: burn her temper blazing. Normally, Finn would have calmed her
Speaker 3: down control, but right now he really did need to
Speaker 3: get down to the harbor for the ship. This stupid
Speaker 3: argument was costing him money, something he would be angry
Speaker 3: about tomorrow as he watched his profits dive beneath the sea.
Speaker 3: Go back to your precious sea, your precious boat. I
Speaker 3: obviously mean nothing to you. We will talk tomorrow. I
Speaker 3: have a business to run and people are counting on me.
Speaker 3: That's it. Tests tomorrow. More abruptly than he'd intended, he
Speaker 3: pulled the door closed as he left. The sound of
Speaker 3: the pan hitting the door emphasized the fact that the
Speaker 3: door was now closed and Finn had escaped right now.
Speaker 3: The storm at sea was a lot more predictable than
Speaker 3: the storm at home, he knew the sea, knew her moods,
Speaker 3: her tantrums. Test like this was a tad more difficult to.
Speaker 1: All.
Speaker 3: Thoughts of the argument at home held into nothing once
Speaker 3: he was out on the open sea as another wave
Speaker 3: crashed over the bow of the Brellium tool, the day's catcher,
Speaker 3: rutting from the fish cakes designed to hold them, flooding
Speaker 3: over the deck, and who scrambled desperately to hold on
Speaker 3: to anything that might float. The ship screamed cries of
Speaker 3: creeks and groans as she was tormented by the waves,
Speaker 3: and for the first time in his life, Finn doubted
Speaker 3: if his ship would survive this onslaught their one salvation,
Speaker 3: the lifeboat, long since ripped from the ship by the waves,
Speaker 3: snatched by some unseen hand as a foreshadowing of what
Speaker 3: was to come. The ship killed badly, Unstable, uncontrollable. They
Speaker 3: had no choice but to weather the storm, the wind
Speaker 3: screaming like banshees around them, wailing through the ship, the
Speaker 3: sound of the waves, the wind deafening. Yet, somehow, somewhere
Speaker 3: through all that noise, the unmistakable sound of death, the
Speaker 3: faintest sound that shouted louder than hell to be heard
Speaker 3: the crack of timber. At that moment, that split second,
Speaker 3: Finn knew their fate was sealed. The rain stung Finn's face,
Speaker 3: stabbing at his lips as he tried to shout orders,
Speaker 3: the noise around them too loud for any sense to
Speaker 3: be made of his barked commands, desperately grabbing men, thrusting
Speaker 3: them against anything that might float. The time was near.
Speaker 3: He knew that only Lady Luck could save any of them.
Speaker 3: Now the ship, his ship was lost. The storm battled
Speaker 3: the sailors as they tried to tie themselves against the
Speaker 3: plastic fish kekes, desperate for a life craft of any description.
Speaker 3: Finn's fingers, numbed by the shooting rain, fumbled with the knots.
Speaker 3: Fuck it, fuck it, this is not the time not
Speaker 3: to be able to tie knots again. His fingers fumbled
Speaker 3: the rope, dropping it. For a moment, it seemed like
Speaker 3: the storm abated. Maybe it was his imagination, Maybe it
Speaker 3: was the panic, the fear coursing through his body. Maybe
Speaker 3: he was already dead he just hadn't realized. But somewhere
Speaker 3: in the new background, a new noise one he didn't
Speaker 3: recognize the sound of velvet sliding over silk. He couldn't
Speaker 3: see anything for this damned rain. But there was something
Speaker 3: else there, something hidden behind the veil of rain. He
Speaker 3: couldn't see or couldn't understand what he saw. Without warning,
Speaker 3: there was a snap at his chest as he was
Speaker 3: yanked back against the bulkhead. His head slammed hard against it,
Speaker 3: dazing him badly. Unable to focus, to concentrate, to think.
Speaker 3: He felt something tightening around his chest, forcing him to
Speaker 3: breathe in short gasps, panicking furiously. A cloth of some
Speaker 3: description slid over his face, breathing in the fumes that
Speaker 3: reaped through whatever material. It was getting harder and harder
Speaker 3: to breathe. He struggled to keep his eyes open as
Speaker 3: they forced themselves shut. Not now, no, please, God, not now.
Speaker 3: Vinn slumped to the deck hard as the cracking of
Speaker 3: the timbers grew louder and louder. The really am tool
Speaker 3: killed the badly, timbers shattering as the storm dealt its
Speaker 3: fatal blows. Taking their chances in the sea. Rather than
Speaker 3: me insult into the oblivion by the sinking ship, the
Speaker 3: deck mates deserted the brialmb too for the last time.
