5/28/2023 0 Comments Blank Canvas by Mere Joyce![]() ![]() With me she lingered in her own skin, her hands in mine, our lips caressing necks, shoulders, and breasts. Those motions belonged to her royal self, not the one we shared. None of her rapid, curt movements existed in our meetings. Our tails would slowly change from beautiful fins to strong, elegant legs.ĭiana moved slowly with me. We would find a beach free of humans and lie together, kissing and touching in the sand as our bodies transitioned from mer to human. I held a mystery that no one else knew or shared. Then they slowly turned smooth moments before my ankles separated and my toes lost their webbing. I watched my scales turn from their bright, inky blue to a honey color as they bleached before my eyes. I sat there in the cool, late-summer air, feeling the briskness of the sea breeze and a slight sting of the spray against my newly formed legs.ĭeveloping legs was always a sensuous experience to me. Familiar with the area from years of fishing there, I knew Southern Point and slid myself onto the rocks. ![]() I swam south, feeling the water warm slightly as I approached the Massachusetts coast. I made my choice quickly and left in the middle of the night. ![]()
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