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Deep Blue “O”

By D. ThompsonYou had been diving all day, out on the clear turquoise ocean under an indigo sky. You randomly remembered your mother telling you once, that there was no such thing as perfection, but you had to admit to yourself that this was as close as you would likely ever come to it. A large honest smile spread across your face, reaching your eyes and from deep within your heart. You were bathed in a feeling of gratitude. You positively glowed.

You stood looking at the woman you love. She was happily putting away diving gear on the small yacht you both had rented. She had been afraid at first, reading on line about pirates and fearing for your mutual safety; but after ten glorious days, she had relaxed into it. The sun was still out, but not the intense heat wave from earlier in the day that had sent both of you to deep, cool, blue waters.

You had seen so many spectacular things that day; including the fulfillment of a dream of yours, to see and swim with a whale shark. It had been a humbling moment. The size, the majesty had left you feeling small and insignificant. You had wondered over the years, if you’d ever have the chance and, quite suddenly, there it had been; quite literally larger than life. And she had been there, as excited as you, the one person you had wanted to share that dream with. The moment had been made to order. You let out a sigh at the memory.

You went below deck and prepared a simple meal. Brought it and a bottle of her favorite bubbly back up and laid it out on the “Lido” deck for the two of you to enjoy in the late afternoon sun. You talked, recalling the beauty of what you had seen, sharing in the emotions. You watched her face light up, her hands move with their usual animation. Her head tilting to the side now and then as she listened to you share your own thoughts. You smiled inwardly at her little habit of tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. You admired her athletic body that managed to remain sensual and feminine. She really was all woman. Your hand reached out to caress her arm and then wrapped her smaller hand in your own, almost possessive but not quite. It felt right. It always did. You looked down at her perfect long fingers, and couldn’t help bring one up to your lips and suck on it gently.

She sighed, and closed her eyes and relaxed and lay down on her back, taking off the bikini she still had on and enjoying the last rays of sun. You rubbed her feet almost absent mindedly. A nice golden shade had covered her from head to toe, not a tan line in sight to break up the golden expanse of smooth and flawless skin.

You walked away a moment to go below deck and get a cigar; the only thing missing. You grinned, ear to ear, as you walked back towards your love. She is who she is … in the few moments you had left her alone her hands, with their perfectly manicured fingers – even out here (how does she do that?), had made their way to her stomach, slowly gliding down and, with a little moan, slid between her lower lips. She slowly started to masturbate.

You reached for the bubbly, taking in the ‘cherry on top of the whip cream’ of this day. Boat, ocean, sun and most importantly …her. The juices were starting to flow now and you could hear the small tell tale sounds. You took your cigar and leaning into her, kissing her, one hand on her breast the other holding the cigar you slipped it in, soaking it with her scent and moist lubrication. Then, like a king on his floating castle you sat back, lighting the cigar at last and enjoyed the absolute perfection of the moment.

The word “beauty” like “love”, had always proven to be one of the more difficult concepts to define in your adult life. It seemed that the more senses that were satisfied, the more beautiful the subject was. You could look at a photograph of the Alps in winter and call that beautiful, but that was based on visual satisfaction alone. A movement of Beethoven’s Symphony Fantastique was also beautiful with its ability to prompt emotions based solely on the orchestration of sound. A scent could trigger intense memories or longings based purely on waves of tiny particles on the air caressing the inner recess of your nose.

Yet, to see the object of your desire, spread-eagled across the deck, quaking in waves of excitement as she rubbed her clit in upward and downward motions, went beyond the word beautiful to something outside the confines of the English language. She was a perpetual visual orgasm.

Below the now erect and quivering cleavage, every muscle seemed to be tightening and relaxing in concert with the clitoral manipulation. As the area between those beautiful round hips and rapidly moistening pussy went taught with each stroke, her whole body seemed to sharply jerk back and upwards, and even her breathing peaked. You could no longer take this as a spectator sport, you wanted in. Her long slender legs wrapped around you, inside thigh muscles tense, drawing open her cunt lips invitingly and expectantly. You moved her fingers from the clit to carefully start tracing a circle around the open lips.

She reached for your cock, pulling you towards her. You had to fight her off so that you could continue to caress her until juices made a trail on the deck. You cast your eyes on her naked body; feasting at the sight of her trembling in delight as wave upon wave of warmth radiated from her crotch … you could smell her. A delightful blend of her natural perfume and the smell of sex, ocean and your own cigar; you could feel the smooth skin under the palm of your hand, her breathing and occasional moan the sweet sound of appreciation and music to your ears. You leaned in, traced your tongue along her stomach, dipped it in and applied pressure to her navel; you could taste the slight saltiness of her, just like the water around you. You went down and let your lips wrap a moment around her clit – tasting her. This is beauty – the whole experience, every sense was under assault. And all of it yours…. for the taking, right now.

