Siren Pt 1

Transcript

Fuck. How did it get dark so fast? It's so cold.

What's that? Hello? I saw the glow of your fire.

Could I come in and dry off, maybe? I promise not to be a bother. I won't get too close, and I have food to share.

Or not. It's just so cold out there. Here, I'll just lay my weapons down so that you can see them.

No offense meant, I swear. You seem. ..safe-ish, and I just want to show you that I'm unarmed.

Okay? Okay. This is a gorgeous fire.

Is it just, um, driftwood? I didn't see much of it on the beach. Gosh, even the sand is warm here close to it.

I've been traveling a long time, I'm very excited to dry my feet. Thank you. For your hospitality.

I'm sorry, what? I heard you, I just. ..

Speak to me again. Please. Oh.

Oh my god. It's. ..you.

Isn't it? I've been searching for so long, I almost thought I'd never find you. I'd feel something, and then it'd be gone, like smoke.

Can. ..can I please see your face? I don't think you'd be able to change that, and I'd really like to be sure before I completely humiliate myself for no reason.

No? Well, how about. ..just your eyes, then?

Please. You're even more beautiful by candlelight. Every inch of you.

Absolutely perfect. Just like I thought. Hm? Oh.

No, we. ..we don't know each other. At least, you don't know me like I know you.

But. ..you're the one who called to me. Didn't you think I'd answer? Who am I? I'm yours.

That might sound a little strange, but I think from the way your eyes narrowed, you know exactly what I'm talking about. You can't sing like that and expect us not to. ..come.

Ugh. That voice. I'm sorry, can you repeat that? You're speaking so softly.

Us. Oh. Us.

Yes, well, your reach was pretty vast, actually. It was pinpointing you that it was difficult. And given where we are.

..a windswept cave. That's a little theatrical even for you. Unless.

..you're hiding. I might be the first. Can I? Very well.

I suppose you being tight-lipped for the rest of the evening is my own doing. I am not particularly adept at keeping my cool, but your generosity at letting me come in out of the rain is far more than I deserve. Here.

Are you sure you're not hungry? I have plenty. All right.

Well, I also have a water and tea leaves, if you would be so kind as to allow me the use of your kettle. Thank you. It's quite warm in here, but.

..my clothes are still wet. I don't want to impose, but we both know that they'd dry much faster if I removed them. Was that an odd? Thank you.

That's very generous. Thank you. Are you always such a gentleman? You're trying so hard not to look at me.

You can, you know. It's not the same as touching. You've allowed me into your space.

The least I can do is give you something pretty to look at. No? Okay.

Well, if you did look, you'd only see my body being warmed by your fire. My flesh being warmed by your heat. The flames seem to dance across my skin, flickering between light and shadow.

Hi. It's okay. I want you to look.

You've had my ears, my mind, and my heart for so long that I would love to have your eyes in return, if only for a moment. Be greedy. Devour me with them.

Pretend for me that what I'm offering is something you could desire. What am I offering? Anything.

Everything. Yours. But, since everything sounds like a lot, let's start with what you can see.

I am strong, fit, and healthy. And my body can be a soft place for you to land, or a foot soldier to do your bidding, and anything in between. My ears are already so tuned in to you that they twitch whenever you so much as inhale, always listening.

My eyes, though I've been searching for you so long, remain sharp, focused, hungry for you. My hands, open, receptive. My limbs, tireless, eager to follow your instructions.

But I have better parts to play with than my hands and feet. My mouth is sweet, talented, and dexterous. I could spend hours singing your praises just as easily as showering you with soft kisses.

Or maybe you'd prefer the gentle caress of my tongue, or the suckling embrace of my throat. My tits, full, firm, and gorgeous. I can tell you like looking at them.

They're very sensitive, and depending on how they're handled, can give me incredible pleasure or a delicious shock of pain. Turning around, my neck is delicate and shapely. It feels so good under your fingers.

I've always loved my back. There's a beauty mark on my right shoulder that I find very pretty. My waist is the perfect spot for your hands, and don't my dimples draw your eyes to my ass? Ah, my ass.

Are you an ass man? That's all yours too. Yours to squeeze, and shake, and spank.

You can even fuck it if you want to. I wouldn't call myself an anal queen, but I do love a slow stretch. And a tight fit.

You know how easy it is to hit a woman's G-spot if you fuck her in the ass? Hmm. Nothing makes me come harder.

But if I lean forward a bit more, you can see my pretty pink pussy between my legs. And if I reach back, I'll spread myself for you. Fuck.

I love the way it feels when my lips separate like that. Fully open to the air. You like that? My dripping, twitching little hole completely exposed for you.

Even face down in the sand, I can feel your eyes on me. But I think I want to see them for myself. Hi there.

Now that I have your attention, you seem quite comfortable looking at me. I like that. So I assume you don't mind if I continue? Spread my legs in front of you, and slide my hand between them? Good.

I like to use three fingers like this. My ring and index on each of my labia, and my middle finger right up under the hood on my clit. Fuck, I'm so wet for you.

I barely even have to play with it. Just grind back and forth a bit. My mouth.

Open. Eyes. Soft.

Mind. Full of your words. Your voice.

Your. .. You.