Lure of the Siren
Staccato? Vibrato? There must be another word I can use for my Erato poem, Erato, the muse of love poetry, damn her name, she makes it quite difficult for us mere mortals. I have binned ‘Castrato’ nothing very loving about having your balls cut off for the sake of maintaining a soprano. Time to take a break from me and my little pink book, my fingers still a little chilly, welcome the warmth of a tin cup as I take a drink in an effort to revive my creative senses. I still curse the alarm call this morning although the ringing has long since fled from my ears. The Head was still cold when I arrived this morning, I knew I would be early, but I wanted a bit of solitude to gather my thoughts and to enjoy the view from the cliff top. Well, solitude works as no bugger is up here but the view? ‘’engistbury ‘ead : nil point‘ I murmured to myself in an outrageous French accent a la Eurovision as it is so blimin’ misty!
Still, the mist should clear as the tide recedes but there definitely something magical if a little eerie when one gazes through the mist out to the horizon, wondering what lays ahead. We all knew, or perhaps thought we knew that the mist rolled along with the morning tide in a romantic, almost symbiotic relationship with the sea. Then the teachers at school would ruin it all by telling us about the warmer sea coming into contact with the colder land thus producing water droplets. I prefer the romantic notion myself.
I glance down at my phone to check the time; I am supposed to have a meet up with a lady along the cliff top and pass her my gift of a love tape. The love tape is a collection of songs I have recorded to a CD, it took me a while to put together. The CD starts with the posturing songs from both sides where each try to win the other’s attentions, then there is the ‘music to have sex to’ songs then there is the chill out and have a cigarette collection of songs which I intentionally left open ended just in case Ruby fancied a volume 2.
Neither of us know each other’s addresses or real names, she is known to me as Erato. Erato is not her real name, nor even her chat name, we joked about muses and because I write poems about her, she calls herself my muse. We agreed to pass like ships in the night and continue walking on towards our destinations, at least we know how the other looks. The time was rapidly approaching for our little rendezvous and I was getting a little nervous to say the least, at least we won’t have to worry about small talk or anything like that. The mist was still with us as I started along the path to the Head.
My mind was racing, all the usual thoughts of what if she does not recognise me or if she does, what if she does not like me, or what if she does not show at all were slamming around in my head. Still no one on the path this morning I thought to myself, oh well, I will just walk on anyway as the mist finally appeared to be lifting. Then in the distance I could make out a figure approaching me, I had no idea if this was my muse approaching me as her head was concealed. But as the figure drew closer, I could see red hair escaping from the hood of her cloak and my heart skipped a beat.
Now only metres apart she pulled back the hood and shook her head to let her flame red hair cascade down on to her shoulders, as I reached in my pocket for the CD she giggled and said “Thank God that you!” I quizzed a look and with a beaming smile she continued with “I revealed myself to two others on the path just now, each time the man looked very surprised!” I said, “Gosh, I wonder what they were thinking as a red haired beauty pretty much made a pass at them” I was actually in awe of her true beauty and quite surprised that I managed to put a sentence together that made any sense. We were not meant to talk, ships that pass do not communicate and we both agreed to that. So, we exchanged smiles again and once more my muse giggled and said “Well?” I was momentarily confused then the penny dropped, and I handed over the CD with an apologetic “Sorry” attached.
We stood apart for a few moments and I was ready to continue on as arranged when my muse said with a cheeky smile “I’ve brought something too” and reached into her pocket and produced a Walkman. “ I want to listen to it right now” I was taken aback slightly and now a little nervous as I had envisaged her listening to it while I was in the safety of my own home and away from her reaction as she did not know what the songs were. “Walk with me” said my muse as she placed the CD in the Walkman and pressed play. She turned around and headed back to the coast path that led to the beach. The sun was out now, and the mist had all but dissipated as we made it to the top of the path.
