SUICIDE

-by Shawna

The voice was calling her to the water. How could she resist? The storm's
sweetest kisses onto her bare skin. The sand engulfed her feet, as if to
stay her in the safety of distance. But, lust took over. Remembering how
she resisted the position before gave her the strength to unleash her own
deep, hidden sensuality. It was her turn to become the woman only ecstasy
could make her. With one tugging motion of her hand her naked femininity was
exposed. Her nightdress flew away in the wind like a dove looking for the
heights of stars in the night sky. The voice called her deeply now. The
yearning in its tone was unmistakable. She was needed. She felt the arms
of the ocean caressing her breasts as she moved toward the voice. The
kisses were growing more intense and her lips were soaked with the
moisture of hunger. Her body ached to provide satisfaction. She inched
forward...
The kisses were at her ankles. She inched forward...
She felt the firm grip around her waist and her legs floated apart. The
kisses entranced her. She inched forward...
She knew any second that she would be entered and all that she yearned for
would be inside of her.
And when it happened...
Ah, the pleasure!
Deeper and deeper...
The ecstasy causing her to thrash about in the sea's grip until....
She was out of breath!