Speaker 3: Large ripples danced across the sea, a fitting memorial for
Speaker 3: the ship that was lost. As those ripples drifted into
Speaker 3: the depths of the sea. Following the corpse of the ship,
Speaker 3: into the darkness of the ocean, the storm abated, stated
Speaker 3: as suddenly as she had started her passion, her anger exhausted.
Speaker 3: Fish cakes in the deck, hands drifted at the wheel
Speaker 3: of the oceans summer in the ripples. The partial nameplate
Speaker 3: broken by the anger of the storm flowed the words brillium,
Speaker 3: just visible within the water and somewhere in the depths
Speaker 3: and drifting in the darkness, The body of finnickin Burn
Speaker 3: was taken to that place that only sailors go. Over
Speaker 3: the coming weeks and months, tests often found solace on
Speaker 3: the beach, its seclusion, hidden away from other people, where
Speaker 3: the deep blue of the ocean gently caressed the golden sand,
Speaker 3: so peacefully, perfectly protected from the storms out at sea.
Speaker 3: This was truly her sanctuary. Each tide seemed to move
Speaker 3: so gently over the sand, but lying the storms that
Speaker 3: lay far out at sea. That soft kiss of every
Speaker 3: tide moving so slowly, the water climbing higher in her
Speaker 3: as if exploring the beach for the very first time.
Speaker 3: The moonlight danced across the water, and if she squinted
Speaker 3: her eyes just so, she might see a thousand sprites
Speaker 3: dancing across the tide, excited by their return to the
Speaker 3: beautiful beach, carrying tales of excitement and adventure, of exploration
Speaker 3: and discovery. The gentle whispers of the sea breeze moving
Speaker 3: up and down the beach, promising the pleasures of exotic adventures,
Speaker 3: gentle deep tones that seemed to resonate somewhere deep inside
Speaker 3: tests as if she hadn't heard the whispers, but just
Speaker 3: felt them, echoed so deep inside every breath, seeming to
Speaker 3: take those whispers even deeper, like a lover's promise. It
Speaker 3: touches you in all the right places and just grows
Speaker 3: with every breath. Exotic fragrances of the sea, hints of
Speaker 3: far away places, of a venture and discovery, teasing her imagination,
Speaker 3: stimulating her on a deeper level, so gentle, just strong
Speaker 3: enough that she could taste them. The passion of her
Speaker 3: fin was never far away. Her red hair, caressed by
Speaker 3: the wind, blew around her face as she walked along
Speaker 3: the beach, as if lost in her own self indulgent dream.
Speaker 3: This was her place to escape the stresses and strains
Speaker 3: of the day, a place where she could truly be
Speaker 3: alone with her thoughts and memories. And as she walks
Speaker 3: along the beach, immersing herself in the sensations of the
Speaker 3: soft sand, still warm from the afternoon sun, so gentle
Speaker 3: underr naked feet. The further she walks along the beach,
Speaker 3: the further she can leave the real world behind her.
Speaker 3: She had always loved the feeling of the sand between
Speaker 3: her toes. It takes her back to being a child again,
Speaker 3: of careless playing and dreams, stories of monsters and heroes,
Speaker 3: of running for endless hours along the beach, never wanting
Speaker 3: to leave. Even now, just feeling the caress of the
Speaker 3: sand between her toes takes her back to that time,
Speaker 3: a time before the pain and loss, a time before Finn.
Speaker 3: The sound of the sea whispering its delights and promises
Speaker 3: of pleasure. Finn had always said he was at one
Speaker 3: with the sea, and this close to the endless expanse
Speaker 3: of water, Tess could truly feel him again. Away from
Speaker 3: the maddening crowds and the noise. It was only near
Speaker 3: water she felt like she was back with him. As
Speaker 3: she reached a small inlet, the tide washing gently over
Speaker 3: the sand. She turns back to face the sea, to
Speaker 3: immerse in its song and close her eyes. One more moment,
Speaker 3: she whispered in quiet prayer, One moment to say all
Speaker 3: the things she could have said instead of arguing. One
Speaker 3: moment if she knew she would never have another moment
Speaker 3: with Finn again. A tearstum at her eyes as she
Speaker 3: lay down on the sand. It's all too familiar, soft
Speaker 3: caress embracing her tess closed her eyes once more, the
Speaker 3: tide gently washing around her feet, caressing her slowly, the
Speaker 3: rise and full of her chest falling in symphony with
Speaker 3: the tie. The sea pressed higher, inch by inch, moving
Speaker 3: up her legs, her skin gently throbbing with a warm passion.
Speaker 3: As the kiss of the sea pushed along her thighs.
