Date: Thu, 30 May 2013 08:28:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: Merman Desires

He couldn't go too far. And fortunately he didn't have to.  The surf let
him approach the beaches and his metabolism did the rest.

But first, he'd search the sand for the right one. They'd have to be a
certain type and in a certain mood.

Some would stand on the sand while others sat on rocks staring out to
sea. If they stayed there for a long time, he could sense their needs and
mood. Melancholy was key. If there were groups, he couldn't approach but
riding the surf he could wait until the right one walked away seeking
solitude.

He didn't worry about being seen, his upper torso wasn't any different from
those that might see him. His bare chest rode above the water line as he
moved about.

With practice and teaching from his mother, he learned to submerge before
he swam so the telltale evidence of his existence wasn't seen.

But as he aged, his body demanded more and more from him. He'd wait for
hours until the right one would wander, stepping awkwardly on nearby rocks
until he was isolated.

Little coves harbored such that sought such isolation. Some would wade;
others would strip off their shorts and lay in the sand. Others would just
sit and bathe in the sun and their isolated moments of reflection.

He could sense which ones would be receptive. And slowly, silently he would
approach waiting until their attention was elsewhere so he could transform.

Transformation required the sun baking the water away and something inside
him demanding the change.

Walking silently, his feet not able to leave impressions in the sand, he'd
approach quietly acknowledging the presence of the one he had focused on.

Each time was different, but as he practiced, his judgment improved. They
would block the sun from their eyes and look up, not surprised to see his
naked body.

There would be quiet exchange. He could sense which ones wanted more or
less words.

His interest was unavoidable.  That part of his body extended as soon as he
had finished the transformation.

They didn't react, though their eyes examined him. The water kept him trim,
developed and impressively formed.

They liked that he knew. But he didn't care if they were similar or totally
different. What he sought, what he sensed was the energy, the mood, the
emotions that defined each one.  The touch was important. He could feel
their electricity, pulse and reaction even with one finger.

He liked petting them and could hear their animalistic response much like a
cat purring. It was a quiet vibration that moved through him warming parts
that had not warmed during transformation.

Some chatted others didn't.  He found something inside each that told him
where to move, how to engage, what they needed even when their minds didn't
reflect experience it.

He'd sit behind them, his newfound legs spread to hug their legs. And their
bodies his own lightly moved against.

Their interest arose as his had before. He delighted feeling their blood
pulsing in each appendage.

His lips would touch their necks, ears, shoulders at first, eventually and
their own lips. His tongue longer then most would explore their tongues.

They would turn to face him, glad to fulfill the need and drive that he
knew was there. Some hadn't any experience with another like them; others
had thought but never acted while still others had, like him, exchanged
needs with another same gender type.

He had time, though the sun would eventually demand he refresh
himself. That was the benefits of the surf nearby.

Sometimes the satisfaction would be achieved when he dashed into the water
that would change him and renew his life. If the other remained or joined
him, he'd keep under the water less his real form be discovered.

He had time. Eventually he may find the right one, the one that would and
could join him in the water transformed by their connection and whatever
magic would make it happen.

There had been attempts by some, the few that discovered his true form and
wanted to be like him. It had failed with some tragic results. It had
saddened him sending him into the deep ocean for unmeasured time.

But eventually, his body's needs demanded the swim back near the
coasts. His mother said much time had passed for those on the shore, the
ones that walked. And so they would not know of their kind.

The passionate experiences let him feel with his transformed body...each
time felt new as the nerve endings in his acquired skin touched those of
the ones he met.

Wanting as much of that exchange he was in no hurry to end it, even when
the one on the beach seemed to. Hands enveloped, fingers entered, tongues
slid and eventually the long penis would enter mouth or body.

He knew dolphins with longer ones then he, but the humans he found on the
beach seemed to enjoy his.

He learned that each responded differently, their cries, words and
movements were educational each time.

And the times they mounted him were more awkward but he took it, feeling
them with muscles that had less experience but relished the sensations with
each insertion and withdrawal.

When their bodies released their fluids, he knew their time had ended, some
would recover and want to resume, while others seemed totally exhausted as
he was after long swims that took him to other beaches and rocks.

He had to refresh each time even when the humans revealed they wanted to
continue. Fortunately refreshing didn't take long and the water play with
the human was fun too, though he had to be careful not to let them feel or
see his underwater self.

"You're a fucking fish?" the words hurt him inside. There was not just
discovery but disapproval in the human's soul. When he heard that, he knew
it was time to let the sun transform him again, even if only to reveal
himself as human again before leaving quickly, so they would assume the sun
or substance they may have consumed earlier clouded their minds.

"God you're beautiful" the words would be fumbled, the human stumbling to
express what he didn't know how.  Their hands would touch him underwater,
moving from his still extended penis to his scales.

He could engage them that way in the water and did sometimes. His penis
sliding inside, his arms holding them so their heads were above the water
line, his tail taking over their need to wade. The sex would take longer
due to the cooling water, but no human complained giving themselves to his
strength and need to release inside them.

There were times he let them watch the transformation back to his human
like form. The sexual exchange afterwards sometimes became more passionate
if not more animal like.

Swimming away was always painful even with those who hadn't expressed
approval. His shoulders and head above water, long distance from the beach,
he watched them still sitting or standing looking towards where he waded.

With those who knew his true form, he would imitate Dolphins rising in the
water so when he dove his fins would flick in the air briefly.

But for those who would only remember the naked stranger who sexually
satisfied them, he would duck under the water and swim away from the
experience and unsatisfied emotional desire he had.

Someday it would be different. There would be the right one who would
suffer at first and then respond to the underwater morphemic they could
endure and the two would flick their talented lower bodies to push them
deeper and further to share the world that he had lived in, finally
fulfilled and never needing to surface and transform again.