The tide ebbed and revealed the sandy beach below as we walked in silence downwards to the sea, as we reached the shoreline the muse carried on towards to edge of the cliffs. “Your ‘Cave of the Storm Nymphs’ is just over there” laughed Erato as she pointed to the end of the head. The English Channel is a far cry from the Mediterranean where Odysseus’s ship was dashed upon the rocks but who cares, I certainly didn’t. It was quite a walk and the sun now out in full, but I didn’t mind. We made it to the storm nymphs cave and found the floor of cave to be covered in soft sand and interlaced with rock pools. The rocks had a smooth, almost, satiny finish to them from. “See” said Erato, “the waves have prepared a suitable resting place for the nymphs in between them luring their prey”
I had given any thought that she had been listening to the CD all this time until she turned around to me and removed the headphones. The next movement was her loosening the bow of her overcloak and letting it drop to the sand revealing her perfect body clad only in a bikini. “Lets swim” was all she said and walked off to a rock pool, of course I followed. I cursed myself for not even considering such an event, luckily my boxers were quite small so I hoped they would stay on in the water. In she strolled, I was transfixed by her backside as she walked deeper into the pool. She never looked back, just became one with the pool as if that was from where she came, so natural was she with water. I entered the pool and was shocked by just how cold it was, but it did not bother me as I was distracted from the cold by this vision in front of me.
The muse had become a nymph, a siren who had lured me into her cave she was no longer Erato.
Her eyes beckoned me to her as I approached, she handed me first her bikini top with a smile and then her bikini bottom with a giggle. “Oops” she said. Then looked down to my boxers, “Christ” I thought “The water is freezing, what will she think!” Of course, I had to remove them and say oops back. I pulled her towards me, her hard nipples against my chest as our bodies made contact for the first time. Her skin felt soft as she allowed her body to be explored further, I was about to say something when she put a finger across my lips and just shook her head. She took my hands away from her backside and left the rock pool, again not looking back, again I followed, again transfixed.
The overcloak was already laid out on the sand, as she placed herself face down upon it, I laid myself down opposite her. “Good” she said and took out the headphones and placed a speaker in each of our ears and pressed play. We started to act out the scenes set by each song, the opening song was ‘20th Century Fox’ by the Doors, she allowed me to study every inch of her body, I knew not to touch any part of this fashionably lean figure in front of me. ‘Obsession’ was the next song, and in truth I was obsessed with this beautiful woman that was laid in front of me for the taking.
What was my next move to be, we both have our kinks, the things that drive our passions, both different and we each know that “Good God” I thought as that Whitesnake song came on, “are you women enough to take a man like me? “We both smiled at each other as those lyrics came on. “Yes” she said “satisfaction guaranteed” as her hand slid down to my cock which thankfully had recovered from the cold water. That was the signal. Our lips met and the salt taste was wonderful, I said that our first kiss reminded me of the best margarita I could ever have, she frowned and said she should have given me a blow job or let me facefuck her to start with so that the salty taste of our first kiss could remind me of something else.
I shouldn’t have been shocked by what she said, I was aware of her dungeon fetish and the way she obeyed her master. The dom/sub scenario has always interested me in the way it is portrayed without actually being involved directly in that scene. All I wanted to do was to hold and caress this beautiful person in front of me, my poems for her are full of romanticisms and far away thoughts. A far cry from what thoughts were going through my mind when actually face to face with this most fuckable creature in front of me. “Fuck me like a Hurricane” she said as the Roxy Music song finished, we had got to the ‘songs to fuck to’ section of the CD. Without speaking we both got up, we had been exploring each other’s body all through the songs, I was rock hard and she was so wet as my fingers had been sliding in and out of her pussy and teasing her arse.
She placed both hands on the rocks and offered herself to me, I knelt down beneath her and placed my lips against her pussy lips and indulged myself in all that was on offer, our headphones still in place, my hands on her tits and pulling down on her nipples as my tongue explored deeper. Once I was satisfied, I look her hands away from the rock, turned her around and pushed her down so that she was kneeling in front of me. “About that facefuck you mentioned earlier” I said as I pushed my cock into her mouth, I laughed as I said “Like a Hurricane” I held her head in my hands as I thrust my cock deeper into her throat, her hands grabbing my arse and playing with my balls. I didn’t want to cum just jet so I pulled out and took this siren to a rock pool so that she could see the reflection of her face all covered in her own spit, her make up already running all down her face from being in the water.