Your bodies reeled together in absolute animalistic and selfish yet mutual passion, her nails biting into your back as you thrust yourself into her tender and moist trap. You lost yourself, your inhibitions; you’re most profound and lifelong sexual fantasies in the throes of her beauty and stole a few passionate moments, so rare and yet so wonderful. You turned her over, but lay her flat, keeping her thighs tight together making the entry into her nearly impossible. But you did. Your love making turned sweet and loving. You whispered in her ear how much you love her, over and over. Your lips kissed the back of her neck, her shoulders, you rocked in her slowly and long. And you saw it, that flush of pink that starts from that exquisite curve in her back. It grew, moving up and you paced yourself. She was close so close. Her body, and the soul within, was your salvation and you knew it; honored it. She screamed in orgasm – loud and uninhibited – the sound traveling far over the open ocean and the now setting sun. This is it, and you came, joining her in her scream. This… this perfect moment… this is life. You collapse utterly at peace.

© Fantasia Lillith and Pillow Talk, 2009. Unauthorized use and/or
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March 22, 2009 - Posted by | erotica, Not the bedroom, Outdoors, romance, Sensual | , , , , , ,


  1. This is a beautiful story. My jaw dropped after I finished reading it. There was something about it that I haven’t gotten from the other stories but I can’t quite put my finger on it. I suppose its more of a sense of love than lust. I just can’t stop saying it…absolutely beautiful.

    Comment by Silia | March 22, 2009 | Reply

    • Thank you Silia what a huge compliment. I would say that this too was a dream I had. But it was so crystal clear it felt more like a vision. I had to at least try and put it into words – but to be honest I don’t think I did it justice.

      Comment by fantasiaspillowtalk | March 25, 2009 | Reply

  2. I was sent here by the love of my life and I’m ecstatic that she wanted me to share this sensual love story with her.
    She’s right, the element of love changes the canvas of the whole experience. When love, lust and sex come together like this, it matters little where you actually are. The essence of Being together itself becomes more cogent and infinitely rare. The colors you splash on are mere cosmetic although you were so lucky and sooo talented to experience and convey this perfect ambiance.
    Keep making love Fantasia, your orgasms are deliciously contagious.

    Comment by Thorn | March 24, 2009 | Reply

    • Thorn, Thank you. You express yourself in such a pleasing manner. I am writing a few new stories – please be patient with me. They are coming … they are …. coming.

      Sometimes the Muse comes from deeper within and thus has a longer journey.

      Comment by fantasiaspillowtalk | March 25, 2009 | Reply

  3. I could taste you, smell you and feel you. Your warm body and the heat from the sun. The end of Montecristo never tasted so good.


    Comment by shangol | March 24, 2009 | Reply

    • Glad the images felt so real. But who says it”s me?

      Comment by fantasiaspillowtalk | March 25, 2009 | Reply

  4. Hi Fantasia,

    Good Lord, now I need a tropical vacation! This was beautifully erotic and so fulfilling! I wanted to stop by and send a shout out of respect. I love your site. Thanks so much for stopping by my place …:)
    By, the way I brought the book, “101 Ways to Great Sex.” After all, my characters have to keep up their repertoire (and so do I!).


    Comment by nettrobbens | April 5, 2009 | Reply

    • I am so glad you got the book! You will have to tell me what you think and I look forward to reading/seeing what you do with it! There is another on sexy dares I just must get!
      Drop in … anytime! I try and keep the stories coming … pun intended!

      Comment by fantasiaspillowtalk | April 7, 2009 | Reply

  5. Plush

    Thus awakening
    in arms womb – Embraced
    Timelessly locked within an amniotic warmth
    Immaculate; I am without condition.
    Therefore suspended I am found weightless
    Except for the delicate influence
    – Of a whisper

    © Charles Coakley Simpson 2008

    Comment by Charles | April 13, 2009 | Reply

    • Charles! That is beautiful!!

      Comment by fantasiaspillowtalk | April 14, 2009 | Reply

  6. Perfectly beautiful I could smell the ocean. Now I’m craving the beach.

    Comment by naramalone | June 29, 2009 | Reply

    • You made me read it again … now I want to go back!

      Comment by Fantasia | June 29, 2009 | Reply

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