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arely heard what he had
called me, and slowly it dawned... he thought I was one of the faerie
folke! He thought I was a nymph, a water nymph most likely.
My train of thought derailed as he pulled his soft leather jersey
over his head, revealing broad shoulders, also sun-bronzed and strong.
He hooked a hand over the waistband of his trousers and quickly drew
them down over his narrow hips. My breath caught in my throat as he
stood before me, naked and strong, his intentions clear.
His eyes followed my gaze to that part of him which stood out
stiff and long from his loins, then he caught my eyes in his again.
"A hungry nymph, are ye? Well, I think a wee bit of a swim first,
then we'll discuss other matters."
He walked up onto the rock by me and then down into the water.
Once in he called to me, "Jump, nymph! And I'll catch ye!"
It was as if I were under a spell. I stood, slowly, seductively,
and then waited before jumping. I landed in his arms, a bit harder
than either of us intended
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