Speaker 3: Fin she moaned gently, the voice of the sea coroning
Speaker 3: its reply. She could remember the whisper of his breath,
Speaker 3: the caress of his beard, the tormenting temptation of his
Speaker 3: tongue as the waves moved higher, forcing her to writhe
Speaker 3: in pleasure, her legs twisting as the water embraced her body.
Speaker 3: His gentle arms, holding her close and safe. She closed
Speaker 3: her eyes and surrendered to the simple pleasures of that sensation,
Speaker 3: the feeling of a thousand moonlight sprites danced so gently
Speaker 3: over her body, a warm tingle vibrating through every nerve
Speaker 3: as she submitted to the night. And here, at the
Speaker 3: edge of the sea, she could feel herself in the
Speaker 3: embrace of a man once again, a man who was
Speaker 3: the love of her life, a man she thought she
Speaker 3: would grow old, with all the plans they had created
Speaker 3: torn from her grasp in one faithful night. But here
Speaker 3: and now, in this moment, she could feel it all again,
Speaker 3: Here in the embrace of sand and sea, in between
Speaker 3: the ripples of the tide. She can still see his
Speaker 3: dark eyes looking up at her thin. Please, she whispered,
Speaker 3: tears streaming down her cheeks, come to me as she
Speaker 3: let herself sink deeper and deeper into the waves, pulling
Speaker 3: her to him, remembering his touch, his kiss, his warmth,
Speaker 3: his passion, moving over her body, that sensation all over again,
Speaker 3: as if it was right here, right now, rising through
Speaker 3: her legs, aching so deep inside, tensing that tide washing
Speaker 3: between her thighs, higher and higher, the height of his
Speaker 3: desire pressing between her legs, so gentle, so sensual, His moist,
Speaker 3: warm breath, the tide moving higher, moving over her body,
Speaker 3: pushing against her sex. God, how she atee to feel
Speaker 3: him again, to be at one with him one more time.
Speaker 3: The rhythm of his hips as he pushed against her, throbbing,
Speaker 3: feeling his breath, his tongue, his lips upon her neck
Speaker 3: as he pushed his cock inside the tide. The heat,
Speaker 3: the pulsing burning inside, aching, that heat growing inside her
Speaker 3: thinn She cries, pressing her hips upward, meeting his thrusts,
Speaker 3: the tide seeming to respond, the hiss of the waves,
Speaker 3: whispering his words in her ear, crashing right against her clit,
Speaker 3: her body exploding in an orgasm, her thighs clutching together,
Speaker 3: her body arching in spasm, tears streaming down her cheeks,
Speaker 3: mixing with the sea spray, that salty taste on her lips.
Speaker 3: More memories flooding back of those moments they had shed,
Speaker 3: wild times, fun times. The memory of his taste there
Speaker 3: on her lips, her tongue, her throat, the warm feasing
Speaker 3: between her lips. God, how she loved that, so intimate,
Speaker 3: so personal, so thin, For that moment, it was just
Speaker 3: her and him once more, nothing and no one else
Speaker 3: in the world mattered, as if they were once again entwined,
Speaker 3: just her and him, a shared connection and energy she
Speaker 3: had never known with anyone else. And all that time
Speaker 3: he was out to sea, she could feel him. No
Speaker 3: matter how far he went, she always felt him with her,
Speaker 3: his warmth, his protection, his support, his undying love. But
Speaker 3: the only place she could feel that now was here
Speaker 3: and the tide. She wondered if probably she had lost
Speaker 3: her mind and she just didn't realize it. But given
Speaker 3: the choice between sanity or relieving those moments again, sanity
Speaker 3: was always going to lose. Like every night, the tide
Speaker 3: wrapped its warmth around her, his arms embracing her once more,
Speaker 3: closing her her eyes and surrendering to the glow that
Speaker 3: veiled her body, never wanting to be far from the sea,
Speaker 3: Far from Finn. I'm coming, the words of the sea
Speaker 3: echoed in her mind, and for a moment, Tess wondered
Speaker 3: if she had really heard the words or just imagine them. Well,
Speaker 3: I hope you enjoyed part one of our story. Next
Speaker 3: week part two, So what's going on? Was Finn lost
Speaker 3: at Sea. What's happening with Tess but she lost her mind?
Speaker 3: Well you're just going to have to tune in next
Speaker 3: week to find out. And it does start getting a
Speaker 3: little darker, shall we say so? Until next week and
Speaker 3: we can get wild in bed all over again. And
Speaker 3: this is Devil in Wold and always with your pleasure
Speaker 3: in mind, wishing you salacious dreams.
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