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Subject: {ASSM} GenericJoe's Images : 0018 (FF Fant)
Date: Wed, 16 Jul 2003 07:10:04 -0400
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Images by GenericJoe <genericjoe.org>

In deference to short pieces, to Suki's images from when I was first
finding my bdsm-self, I am going to work on a series of images, most
of which will have a bdsm theme of some kind or another, all short.
At least three a week (but I'd love to do them daily.)

As they are posted, the images will be archived at
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/genericjoe/www/images/


0018

(FF Fant)

There are those who say that the mermen are a hybrid of man and fish,
but I know the truth, for I saved one on a fine summer day.  The mermen,
as we call them, are truly of the fae.  And that is how I know the
stories of the sailors are true, and it is right to be wary.

When I returned to town, battered and bruised from the Faerie's treatment,
many of the town whispered.  When Richard never returned, old ladies
nodded their heads amongst themselves.  When I refused to give up the
baby, as any woman taken against her will should do, everyone knew
the truth.  I loved him when I went with him into the woods, and I love
him today.  I didn't want what he did -- until he did it, and now that he
is gone I will raise his child, and try not to hate him with all my soul.

Everyone but the midwives shunned me until Rikk was born.  Then, they
too cast me out.  I traveled far, until I came to Ephesia, a small
ocean village.  There I told them that my husband had died soon after
Rikk was conceived -- not an untruth, I believed -- and they accepted
me into their hearts.  I had few skills in common with the fisherwomen,
so I took the child's task of gathering fish and crabs trapped in the
tidal pools by the ebbing tide.

It was there that I found her, lying in a tidal pool that slowly
evaporated in the afternoon sun.  Her legs -- or were they fins? -
glittered irridescent in the sun.  Her hair was the tan of dried algae,
her eyes bright green.  Her breasts, all of her truly, were beautiful.

I went over to her, and knelt beside her, and brushed her hair away from
her face.  At the touch, I felt the spark, the thing I had always felt
from Richard, and she awoke. "Y-you..." she whispered.  She was naked
save for a shell necklace that gleamed in the sun.

"Can I help?" I asked.

"I need..."  As I watched, the iridescence faded, and her skin became
tan like mine.  I wrapped a cloth around her, to cover her nakedness,
and we walked back to my cabin.  She collapsed in my bed, and I returned
to my task.

When I returned home, I found her staring down at Rikk in his crib.
"Beautiful." She said.  "He is ... one of us."  She seemed to struggle
to speak, choosing her words carefully.

"He is also mine," I countered.  She nodded, seeming to understand.
"You can call him Rikk."

"Rikk-k-k-k-" she said, clicking her voice like the dolphins do.
She picked him up then.  "Chosen," she said, and kissed his chest over
his heart.  When she pulled away, a blue-green imprint of her lips
remained, a mark -- a gift -- which he still has today.

She turned to me then, letting the cloth I'd given her earlier fall.
She held me in her arms, and kissed my lips.  I melted into her.  I am
not normally attracted to women, but she is fae, and kissing her was like
kissing Richard, only more so.   No one had touched me gently since I
returned to the village over a year and a half ago.  I was starved for
touch, and she, she was fae.

Soon I was out of my own clothes, and we rolled around in the bed.
She straddled my face, pressing her womanhood at my lips, and I supped
of her nectar.  She slid her fingers inside me even as she held me down,
grinding into my face.

She came, tasting of the sea and salt, and I began to come as well.
Together we fucked and licked and came and came for almost hours. I fell
asleep in her arms.  I awoke in the night, and she was gone.  Like the
tide, she had come and gone.  By my bed was the shell and pearl necklace,
a lover's gift.

Sometimes, when I am lonely, and it the tide is rising, I put on my
necklace and make my way to the beach.  I lie there, naked, on the edge
of the water, and smell it's salty odor so like my mysterious mermaid
lover as the waves lap at my legs and thighs, and lick at my womanhood
like a long lost lover.





(C) GenericJoe, 2003
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