Info - burnt out Timothée, wanting a new experience, siren reader, topless reader, unprotected sex, nonstop sex, not knowing if you hallucinated, fond memory, smoking weed, hypnosis for a little
It happened years ago. I was now old and grey and maybe I'd tell my grandchildren about it at some point.
I remembered it better than most of my life. I'd been walking on the beach, smoking a joint and thinking. At this time of night no one would know who I was. It was refreshing because I was feeling burnt out.
Yes I'd worked on indie break outs like Call Me By Your Name and Bones and All. Box Office breakthroughs like Wonka and Little Women. A dark comedy or two like The French Dispatch and Don't Look Up. Yet.... I felt like I hadn't done much of anything.
I wanted an adventure, or something magical. I had never been much of a wild dreamer as a child. Sure spider man had been a big, and power rangers of course. However, Harry Potter and fantasy movies had never done much for me. Then, at twenty seven I was devouring fantasy. I loved my life a year before, why did I want to disappear now?
That's when I heard it. The noise was more beautiful than any I'd ever heard. No artist, musician, or victory could be as lovely as this. I had to follow it.
In a cave a topless woman sat. Her skin was a shimmering blue. Her hair was moon white and long and thick. Thick enough to cover her heavy, naked breasts. Her lower body tapered into.... A tail, she had a tail. It seafoam green and glittering under the stars.
Her mouth was open as she ran her extra long fingers through her hair. That beautiful noise, it came from her! Her face was small but wide, with large eyes and a pointed nose. Her lips were full and luscious and the urge to kiss her was overwhelming.
"Oh," she said, her speaking voice as melodic as her singing voice. "Look what the fish nets dragged in."
"Who are you?" I asked in trembling awe.
"You wouldn't understand my real name. The language of Mer is gibberish to humans."
"Then what do I call you?" I asked desperately.
"How do you know I won't destroy you," she said giving a sweet smile but then she opened her mouth and her mouth was full of two layers of sharp teeth.
"Then do it," I said, falling to the sand on my knees.
"I don't know," she said flipping her hair back over her shoulder. Her breasts were on display.
"You're quite beautiful," she mused.
"Do whatever you want to me. I was praying for an adventure," I said desperately.
She didn't eat me. She didn't destroy me. She pulled my head into her lap and listened to me vent. Then we were making passionate love. It was all wetness and desire and obsession.
It went on like this for three whole days. She gave me the adventure I'd been looking for. She listened to me cry. She listened to me scream in desire. She felt my skin in a way I'd never been touched. She tasted me, smelled me, affected me in ways that would never be replicated. The pleasure I got from here was enough to shake the earth as I plunged inside her again and again, her song making everything heightened.
When I woke up naked on the beach on the fourth day, I didn't even know if it had been real. I didn't know if I'd passed out. I didn't know if I actually had, had my wild adventure. All I knew is I smelled her on my body and every inch of my skin was so sensitive to the touch it nearly hurt to wrap a fluffy towel around myself.
I'll never forget the last night. I was inside her, slowly thrusting, whispering sweet nothings into her ivory blue colored skin. "Y/n," she whispered. "You can call me y/n."
I never forgot her. Even as I sit here in my rocking chair, with grey hair and creaking joints. Even if my acting memories start to fade. My costar's smiles turn to dust. The premieres floating away like smoke. The fan's compliments riding further into the distance. I'll always remember that adventure and I'll always remember y/n.
