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and follow the links there to download the app. Thank you for listening, and thank you for staying with me. So for now, just lay back and enjoy tonight's story. The gentle crash of the waves woke Tests again, like so many mornings before, She never wanted to spend a night away from Finn. From the moment they first spoke. She couldn't imagine him not being in her life. Since he went away, she really had eight to be with
him all over again. Not wanting to leave this place her memory of him, Tess refused to open her eyes. Yet the moment she did, she knew reality would flood back in and she would have to face his lonely life all over again. The heckling of sea gulls bombarded her senses, their pained wails shattering the memory she was immersed in, the glow of the sun, burned at her eyelids, punishing her for wanting to be here for a little
bit longer. Eventually, she had no choice but to open her eyes and suffer the assault of reality once again, to leave this place that she could not bear, to be away from the all too familiar caress of velvet seaweed drifted down her legs, the final embrace of the sea, releasing her once again back into the normal world. The tide receded slowly and drifted back to life, back to this painful reality, a reality she no longer wanted part of. For the first couple of months after she lost Finn,
she tried to carry on. She really did. She held down a job, kept doing normal stuff. But something was always missing, something much bigger than just Finn. They always spoke about the connection that they shared, something truly unique that just kept pulling them together wherever they were. Tess never felt that more than the days, weeks, and months that followed that fateful night when the boat went down. There was only one survivor, a young deckhead who had
completely lost his mind. She wanted to know what had happened, but the poor lad could only keep on about monsters in his broken ear. English days after the inquest, he headed as far inland as he could. Apparently, he took a job as a mechanic, as far away from the sea as he would possibly manage. Even though the last tendrils of the night had fallen away, Tess could still fill the connection. Some days. It was so strong and
it squeezed at her heart, but the truth remained. The closest she was to the sea, the stronger she felt it, the more it consumed her, just as she had been consumed by Finn, so much so that she quit her job in the city two months after that night, begged and borrowed enough money to buy a coastal cafe so she could be close to the sea every day, all
day she needed it. The journey back up the beach was always slower, The sand dragged at her feet, and she had to fight the urge to return, to go back to that spot and wait for the sea to take her. God, she prayed for that moment and then this wretched existence, maybe one day, but not today. Reaching the foot of the cliffs at the end of the cove was always the most difficult part. It always felt
like she was leaving Finn behind. Every single step burned through her heart as she walked up the path, the most difficult steps she ever had to take. Reaching the top, test stopped and took a deep breath, as she did every morning, stealing herself to face another day. She turned to look out to see one last time, determined not to cry again. Somewhere in the distance, the clouds announced as storm was brewing, and just for a moment, she wondered if Finn was aware of the storm before it hit.
Of course he was. He'd been at sea all his life. It was in his blood. She just prayed it was quick and painless when the last moment of Finn's brief life faded away. Clearing her thoughts with a shake of her head, she turned and faced the cafe she had bought four years ago. Over the door, the remains of the ship's nameboard stood proud real lyon still had a certain ring to it and always had people asking what it meant. And then she could recount stories about her,
Finn and the sea. Every story seemed to keep him alive that little longer. Without even giving it a thought, she added coffee beans to the machine, relaxing a little as its familiar sounds and intense aroma filled the caffe test. Breathing returned to normal for the first time since the beach. As the machine gurgled and fizzed with the promise of caffeine, she turned to the pitcher window, facing the nemesis of
the sea. From her safe haven. She briefly wondered how many minutes of the day she spent looking out to the distant horizon, willing his ship to appear, every time, to be met only by frustration. The first coffee of the day always sank very quickly. It wasn't at all about the flavor, It was only about the caffeine she needed to get through another day. She never actually tasted the coffee until the third cop a sure sign it was time to breathe the shower. The shower itself held
no fears for her. It was the journey to the shower that held so much pain, taking her past the bed that went unused, the bed they should have shared, the bed he should be laying in right now. Although Finn never actually lived here, his presence weighed heavy in every room, particularly the bedroom. There were times when she'd just catch something out of the corner of her eye, a glimpse of shadow, as she would swear he was there.
This was their dream. They'd spoken about it so often, even made plans, but there was always a reason to delay, Wait until to morrow, until there weren't any to Morrow's left. Dragging her feet step by the laborious step up the wooden staircase. She passed the bedroom, barely opening her eyes enough to see the bed that tormented her, and walked into the bathroom. A roll top bath dominated the space.
