What Are You Doing In My Waters Novels & Stories

Drip, drip, drip… My body won't stop trembling as a cold breeze bathes me. My stomach growls loudly, reminding me I haven't eaten, and my mouth is dryer than a parched desert. Drip, drip, drip… Gods! The sound of water leaking somewhere in the basin is driving me bonkers. Drip, drip, drip… “Please, can someone make it stop?” I whimper softly. “It's driving me crazy.” Exhaustion slowly overrides my body.

I haven’t done this since the beginning of summer earlier this year. “So, what are you going to do?” Bart asked as he got down to shorts only. I could hear Joanne laughing behind Bart. If I had to guess it would be because of the look on Conor’s face. I could see him staring at me with his darkened gray eyes out of the corner of my eye. Time to make my creation so we can have some fun in the sunlight. It will be a good distraction for him. Poor thing. “You’ll see in a few minutes. Aqua Surge.” I murmured, charging off at the water. Instead of sinking in like one would normally do, I was able to run on top of the water.

Underwater By Nikki Flores If I could draw a line around myself If I could be invisible, no one could hurt me now And I would never need nobody else But it's too late You're everything I swore I'd never be You're making me want something I was doing fine without Like a wave, you're crashing over me And it's too late... it's too late I'm over my head and there's no way out It's like I'm underwater trying not to drown The harder I fight, the deeper I fall What am I so afraid to risk it all? I wish that I could hear, but I can't remember how And the tide can't save me now

With a deafening splash, the freezing water smashes against my skull, making my vision go violently dark. "Nyra!" The moment my lips part, thick salt water pours into my throat, completely suffocating my lungs. I thrash wildly, my claws scratching against the dark currents as I track her scent markers down into the abyss. Somehow, my limbs move with frantic power, driving me deeper into the heavy undertow. "Nyra, hold on!"

He downs his glass of wine, like my reaction pissed him off more than it should. "I didn't think it was." I mutter, still hinting to him that all day he's been sweet and caring with his words. He's been the absolute best. It's overwhelming because this isn't the man I met when I first opened my eyes on that boat. "A Waterlink controls everything water can create, including ice." He answers my question after a lapse of silence that almost feels eternal. It feels wrong demanding he talk about something that's none of my business. "I'm sorry I pried. I shouldn't have."

I still remember the smell of rain, the feeling of being completely immersed in it. I keep telling myself that I need to escape, that I have to leave, but my body doesn't move. I feel the heartbeat slowing down, it will stop as slow as it's going. Then suddenly I hear a voice calling me, whispering my name. "Isaac, come to me, I can give you what you want. You just need to reach out, you just need to truly want me."

But I’m not done. I adjust my grip, legs splayed wide, and switch to jet—a single, needle-thin stream. I aim it directly at the tip of my clit. The precision is brutal. It’s like a finger flicking me, over and over, with no mercy. My hips buck wildly. I’m fucking the water now, grinding against it.

‘Swim Rhett, let the water soothe you. I feel compelled to do as the voice says. With reason or why My toes touch the edge of the icy cold water. But I don’t stop, instead walking further in until the water is above my waist. The bank gives way and I find myself treading water wondering why the fuck I was out here. Something brushes past my leg and startles me. I swirl in the water looking for what kind of creature it could be and thinking what a dumb idea it was coming into the water in the first place.

I had never seen that much water in my entire life and seeing it here and now , was making me feel so good and bad at the same time . I had so much that I really do want to do , but there was just nothing that I could do just at this moment . I walked towards the water and sat just beside it quietly enjoying just the waves of the water alone. I didn’t know how long I had been sitting there because I felt so much at peace with myself but just sitting here and the last thing that I would do is try to compromise my peace . “ What should a pretty girl like you be doing out here all alone? Do you want some company ?