by Zee bo Bee
There she was, staring at him like a creature out of his primal fantasies. "This couldn't be more perfect," he thought to himself. "Look at her! Part human, part fish...part Goddess. This is just...perfect!" And it was perfect. She opened her arms and beckoned him into her warm embrace, and he would have, except he had a fear; fear of drowning, fear of sinking and more importantly, the fear that man has of dying alone in the dark depths of the ocean, his lungs crushed by the immense pressure around him. A death that can surely end with nothing but soundless screams and the icy bite of frost and chill witnessed only by the cold horrendously disfigured creatures and fish that can only inhabit the depths, hiding their ugliness from the world in a land of constant darkness.
But she called his name and he found he could breath. She touched his inner thigh and he found that he could float - though, admittedly, not as beautifully as her. And, when she undid his buttons and pants, all remaining thoughts of death and pain, of soundless screams and cold were washed away form his mind like sandcastles at high-tide.
And so, in his rapture he loved her and she loved him back. She swam around him in glittering scales of green and blue, her blonde hair framed her face most beautifully and she said in most dulcet tones "let me please you, let me love you." And, most naturally, he agreed.
They kissed and touched and enjoyed the feel of the other's body upon their own. It was quite a new sensation for him, feeling her slippery scales rubb across his nether regions but it aroused him like nothing in his life had ever. "How cool is this?!" he kept telling himself "Wait till the guys hear about this!". And they would. But for now, the couple kept on sinking, deeper and deeper in ingorant bliss both figuratively and literally. For with each fathom they passed from the surface, so did the mermaid lower her luscious coral-lips to a part of his body.
When they were skimming the surface, she kissed his lips. When they reached they ocean shelf, she kissed his neck. And so on it went, as they sunk deeper and deeper into the ocean, he, ignorant of the natural sights around him; of wondrous corals and multi-colored fish, and she, devoid of the inhibition or shame so common with our human females. From his neck she went to his chest. From his chest, she travelled to his navel until finally she reached the point where, as the pirates say, "X marked the spot!"
And he had never recieved such feelings before. The mermaid serviced him. But more than pleasure him physically she pleasured him emotionally. "You have never lived," he decided right then, "unless you've gotten head from a mermaid underwater." And it was true, and the couple floated for almost an hour in such position in raptured bliss. And when he was reaching his breaking point she stopped all of a sudden and said, "wait!". Confused and frustrated he raised a questioning eyebrow. But she placed a delicate opalascent finger on his lips and said "If you are going to do that, we must do it properly."
"You know," she quickly added, noticing his questioning expression "the ACTUAL way!" and he was immediately filled with thoughts of fully consumating his relationship with the mermaid. He wondered if he should mention the matter of "protection" and not having any rubbers on his person at the moment, but eventually thought against it. "Nothing that would potentially kill the moment!" he decided. "I love her too much and I must have her now!" And he looked at her straight in her beautiful sapphire eyes and told her so.
"But wait a minute!" said the mermaid in her melodious tones. "I have to prepare." And so, because he felt that even human girls would need to 'prepare' and that mermaids should be no different, he acquiesed, and in a swirl of silver bubbles and glittering scales she dissappeared behind a clump of kelp. He could not see her from where he was standing, or rather, floating but he could hear her voice. She was humming and moaning and purring in a most erotic manner that his 'interest' was sustained and finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she peered out from between the kelp coyly and said "I'm ready!"
And so she was. The man advanced to his aquatic lover, each stroke of his muscled arms pulling him closer to her lithe body draped ever so slightly within the clump of kelp and when he finally got there he regailed once more at the sight of her beautifully pale, nude breasts and lusted for her once more. But what was this? Surrounding the mermaid were pearls, beautiful and opalescent like nothing he'd ever seen before. "Surely," he thought to himself "this must be the fabled Treasure of The Mermaids, and she has decided to give them to me out of love." And so he mentioned it and so she said "yes, my love they are the greatest treasures of the mermaids."
His curiosity satiated, he focused his attention once more to the mermaid but as he rubbed his body to her she pulled back. Surprised he asked her if anything was the matter. "But haven't you done it before?" she asked him with a more-than-a-little-bit-shocked sort of voice. Confused, the man could only shrug and attempt his advance once again only to be refused once more by the mermaid.
"I can see this is your first time having sex with a mermaid," she said, not unkindly. "But we cannot complete our relationship the same way you do with mortal women. Ours is a different way. Better." And the sailor, in hearing this was even further aroused with naughty thoughts of what sort of new and unexplored positions he might partake with his lover. "Then enlighten me my love," he said. "Teach me!"
"The Treasure of the Mermaids..." she began but was cut off
"Alas, I could not care for pearls as their beauty, though otherworldy as it is, pales in comparison with yours." said he, trying desperately to contain his growing lust.
"But they're not Pearls!" said the Mermaid in a shocked voice. "They are the eggs I have laid that are awaiting the arrival of your seed! Quickly now, position yourself above them so that you may spray as many of them as possible lest your seed is washed away by the current!"
And his face dropped and as positioned himself over the gleaming, glistening pearls, or eggs as we should rightfully call them now, he realised the extent of his stupidity of expecting any intercourse with a mermaid. For mermaid, as beautiful and seductive she may be - though she possesses the softest and smoothest skin, the luscious most luxurious lips and the prettiest most enchanting breasts - is, when all is said and done, a fish from the waist beneath!
PEACE OUT