Her fine looking arse was high up waiting to be attended to, “the things I could do to that” I said out loud I was about to indulge myself even more when the song changed and went from fucking to ‘let’s have a cigarette and hold each other post coital’ She said “Damn, you should have had more fucking songs and less of the cuddle up afterwards stuff” as my cock was slapping against her backside. Was the moment lost I was thinking to myself, trust me for being a romantic. We were laying side by side stroking one another and suggesting a volume 2 CD with a lot more fucking songs when I noticed water coming into the cave. “Oh no! “I said, the tide is coming back in, we will be cut off, quick, we need to get to the beach otherwise we will be stuck here.” “Really?” said my siren, “high tide will cut us off for about 5 hours” The smile came back to her face and with a quite filthy giggle she put the headphones back in our ears and pressed play once more.
Still, the mist should clear as the tide recedes but there definitely something magical if a little eerie when one gazes through the mist out to the horizon, wondering what lays ahead. We all knew, or perhaps thought we knew that the mist rolled along with the morning tide in a romantic, almost symbiotic relationship with the sea. Then the teachers at school would ruin it all by telling us about the warmer sea coming into contact with the colder land thus producing water droplets. I prefer the romantic notion myself.
I glance down at my phone to check the time; I am supposed to have a meet up with a lady along the cliff top and pass her my gift of a love tape. The love tape is a collection of songs I have recorded to a CD, it took me a while to put together. The CD starts with the posturing songs from both sides where each try to win the other’s attentions, then there is the ‘music to have sex to’ songs then there is the chill out and have a cigarette collection of songs which I intentionally left open ended just in case Ruby fancied a volume 2.
Neither of us know each other’s addresses or real names, she is known to me as Erato. Erato is not her real name, nor even her chat name, we joked about muses and because I write poems about her, she calls herself my muse. We agreed to pass like ships in the night and continue walking on towards our destinations, at least we know how the other looks. The time was rapidly approaching for our little rendezvous and I was getting a little nervous to say the least, at least we won’t have to worry about small talk or anything like that. The mist was still with us as I started along the path to the Head.
My mind was racing, all the usual thoughts of what if she does not recognise me or if she does, what if she does not like me, or what if she does not show at all were slamming around in my head. Still no one on the path this morning I thought to myself, oh well, I will just walk on anyway as the mist finally appeared to be lifting. Then in the distance I could make out a figure approaching me, I had no idea if this was my muse approaching me as her head was concealed. But as the figure drew closer, I could see red hair escaping from the hood of her cloak and my heart skipped a beat.
Now only metres apart she pulled back the hood and shook her head to let her flame red hair cascade down on to her shoulders, as I reached in my pocket for the CD she giggled and said “Thank God that you!” I quizzed a look and with a beaming smile she continued with “I revealed myself to two others on the path just now, each time the man looked very surprised!” I said, “Gosh, I wonder what they were thinking as a red haired beauty pretty much made a pass at them” I was actually in awe of her true beauty and quite surprised that I managed to put a sentence together that made any sense. We were not meant to talk, ships that pass do not communicate and we both agreed to that. So, we exchanged smiles again and once more my muse giggled and said “Well?” I was momentarily confused then the penny dropped, and I handed over the CD with an apologetic “Sorry” attached.
We stood apart for a few moments and I was ready to continue on as arranged when my muse said with a cheeky smile “I’ve brought something too” and reached into her pocket and produced a Walkman. “ I want to listen to it right now” I was taken aback slightly and now a little nervous as I had envisaged her listening to it while I was in the safety of my own home and away from her reaction as she did not know what the songs were. “Walk with me” said my muse as she placed the CD in the Walkman and pressed play. She turned around and headed back to the coast path that led to the beach. The sun was out now, and the mist had all but dissipated as we made it to the top of the path.
The tide ebbed and revealed the sandy beach below as we walked in silence downwards to the sea, as we reached the shoreline the muse carried on towards to edge of the cliffs. “Your ‘Cave of the Storm Nymphs’ is just over there” laughed Erato as she pointed to the end of the head. The English Channel is a far cry from the Mediterranean where Odysseus’s ship was dashed upon the rocks but who cares, I certainly didn’t. It was quite a walk and the sun now out in full, but I didn’t mind. We made it to the storm nymphs cave and found the floor of cave to be covered in soft sand and interlaced with rock pools. The rocks had a smooth, almost, satiny finish to them from. “See” said Erato, “the waves have prepared a suitable resting place for the nymphs in between them luring their prey”
I had given any thought that she had been listening to the CD all this time until she turned around to me and removed the headphones. The next movement was her loosening the bow of her overcloak and letting it drop to the sand revealing her perfect body clad only in a bikini. “Lets swim” was all she said and walked off to a rock pool, of course I followed. I cursed myself for not even considering such an event, luckily my boxers were quite small so I hoped they would stay on in the water. In she strolled, I was transfixed by her backside as she walked deeper into the pool. She never looked back, just became one with the pool as if that was from where she came, so natural was she with water. I entered the pool and was shocked by just how cold it was, but it did not bother me as I was distracted from the cold by this vision in front of me.
