Waves of Pleasure - click to go to the order page
Yes, I am continuing to change my usual theme postings in favor of giving you a taste of my newest release WAVES OF PLEASURE.
Today you’ll meet Lyria, my mermaid heroine, as she steps onto the beach on the Jersey Shore. Enjoy and have a great week!
Lyria found it quite fun to watch him walk naked out of the water. He had the most marvelous ass, which she hadn’t had a chance to see years ago. It had been a lovely surprise to see him swimming and even better when she discovered he wore no clothes. Although she’d visited this beach yearly, she hadn’t noticed him in a long time and was thrilled to see he had returned. Since she last saw the life-saving man, he’d changed a little, but was still as marvelously sexy as ever. She couldn’t resist making contact with him—he was simply too tempting—and Lyria preferred to give in to her temptations whenever possible rather than waste energy trying to resist them. There were so many things she needed to take seriously, so she took her fun wherever she could. He was definitely fun.
First she trailed her long hair over his legs. She needed to dart away quickly because he changed his position so fast. She’d been so caught up in his body she’d forgotten he wouldn’t be expecting her touch. When he began to float again, the moonlight on his skin begged for her fingers, and again she reached for him, this time with her hand. His skin was warm, even after having been in the water for a while. She only needed to slip away a few feet when he searched for what had caused the feeling.
She was sorry to see that shortly after her interaction, he decided to go back to the land, but she was delighted to know he was here again. She took it as a sign from Melusine that this is where she should be to hide the Stone of Fate from Fiero, the Sea Dragon. It would definitely make her stay among the humans more pleasurable to have a familiar face—and body—to enjoy.
She discovered this place when she was young, drawn by the laughter which traveled beneath the water and the energy of the people who played here. Although she never had any desire to walk among humans, as some of her kin did, she liked the atmosphere of this place. Even when the air chilled and the numbers of people dwindled, she occasionally peeked in on this piece of Earth to see and feel what was happening. Over time, she noticed businesses open and close, saw lovers meet and break up, and watched as the sea reclaimed pieces while the arrogance of humans tried to push her back.
Because of her responsibilities and ongoing concerns about the Sea Dragon, it had been more than two seasons since she last visited. When she fled their most recent battle, it was clear she needed a secure hiding place for herself and the Stone, away from other merfolk. An image of the wooden lane and the lights as they reflected in the water at night came to mind. She set out immediately.
Diving under the water, Lyria fetched her scaled bag which held a few necessities for her time on land. Mostly clothes and a pair of shoes—which she hated—so she’d be able blend in with the humans. She swam to land and, as she got closer, shifted from fins to legs, an ability all mercreatures had although there were some who rarely used it. She gasped during the change as a pain lanced through her, a nasty reminder of the injury given to her by the Sea Dragon earlier in the day. The shift had ripped at the skin and the wound was bleeding again, with the added discomfort from the salt water.
She walked onto the beach, enjoying the sand beneath her feet. It took hours to swim there and she was tired and ready for sleep. Calling on her magic, she dried herself, slipped into the clothes, and walked out toward the businesses and nearby homes. She knew enough about humans from stories to know there was nothing she’d be able to accomplish at this late time in their day. Tomorrow would be soon enough to join the crowds, and no one would guess a mermaid was walking among them.
For tonight she reached out with her senses, another gift merfolk used, since they needed to be able to communicate through the density of water, and found an unoccupied home where she could spend the night. Taking out a hair comb, she undid the simple lock and let herself in. She uncovered a couch in the central room, folded up the covering as a pillow, and lay down. Placing her hand on her injury, she covered it with scales, hoping the healing would be further along by morning. She was still close enough to the ocean to hear the waves, to feel its pull on her heart. As she closed her eyes, she sent a small prayer of thanks to the Goddess for getting her here safely and for the continued safety of her family.