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From: Souvie <souvieNOSPAM@mindspring.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} "Riptides" (M/F)
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Date: Wed, 11 Aug 2004 04:10:04 -0400
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Author: Souvie
Title: Riptides
Part: 1 of 1
Summary: Death is never easy.

Feedback is greatly appreciated. souvie at mindspring dot com

This is a work that's been sitting on my computer since July of 2003.
I finally decided that I didn't want to do anything more with it, and
I guess it's okay to stand on its own. Does this mean I'm back in the
swing of writing? No. Not by a long shot. Just trying to clear space
on my computer.
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"Riptides"
by Souvie
copyright August 2004





I sometimes stare at the ocean for so long that I become a part of
it. Until every other sound fades away, and my whole world is reduced
to the pounding of the waves on the rocks. The smell of the salty air
becomes so strong I fear I'll smother. I can feel my body transform:
my legs and feet become columns of sand, my breasts are pink-tipped
conch shells, my lips a coral grotto, my eyes pearls, my hair floating
along the surface like seaweed. I could stare at the ocean forever. On
the surface it never seems to change, but underneath . . . underneath
it never stays the same.


* * *

He found the note inside the hollow of the old apple tree. It had been
their secret place; silent witness to the first time they'd made love.
He read the note, a hitch in his throat. He breathed deeply, trying to
find his equilibrium, but the ocean stretched out in the distance,
silent waves lapping against the oblivious shore. It was more than a
reminder of her soft gasps of pleasure as he'd flicked his tongue
against her clit; nails digging into his hips as she urged him to slow
down; the feel of her smooth, bare legs wrapped around his waist,
viselike as she moaned with release; his head cradled between her
breasts, listening to her heartbeat as the sun dipped in the sky and
apple blossoms drifted over them in a blanket of white.

He wiped his eyes, clutched the note to his chest, and walked back
toward the house. Behind him, the tree swayed silently in the breeze.

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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