Erect. Alert. I wait for hours in the darkness. The door unlocked. Exposed. Restrained. A willing victim. I am an empty vessel. I long for your presence. Your sex. Your passion. Your life force. To fill the void. My discomfort. Your pleasure. My only desire to please you. My consent is irrelevant. You don’t need my permission to take what is already yours. I need to be needed. To be wanted. If just for a second. Giving myself to you completely. To feel your release is to be released, to know the joy of death. To know that I am alive.
We lay naked on the rocks, among beautiful men, muscled, tanned, pulsating, exchanging lustful glances and friendly hands. The wind caressed our bodies, as did the slow waves, ebbing and flowing:you are wonderful underwater! And as you wished to become one with them, I wanted to disappear with you, at the bottom of the sea.
No more air, only water.Like mermen spotted on the sea, but never seen again.