One tale a night.

One tale a night.

The stars shimmered in the distant sky, akin to grains of sand beneath my feet, sparkling in the darkened embrace of the night. The moon cast its silver glow over the gently lapping waves, creating a rhythmic melody in the tranquil surroundings.

I checked my watch, my wrist jerked in front of my eyes, and the glowing digits revealed her lateness—exactly five minutes. I had been patiently waiting for her on the riverbank, near her house.

Around 9 am, I decided to send her a text. "Hey babe, what's up?" I inquired.

"Nothing, catching up on a live concert," her reply arrived after a brief two minutes.

"I'm missing you."

"I miss you too."

"Let's meet!"

"Right now?"

"Yes!"

"But where?"

"How about a midnight swimming."

Her proposition sparked a mix of excitement and trepidation. Midnight swimming, a daring adventure under the moonlit sky, seemed like the perfect escape. I swiftly replied, "Sounds intriguing. Meet me by the river, near your place."

A few minutes later, I spotted her approaching, her silhouette merging with the shadows cast by the moon. As she drew nearer, the soft glow of the moon illuminated her face, revealing a mischievous yet exhilarated smile. The night held the promise of an unforgettable adventure, a tale to add to the collection of our shared stories.

"Amm..."

"Say yes!"

"Lemme think."

"Ok, take two minutes to think, but your answer should be yes."

"Are you planning to come over my place?"

"You got it my girl."

"No!"

"Why not?"

"If we were being caught?"

"You will not. Trust me!"

"Ok, times up! I'll wait for you at the bank of river."

"Amm.."

I reached there on exact 11:30pm. I had been waiting for her for the past 5 minutes, yet there's no sign of her. My heart began losing hope.

"Will she not come?"

"Has she changed her mind?"

A waves of questions surrounded myself as I stood at the shore, my heart drowns with the waves and I started suffocating for air, for her.

As a cool refreshing breeze of the night stroke by hair I yearned to grabbed her in my arms and lick her every inch. Images of her swirled around my head, my hands entangled in her hair as she grabbed my hips, mouth on mouth, I suffocated her to death. I felt her soul evaporating through her body leaving it lifeless in my hands just like the leave shed from the tree and laid in my arms, before I blew life inside her again.

My body was growing inpatient as I began losing all my nerves.

Where are you?

Standing at the shore,

I chanted her name

like a man on the edge of losing his life

See the angel of death proceeding towards him

And he calls for God to save him for this pain.

An excruciating pain ran through my body commencing from my lower abdominal to all the way up to my heart and pierced down every inch of me.

I desired to scream as louder as I could.

Only at the moment I saw the angel of life walking in my direction. So breathtakingly gorgeous, brewing like a hot mug of coffee whose wisps were blown off by the cool breeze of winter nights.

"Sorry so-rr-y, for being late." She spoke reaching me.

I didn't know when my lips parted and curled up in a smile. She made my soul levitate over the flowing water.

My gaze traded down from her head to toe.

She was dressed in a pink swim suit. she rubbed her hands on her arms as the cool breeze hit us. I unbuttoned ny shirt, take it off and swirled it around her body wrapping her in it.

"Thanks." She smiled.

With that simple smile she took my heart away from within my chest. In a instant I became heartless. As I jerked her from her waist into me. Our lowers collided.

"Ouch" she blew out as I twisted her around her and locked her both hands at her back within my fist.

She tilted her head up, the silver glimmering filtering through the leaves of the tree glittered on her bosom as looked down on her.

"You're hurting me." She mumbled.

"I just can't." I whispered on her lips.

Splitting them open with my succulent tongue I sucked on them in a go. The moment I glided it inside her mouth she curled hers with mine.

The galaxies boomed in our respective guarded allies, I trailed my hand over her bosom uncovered even by my shirt and swirled it all around her waist.

Grasping my arm around her delicate figure, I pulled her body up and hanged it on my shoulder.

"Let's swim." I uttered as I took her towards the river.

The water was cold as I walked over it, carefully, I landed her body on the water as she removed the shirt which I wrapped around her body earlier and flipped it in the air over the dry land.

She clasped my hand in her and dragged me forward behind her.

Our bodies was full drowned in the cold water as she swimmed back to me and curled her arms around my neck.

Down in the water she strangled her legs and locked them around my waist.

"Let's make the water hot with our passion." She whispered.

"Sure." I smirked.

As I sniffed her wet neck the pearls from her hair dripped on my shoulders.

I pushed her back and moved down to lick the curves of her bosom.

She grabbed on my hair and pulled my head back and slowly slide her lips over mine before biting on my lower lip.

Our breath mixed before our tongues. She glided her hands down on my body and moved them in circular motion all over the places, before thrusting in to my jeans as she unzipped my pants she slid them off.

I felt her fingers playing her romantic tunes on my instrument, as I curled my arm around my waist and we both swayed in the heated moments of passion amidst the freezing cold water.

"Don't stop tonight." She muttered.

"I will surely not."

I thrusted my head down on her shoulder and bite in between the bosom and beauty bone as she squeezed my cock harder.

I moaned under the moon shining above us as she synchronous moved the pads of her fingers over my rod.

The night was illuminating with the full moon as she both sparkled in the heated moments. I was about to roared like a wolf when she snapped her hand on her rod and clasped her hands around it.

But she knew the art of silencing the groans of a wolf with the witchcraft as she sucked on my mouth. The wind pierced through our wet hair as our bodies was entan in their own possessions.

The lava seeped through our guarded allies and mixed with the water running wild underneath us.

I level up my head and grasped a good amount of air in my lungs to be able survive without air for sometime.

I dived deep into the water and parted her legs with my head. Positioning myself in between her thighs under the water, I controlled my breath for a pretty good time.

My orbs were stuck on her pink panties, wet completely. As I synchronously pressed my tips on her covered vagina.

Her hands reached down to me and fisted on my hair as I pulled the straps of her panties and untied them.

The curtains fell apart from the the mouth of the treasure as the pearl of her vagina shone under water like pearls.

I ran my fingers over the slightly parted lips of her vulva and pressed it gently.

Honey dripped from her core as she pulled hard on my hair. Tracing my fingers over her cervix I glided my index finger inside her.

She moaned like a witch on broom, as I sniffed on her vagina while my finger was inside her.

I pulled it out of her and then bite gently on her vaginal lips gently.

Her grip on my hair tightened as I my teeth moved down.

I placed my tongue on her bottom as her honey sluiced on it. The most sweetest yet delicious product I had ever tasted.

Slowly, I moved my head up and sniffing and licking her lower abdominal and then up, her belly, then up on her stomach as I licked her every inch on my way up and reached my destination.

I cupped my hand around ber boobs and squeezed them slight as a milky product released from it, I circled my tongue around it and licked it all.

Teasing her nipples with my tongue, I clasped her body in my arms and bite hard on her nipples.

She moaned like a banshee as I put my hand on her mouth and concealed her moans.

I pulled myself out of the water and grasped fresh air in my stomach. The cool air trickled down my throat. She hugged me tight in her arms and whispered over my shoulders.

"I love you, Arthur."

Yet she believes that

"Love is an uncertain thing."

How should I prove it to her that not all love is uncertain.