Racing to Heaven: A Tale of Passion and Bliss

I floated on my back, the swells lifting me, my fingers buried deep in my pussy, my thumb rubbing my clit. My other hand brushed my tight right nipple, still slick from his cum. Faster and faster, my fingers working furiously, until finally, like a hot pleasurable cramp spreading outward from my deepest place, I came. Resting, floating on my back, trying to see the stars. It had been just a little orgasm, not the mind-numbing, all-consuming one I so desired right now. I moved so I was upright, treading water, not quite tall enough to touch bottom, and suddenly I felt a feather-light touch on my left nipple. I thought it was just a bit of something floating in the water, until I felt it again, sharper this time, stonger, more insistent. I felt another on my skin between my breasts, and realized that some small fish were biting at me, feeding on the cum I had spread over my breasts after his orgasm. I giggled as more arrived, lightly nibbling at my breasts, feasting on his protein, until there were at least five or six biting lightly at me. I was enjoying it. In a strange way, it felt very erotic, until I had an unwanted thought that maybe something bigger might be nearby. I waved my hands to shoo them away, and quickly rubbed the slick semen off of me, leaving it floating behind me as I swam back to the beach.

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