Mermaids
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everyones heard of mermaid folklore before havent they? beautiful women qho are half fish and live in the salty seas. some who can grow legs and walk on land if they wanted. living in an underwater world of magic and love. well im here to tell you of how many people are wrong. are they beautiful? yes. do they have magic? also yes. but what most dont know is how DANGROUS mermaids are. they arent sweet, they are ruthless and choose no side but their own. they kill without a seconds thought, but never without a reason. the mermaid race began long ago, when this world was full of fancy people, pirates and sailors. a world of reckless, ignorant people who tossed caution to the wind when making most daily decisions. stories get spread around and you hear many versions, most untrue. but here, i can tell you what really happens. i can tell you the mystery behind these glorious creatures, but only if you are willing to listen. why? you may ask. why is there a reason to not hear what you have to say? well thats because i am a mermad. one of the few who died and survived. one of the most mysterious things on this planet.
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"I am not sleepy so why don't we tell each other a story?" Her voice was low and raspy and fuck, I'd been lying if I say I wasn't turned the fuck on. "Like what?" I ask swallowing my pride and probably my sense of direction. Her skin was on top of mine, in contact, burning. "I don't know." She says taking her time to adjust herself on my lap. I had to grip the chair for support feeling all my breath vanish from my lungs. "Maybe a short bio about yourself." She advocates placing one of her hands on my chest. I feel the contact through my shirt, my eyes trained on every movement of hers. The worst of it all was that she is unaware of what she was doing to me. "Uh-" I feel my words shorten. On impulse, I grab her by her waist for support instead. Leaning back painfully on the single chair. "You're so cute when you're confused!" She giggles going ahead to move slightly on my lap. I blow out a groan feeling my erection harden.

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