The muse had become a nymph, a siren who had lured me into her cave she was no longer Erato.
Her eyes beckoned me to her as I approached, she handed me first her bikini top with a smile and then her bikini bottom with a giggle. “Oops” she said. Then looked down to my boxers, “Christ” I thought “The water is freezing, what will she think!” Of course, I had to remove them and say oops back. I pulled her towards me, her hard nipples against my chest as our bodies made contact for the first time. Her skin felt soft as she allowed her body to be explored further, I was about to say something when she put a finger across my lips and just shook her head. She took my hands away from her backside and left the rock pool, again not looking back, again I followed, again transfixed.
The overcloak was already laid out on the sand, as she placed herself face down upon it, I laid myself down opposite her. “Good” she said and took out the headphones and placed a speaker in each of our ears and pressed play. We started to act out the scenes set by each song, the opening song was ‘20th Century Fox’ by the Doors, she allowed me to study every inch of her body, I knew not to touch any part of this fashionably lean figure in front of me. ‘Obsession’ was the next song, and in truth I was obsessed with this beautiful woman that was laid in front of me for the taking.
What was my next move to be, we both have our kinks, the things that drive our passions, both different and we each know that “Good God” I thought as that Whitesnake song came on, “are you women enough to take a man like me? “We both smiled at each other as those lyrics came on. “Yes” she said “satisfaction guaranteed” as her hand slid down to my cock which thankfully had recovered from the cold water. That was the signal. Our lips met and the salt taste was wonderful, I said that our first kiss reminded me of the best margarita I could ever have, she frowned and said she should have given me a blow job or let me facefuck her to start with so that the salty taste of our first kiss could remind me of something else.
I shouldn’t have been shocked by what she said, I was aware of her dungeon fetish and the way she obeyed her master. The dom/sub scenario has always interested me in the way it is portrayed without actually being involved directly in that scene. All I wanted to do was to hold and caress this beautiful person in front of me, my poems for her are full of romanticisms and far away thoughts. A far cry from what thoughts were going through my mind when actually face to face with this most fuckable creature in front of me. “Fuck me like a Hurricane” she said as the Roxy Music song finished, we had got to the ‘songs to fuck to’ section of the CD. Without speaking we both got up, we had been exploring each other’s body all through the songs, I was rock hard and she was so wet as my fingers had been sliding in and out of her pussy and teasing her arse.
She placed both hands on the rocks and offered herself to me, I knelt down beneath her and placed my lips against her pussy lips and indulged myself in all that was on offer, our headphones still in place, my hands on her tits and pulling down on her nipples as my tongue explored deeper. Once I was satisfied, I look her hands away from the rock, turned her around and pushed her down so that she was kneeling in front of me. “About that facefuck you mentioned earlier” I said as I pushed my cock into her mouth, I laughed as I said “Like a Hurricane” I held her head in my hands as I thrust my cock deeper into her throat, her hands grabbing my arse and playing with my balls. I didn’t want to cum just jet so I pulled out and took this siren to a rock pool so that she could see the reflection of her face all covered in her own spit, her make up already running all down her face from being in the water.
Her fine looking arse was high up waiting to be attended to, “the things I could do to that” I said out loud I was about to indulge myself even more when the song changed and went from fucking to ‘let’s have a cigarette and hold each other post coital’ She said “Damn, you should have had more fucking songs and less of the cuddle up afterwards stuff” as my cock was slapping against her backside. Was the moment lost I was thinking to myself, trust me for being a romantic. We were laying side by side stroking one another and suggesting a volume 2 CD with a lot more fucking songs when I noticed water coming into the cave. “Oh no! “I said, the tide is coming back in, we will be cut off, quick, we need to get to the beach otherwise we will be stuck here.” “Really?” said my siren, “high tide will cut us off for about 5 hours” The smile came back to her face and with a quite filthy giggle she put the headphones back in our ears and pressed play once more.
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