Ocean Fantasy

One of Gin’s favorite fantasies was to make love by the deepest, bluest Sea she could imagine. She didn’t care if it was in a goose-down feather bed, or on soft white sand. She wanted to hear Ocean waves roar as loud as her passion, and as deep as her lust.

As soon as Mitch, her new lover found out about Gin’s fantasy he’d made sure it came true - with him … and here they were.

Or were they?.

Gin slowly opened her sleepy eyes - every part of her body hoping she was really where she’d been when she’d fallen asleep with Mitch the night before.To her relief, it was true. Gin was really with Mitch by the Sea, in a hotel room scented and decorated with an ambience of mystery and romance - suited to please a Princess.

But something was amiss .

Before Gin and Mitch could make another sound, or move an inch, the bedroom they were in became engulfed in a watery stillness - invaded by an Ocean of silence.

Gin’s eyes riveted on the peaceful face of the man lying next to her.

"What are you doing? What just happened? What in the world are you thinking about, Mitch? she asked.

"Oh, I was thinking about a couple of things, really. Have you ever been deep sea diving?" Mitch answered cautiously, aware he was acting strangely, but didn’t have a clue what to do about it.

Gin wondered if she should be insulted. She knew better though, as she realized Mitch hadn't taken his eyes off any part of her body, or removed his gaze from her eyes, since she’d opened her own eyes.

Even his hands were still gently stroking her in the same tender places.

Yet, Gin could swear from the faraway look in Mitch’s eyes, he wasn't with her - here, laying in bed beside her; not physically, anyway.

"No," she said, "I've never been deep sea fishing, Mitch, but I've always wanted to try it. Have you? Is that what you’re thinking about? Why are you mentioning this now, of all things?

“Ummm … yeah, I know - seems strange, but …. yeah, I’ve been diving before, just once, off the Caribbean coast. And the reason I'm mentioning it, is because the one and only time I’ve ever tried it, I almost drowned. I still have nightmares about it sometimes, and I just woke up from a really strange dream.

"Oh no, that's awful," Gin exclaimed, still a little confused; but she couldn't deny she was mesmerized by the glazed, dreamy look in Mitch's eyes.

“No big deal really. Drowning is just like most people say it is.

Once you stop fighting it, it feels great, better than any drug or pain killer I've ever taken, or anything I've ever done for that matter. I can tell you that for sure.

“But, to be honest, why I seem so preoccupied right now is that I can’t shake the reality of the dream I just had.

“And ... well … I’m overwhelmed with the thought that making love to a woman, to you, Gin … and knowing that I’ve pleased you as much as I’ve pleased myself, is like ... well, ok, I

know this sounds crazy ... but it's like deep sea diving.

“And even stranger, it's just like the dreams I have all the time about drowning, too."

Mitch was worried now, and with good reason. Gin was frightened, but trying to appear calm. She wasn’t much of an actress regarding her emotions. Mitch could sense Gin’s apprehension.

"Hmmm, ok, well you'll have to explain all this to me, Mitch, because I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm lost."

“I'm sorry Gin, if I've made you uncomfortable", Mitch told her, as he gently brushed thick, damp curls from her face.

"But that's not my intention, at all.

“I think I would like to tell you about it.

“Maybe I would understand the whole phenomenon better myself, although I can't deny it seems like it happened just yesterday, and it’s still a pretty awesome experience."

The warm smile Mitch gave her comforted Gin. She realized she wasn't feeling so cautious or fearful anymore.

"If you feel that strongly about it Mitch, ok. I want to understand.

“Besides, you know I love the sound of your voice, no matter what you're saying to me."

Gin knew the affect her comment would have on Mitch and it endeared her to him. He couldn't help kissing her deeply, but taking great care. Mitch knew it wouldn't take much physical contact between them, and they'd be fucking mindlessly; out of control, again.

A little confused himself, for some reason Mitch not only wanted to tell Gin about his experience, and the strange dreams he was having, as well as tell her about the feelings he had about them, but he also felt like he needed to tell her everything about the whole experience.

Kissing her once more, he tried to stay in control, and keep his mind on what he wanted Gin to know.

So … Mitch began the telling of his tale.

"Ok, Gin, thank you for caring, honestly, and please bear with me, because some of it is still a bit bizarre and confusing to me.

“It was a sunny day, perfect for being near the ocean. I remember walking toward the rocky shoreline, thinking how the ocean always looks like it never ends; as if it lasts forever.

“No one was around. Just Scott and I, a college buddy of mine. I was glad we had the area to ourselves.

“After adjusting our gear just like we‘d been shown, we walked backward into the ocean - to the sound of waves lapping against the shore. All types and colors of fish and sea creatures surrounded us as we drifted to the bottom.

"The beautiful and bright tinctures of color speeding by me were fascinating, as the ocean floor grew larger and larger.”

Mitch paused for a moment, watching Gin’s face.

"Ok, now Gin, this is when the dream, the ocean, and my drowning experience seem to merge all into one ordeal. But, I’m sincere, and mean everything I say.

“It’s … umm … well, it’s like this …

"When you touch me Gin, this is the way I feel ... the way I did in the ocean ... and in my dream - merely hanging … floating on the surface of another world.

“It’s like you become a part of my flesh, exploring every inch of my body. I can't move; my cock throbs; the coral and fish disappear; I forget where I am.

"Believe me when I tell you this, Gin. A welcomed, opened, sensual and lusty embrace from you is like crystal-clear water; touching me over and over again. My chest, my belly, my thick crotch, and oh God, my cock - hard as flint. Your tongue - your kisses are even wetter than the water sucking me in

“But the water - this sucking motion takes a wicked turn. It's kind of a frightening feeling.