Like most of the furniture here, it had already been in place when she bought the building, and she suspected had been here as long as the building itself. It was certainly too heavy to consider moving without an army of men to help her. Fingers caressed its curves mindlessly during bad storms. It had been her sanctuary, her haven, a safe place in the ravages of the tempest that kept her near water, embraced in his arms again, however tenuous that might be. Draping her clothes over the old
wooden chair groaned under its light burden. She eased herself into the warm water of the shower. That contact with water again with fin. Lightning flashed in the distance somewhere outside, bringing shadows to life in the shower. The boom of thunder echoed Finn's voice, resonating deep inside her mind her body. The weight of the shadows pressed against her back, forcing her against the wall of the shower. The first drops of rain hissed at the window, speaking his words as
the shadows cocooned her body. Mine was there in her mind, not spoken, just felt, felt with a passion that longed to be taken, a passion that reminded her of another shower, another place, another, the avalanche of water moving between their bodies, accentuating the sensations that vibrated between them. Shadows interlaced her fingers as she gripped at the wall, holding them tightly as she could fill fins. Orrect cock pressing against her
ass cheeks. The heat of his kneed fueled her own desire as she parted her legs, wishing to fill him inside her once again. The caress of water mirrored his lips, warm were sensations moving up and down her back as her hand. His hand slipped between her thighs, teasing at the warm entrance to her sex, Parting her lips, the heat of the tip of his cock teased inside her, stretching her gently, before thrusting, with desperate passion deep inside her.
Another crack of thunder, his moans against her ears. The heat of his breath, full of longing and desire, pummeled her kneed. Shadows danced over her breasts, grasping them almost to the point of pain, rolling her already erect nipples into tight peaks, pulling them exciting her further. Pressing back, she wheeled him deeper to fill her completely. Her hand finding her own clip, she rubbed it furiously as the shadows grasped her ass cheeks, parting them, a firm sensation
pressing inside her rosette. Their combined moments of pleasure punctuated by flashes of lightning. As her core clutched desperately along every inch of his length. Needing the satisfaction only he could give, she begged please to fill his come insider once again. Her thighs tensed as a spiral of pleasure spread through her body, willing her to submit to this darkest of desires. The sharpness of his teeth against her neck,
firing electricity through a whole body. Thrust after thrust pushed her hard against the shower wool pounding deep inside her, pressing her breast roughly against the wet tiles. Powerless to deny this passion any longer, her orgasm spread through every cell in her body, grasping her sanity and clouding her senses. Another clap of thunder as they shared their pleasure, the heat of his satisfaction burning deep inside her, her climax exploding like a furnace of desire. Her body trembled as
shocks of aftaglow invaded her senses, shuddering with pleasure. The shower hid her tears. Pained by the sudden feeling of emptiness, she realized Finn wasn't there. After the longest moment, Tess washed her body down, trying to desperately ignore the waves of sensations assaulting her. Still here, somehow, the rain hissed on the window, reminding her of mine. Sliding out the shower,
tescon slowly dressed. She was in no mood now to open the coffee for the usual suspects, sheltering from the rain, Nurturing their drinks like a long lost baby, tried to make them last for hours. This emptiness Finn had left her with grasped at her heart once more, reminding her of all the words that had been left unsaid. But opened the cafe she did, as she did every morning, the reindeer of people in through the doors, a shelter from the impending storm. As full as the cafe was,
trade was actually slow. Twenty five cups of coffee that lasted until midday. She surveyed this maddening crowd, absorbed in their own worlds of mindless discussion, sat in this room, this room as should be owned by Finn, but she was happy to be left in her private sanctuary. As they talked in their insolent little circles, she gazed out of the windows at the incoming storm, those dark clouds that danced across the sea, raged with so much anger,
so much passion. Forks of lightning danced a vicious tangle across the sea. Raindrops ouched their messages across the window panes, each one marking the glass as their own, reminding her, each one slowly drifting down. As she watched the latest raindrop make its way slowly down the glass, looking at it, through it and beyond the beach. Lost in the hypnotically slow movement of the water, her eyes tried to make sense of the shoreline veiled in the darkness of the storm.
The beach was gray and dark as a tomb. But there in the wash of the tide, there was a shape, barely recognizable through the dark and the rain. A formless shape just lay there, curled up like an abandoned child, rejected by the sea, shrouded in shadows and the wash of the incoming tide. His edges faded with the beach. Briefly, the clouds parted and the sun lit the shape with
flickers of a raise. A bright torrent sparkled in the rain, a color taking her back to the jacket the Finn had worn that morning he left for his last journey. The shape, the color so familiar, edged on her mind. Tess was out of the door before the cup she had been holding hit the floor. Throwing herself at the steps to the beach, She stumbled several times as she fulled, the driving rain, stinging her face. He had to be at their spot as well, that very place they at
first consummated their relationship. Hope and anticipation walled in her body. Test screamed Finn's name as she ran along the beach, her voice rising over the storm. Wanting him to be alive. Please, God, let him be alive, she prayed repeatedly, no rational thought, no holding back. She had to get to him, she had she had to save him. Well, I hope you enjoyed that part of the story. Next week another part, Yes, what will test do now and what is the shape
lying on the beach? Well, you are going to have to tune in next week just to find out. So until next week when we can get wild in bed all over again. This is devil and mild and always with your pleasure in mind, wishing you salacious dreams until next time. As you have enjoyed tonight's story, take one moment right now and download the Central Awakenings app to ensure your ongoing pleasure free from the risk of censorship by the Puritan view. You can find the links in
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