She had black cloud-hair that billowed and played invitingly in the light and water-well eyes that pooled back black over a glistening sun-smile. She wore see-through stockings that made her legs slick rivers flowing out of a slick fish-patterened silk dress which caught the breeze and undulated waves across her belly and ass. The dress clung to her cliff-hips, smoothed by centuries of pounding waves and it ruffled against her mermaid breasts.
She grasped me at the waist and a kiss splashed warmth across my neck. Wanted to hold her, slip naked between cold sheets, swim my nose through her hair, feel her salty breath-breeze linger in my ears, breathe my belly against her skin and sink my body with a gasp slowly in… to drown my soul in her ocean ghost… to loll drunkenly in the tropical sea…
When Suzanne spoke, however, it all water-falled out