"But in the dream we're ok. We float to freedom, away - to the surface, pushing free of the waterline.

“Yet then, even the air feels different. Winds blow, clouds form, rain pours. Still I could care less about anything. I ignore it. I’m with you, and feeling pleasure for the first time in a long while.

"The wind picks up and continues to blow even harder. The rain pours, heavy and thick. Our slick, wet bodies slide over and around each other with ease, as though we were born in the sea; born to be this way - sea creatures.

"We kiss, our tongues like dolphins playing, sealing our birthright to the glory of the sea.

"Our breathing … each breath we take intertwines.

"I hear a moan, like thunder … but it's my voice. Me - moaning even louder than the roar of thunder. For a moment I wonder if I'm a strange fish, swimming where I don't belong.

Lightning brings me back to what few senses I have left.

"Thunder, lightening, your tongue, your mouth, wetter than the sea and the rain; all mixed with your passion, Gin.

“I begin to ache. It seems like I’m moaning this endless male growl, until thunder rolls again.

“Then I remember I'm with you, and that I want to please you. But this pleasure has driven me out of my senses, and I realize I'd forgotten about you for a minute.

"My eyes seem as if they've been closed … as if I'd been blind. But when I open them, I can see clearly.

I'm captivated by your body. Just like I am right now.

“But, you’re inside me, and I‘m thinking, ‘how can you be in me, around me, all over me, everywhere and anywhere at once?’ This .. this experience ... the whole of it - how many dimensions? How many worlds? How many lands?

"I still can’t understand the answers to any of these questions. Yet, there you are, and I’m so grateful. I watch you move and twist; turning and delighting me, with ease.

“We don’t even seem human. We’re like animals under the Sea. Our home is the Ocean; our birthplace.

“We hunger, one for the other. Opening wide, we taste. We take great gulps of each other, and we swallow. We swallow, and it's good.

"Rain begins again to hit my face. I’m inside you now, my cock as hard as rock.

"I hold tightly to you and I can’t, I won’t let go. The rain continues to fall.

"We’re fucking in this wild, wet, grand, majestic way - the Ocean is our desire; our lust. We grab hold of arms, legs, backs, hair and heads; we grind hard, we pump deep, and we love it.

"The rain pours and pours, as if ordered to by the heavens.

"Now it’s you who can’t let go, Gin. You hold tightly and still the rain falls and pelts your body, arousing you even more.

"I lose myself, again. I forget to breathe. I try, but I can't, and the longer I strain for air, the pressure in my mind deepens, and I feel like any minute I’ll explode. My brain throttles with blood. Flashes, bright like glass, appear in space … but they are you, Gin - my lusty lover; hungry for me.

“I know this sounds insane, but these beautiful flashes really are you, dancing and weaving and turning for me, as if you are tempting me; hoping to lure me inside you deeper and deeper … and I realize this is your mating dance. You are lost in it. You don’t care anymore what I think, or if anyone else is near. Your only desire is to make me want you … to make me give up my life, my breath for you … to be inside you.

"It’s impossible for me to resist. I’m like the animal you’ve made me with your magic and your tantalizing allure. You become part of me … melded to me.

“There is no end to you and no beginning to me. I hear your voice speak sounds of ecstasy, telling me ‘yes Mitch, yes’ ... repeating my name over and over again. My mouth opens wide to answer you, but I'm out of air.

“I realize that I’m drowning … I’m drowning in you, and that in one more second blackness will close in around me.

"But as if we are favored by the gods - some Sea-god, or something … the sky grows silent.

"We kiss harder and longer than ever before, and I realize that I was never afraid - not one moment.

The breath of life is in one kiss

“You whisper this to me. Like an infant - so vulnerable - you cling to me, surrounding my neck with your small, soft hands.

"This fantasy this multi-dimensional experience I don’t know what to call it … or how to explain it … but it becomes even more real than it already seems. Lightning strikes. Thunder crashes and roars. The sky glows through us. It’s all around us.

We know we are alive.

"The world is around us, all of life, even the air is damp. We shiver unmercifully. You crawl silently in my arms, with no need for words. It’s a small thing to comfort you. With ease, I enfold all of you.”

Gins face turned pale. Once again, Mitch paused with his story. He knows what she’s thinking.

"Gin, I know you think I’m crazy, but you wouldn’t if this had happened to you. It seems like this is the event … don’t laugh, sweetie, I swear, this really happened, just like I’m describing it … but it seems like this is the event which begins the unveiling of some kind of ancient promise. We both hear it echo.

"This is the promise: When two become one, it is not a mere truth taken lightly. The Universe is granted her own voice. A man and a woman become one, yet both are given new life."

Mitch was silent now - partly because he was lost in the re-living of his own story, but also because he was concerned about Gin, and what she was thinking … and what she was feeling.

One lonely tear, separated now from every tear she‘d ever cried, clung to a knowledge she'd never accepted before, and slid slowly down Gin’s cheek.

She was no longer a seeker - not of this truth … this revelation.

Now, she had seen. She would never again question the paths she traveled.

Mitch touched the tear of knowledge resting on the cheek of his lover - so sweet to him, she was. He placed it to his lips, and tasted goodness

That was only the beginning. Mitch tasted and treasured Gin’s breasts, her thighs, between them, inside them … he devoured the living nectar that poured from her, as she quaked with the orgasm of a life time.

As big as the Ocean, Gin thought

In this sensual drowning … a drowning in a Sea of endless promises made, and promises kept, two lovers made love as they never had before, and would rest, trusting that no matter how the Earth may turn, at this moment or even forever, all would be right with the World.

M. Wyatt