Imanust - The island of feelings

PART 02 - AT THE MEETING OF BLUE AND DEEP

"No matter if we love like birds or like fish. For Ocan! that feel like you're always inside me."

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The newborn love between Utsi and Situ curled about his dreams and wrote over the sea a long letter. If Utsi sent him seawater, Situ returned him to flash butterfly fish on the waters its immense joy. Then the waves Utsi wrote of his longing and desire to receive Situ at dawn on its edge the trail of waves in more sweeping curves told him the mountains and deeper curves and she wanted him. Until it was time to flee to the meeting, the waters came and went tacking feelings. Loved so many times and both the salted sea with the painful goodbyes that Tsu himself once ordered that the currents do them faster and reach anywhere that perfectly met so many nooks and exchanged so many charms that magic does not exist have chosen to live this love.

"We are moving away more and more of our islands."

"Do you have more corners than the sea."

"Estimated much to my enchantments?"

"I never felt so much for a woman."

"He had many women in his arms?"

"Only the chosen."

"And loved your beauty?"

"I could never compare feelings. It is natural to man to satisfy their desires."

"And the desires of a woman should also not be satisfied?"

"I do not know his anxieties, Situ, but I try to fill it with my strength so that we can share the joy. Not so men and women love each other?"

Situ not know how to answer him. She was trained in dance, the arts and all tasks of the island. Still knew a little about the legends and codes of other cities and routes of vessels. Sana taught him about the secrets of the herbs used in food, potions and all sorts of treatments, such as cutting wounds, bites of beasts, pests and diseases. Yet you said nothing about men and their wares, their stiff members and their pains. With the passage of vessels turn your body changing in ways that drew stares, forcing her to constantly aim at the small crystal Sinui, was seeking comments from mariners fit on their similarity to Ocan. Between all the island women, she was the one to have, as their mother, girded with red hair and eyes as green as the most gorgeous leaves on the solstice. As for love, he knew just what the old murmured around the bonfire or when the lake with their buckets, kept undercover conversations, interspersed with malicious laughter that ended lines silenced in the presence of the younger. Resented by not knowing what to do with men and now he had the manly strength Utsi in his arms and noticed the reaction of his intimate before him, longed to understand the love that seemed so different from you and manuscripts as stronger in his thoughts.

"No matter if we love like birds or fish. For Ocan! that feel like you're always inside me."

Utsi it looked complacent. Surely she loved him, how his mother loved his father. Gently touched her breasts, then her belly, sliding into the groin and legs, where your hands have opened their intimates to his cock to enter her. Situ let out a soft moan that was expanded by successive movements of pleasure.

Each time the storms lingered between both islands is mortified knowing it impossible to find a ticket, send a message, as written in the turbulent waters of love as storms arrive.

Love the two grew up in the rush of the sea beyond. And when the red came upon the fiery waters, Utsi and Situ lived an orgasm whispering in tongues to lick, of members equaling bodies. And when the night brought hippocampi fireflies they rode on one another on the crests of sea waves splashed foam that force guess the poetry of the world, diving and surfacing in the curvature of the hot and cold lines that draw the moon against the blue and deep.