Disclaimer:
these girls are mine, they may look familiar and act familiar but they are all
mine. Cause we know the world is chock full o’ fine looking chicks like these,
right?
Language: yes, I use the “F” word
Sex: Of course
there is sex. Depictions of consenting adults participating in same sex unions
PUSHING INK: HAWAIIAN STYLE (SKIN DEEP V) by Black Cherry
Chapter
Nine: Soul Lover
After a long day at the beach, Drelica and Torrid made it
back to their bungalow. “Shower
up Dre, we’re going to dinner.” Torrid said as she emptied out the water
from the cooler.
“Oh babe, can’t we just order in tonight?” Drelica
said, as she shucked her wet bathing suit and hung it in the railing.
Torrid froze, unaware that she was spilling icy water all
over herself as she watched Drelica strip naked right in front of her. Wow.
She’s so fucking hot.
Torrid grinned wickedly, “Tired of eating out?”
“Never.” Drelica said seductively, “I’m starved.”
Torrid felt her clit throb as she watched her beautiful
woman walk seductively into the bungalow. She looked down at the cooler in her
hands and tossed it aside, then hurried inside to follow Drelica.
Tonight there would be no more interruptions, no more drama, and a lot of
hot naked sex!
Torrid rushed into the bungalow following her wet, naked
lover into the shower. The cool
water of the shower fell like a gentle rain on the pair as they washed the sand
and salt from their sun kissed skin and refreshed them with hydration.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmm…” Drelica purred. “It feels good to have my skin
wet.”
“My skin isn’t the only thing that’s wet,” Torrid
said, wiggling her eyebrows.
“Oh really? Do tell.”
“I think my volcano is about to erupt…” Torrid said
giving a sexy growl. “All this tropical heat…it’s making me into …a wild
beast.”
“Oooooh baby..” Drelica said, in a voice that was part
angel, part vixen. “I love it when your beast gets loose!”
“Do you, now?” Torrid asked.
Drelica reached up and wrapped her fingers around the Tiki
necklace Torrid had worn that day. She pulled Torrid down to her, meeting her
lips and placing her mouth over Torrid’s.
Drelica kissed Torrid slowly, passionately, dancing inside Torrid’s
mouth with her serpentine tongue. Torrid moved into the kiss, stepping closer,
placing her hands on Drelica’s shoulders, stroking her skin gently as they
kissed under the cool cascade of the shower. The kiss deepened, and they hugged
each other closer, hands beginning to move over flesh in a more eager motion.
When the kiss finally broke and their lips parted, they stood there looking at
each other with hooded eyes. Torrid smiled.
“Let’s get into bed…” her voice trailed off as she
turned the shower off and handed Dre a towel.
“I agree. It’s been a long week, and I want to spend
the evening here with you….fucking.”
Torrid, drying her hair with the towel froze at Drelica’s
words. She smiled a wicked smile. It always amused her when Drelica used the
“F” word. Drelica had such an outward innocence, and it gave Torrid a thrill
to corrupt that innocence. To amuse
herself further, she pretended she didn’t hear what was said.
”What’s that Dre? I got water in my ear.”
Drelica knew better, Torrid hadn’t gone swimming, and the
shower was gentle. But she decided to play along, and she shed her angelic
exterior, and slinked toward her woman seductively. She took Torrid’s towel
and tossed it on the floor.
“I said….I want to stay here with you….” Drelica
leaned in to kiss Torrid’s neck. “And fuck.”
“Baby!” Torrid said, mimicking Drelica’s innocent
voice.
Torrid swept Drelica up in her arms and carried her to the
bed….
Torrid lay Drelica down on the soft bedding and then leaned
over to the night stand to grab some coconut scented massage lotion.
“Rub your shoulders, babe?” She asked as she warmed the
lotion between her palms.
“Oh yes, please!” Drelica said excitedly.
Torrid began to massage Drelica’s shoulders and back,
straddling her hips and pressing her upper body weight into the gentle kneading.
Drelica purred as Torrid’s hands moved the warm, sweet lotion all over her
skin.
”This is paradise.”
“Now don’t go to sleep on me, Dre.”
“I’ll try not to,” Dre said, stifling a yawn, “but
you’re making me so relaxed.”
“Well then, I’ll just have to do something to revive
you, won’t I?” Torrid said wickedly.
Suddenly Drelica felt an ice cold sensation between her
legs, and she started on the bed.
“Gods! Baby—what the hell?”
Torrid laughed. She had stuck her hand in the ice bucket
and then slid it between Drelica’s thighs.
“I couldn’t have to pass out on me Dre…it’s the
first quiet evening we’ve had without fucking stalkers and drama since we got
here.”
“Is that so? I think you exaggerate. But in any case,
it’s only fair that I return the favour…”
Drelica suddenly rolled over, flipping Torrid off her back;
then she climbed up on Torrid getting her down into a schoolboy pin, holding
Torrid’s hands above her head. “I
have you now!” She said proudly.
Torrid, though surprised, was very turned on my Dre’s
sudden show of dominance. Torrid found it was really hot being pinned down by a
sexy little scientist. She looked
into Dre’s green pools and felt herself begin to drown.
“I surrender,” Torrid said without realizing it was
aloud.
Drelica heard it and smiled. She leaned down and kissed her dark warrior gently on the
lips. She hovered over her placing
soft warm kisses over Torrid’s face, neck and throat.
Torrid melted into submission.
Drelica moved down, placing kisses on Torrid’s
collarbone, her chest, and finally arriving at her breasts, causing Torrid to
take in a rush of deep breath. Torrid
was struggling to let herself go, to not be the one in control and to trust
Drelica, with everything, not just sex, but everything that mattered.
This was the tipping point for Torrid. Her future with
Drelica, her future life would depend on this one moment of complete submission
and trust.
Sensing Torrid’s struggle, Drelica kissed her lover’s
neck moving up to place sweet soft kisses on her cheek, and then she placed her
lips to Torrid’s ear and whispered. “I love you.
I always have, from the moment we met; I just didn’t know
it yet. But now I do know.”
With those sweet words Torrid relaxed and sobbed, and
reached up to pull Drelica close to her. Torrid held onto her and sobbed into
her chest, like a little girl. She was letting go, and pouring everything out
that she had held back for years. Drelica held her close, petting her and
placing light kisses on her head.
“I’m here baby.” She would say over and over.
Torrid raised her head to look up at Drelica, her eyes filled with tears. “Am
I home? Is this really home?” She said, barely audible, barely above a
whisper.
”Oh yes, baby, you’re home! I’m your home!” Drelica said hugging Torrid
tightly.
Three hours later Torrid dozed in the intoxicating warmth
of Drelica’s body. She lay spent and content on the bed in their bungalow. The
emotional release had exhausted her, but now she slept peacefully, haunted no
more. It was night and the perfumed
island breeze passed through the room smelling of plumeria and paradise.
Torrid drifted in and out of deep sleep, aware of Dre’s presence, but
still a captive of the afterglow of their emotional bonding.
Drelica lay awake, but happy. She held her lover as she
slept, stroking Torrid’s cheek as she gave gentle kisses on her forehead.
She loved watching Torrid sleep; listening to the rise and fall of her
breathing, holding her close and feeling her warmth.
Drelica was happy with the changes she had seen in Torrid since they met.
She saw the light that was hidden behind Torrid’s tough exterior, she knew
there was a soul capable of gentleness and love within the painted Amazon, and
she knew instinctively it was her task to connect with that soul. She had made
that vital connection.
As she lay there holding Torrid her mind rewound the events
of the past six months. Of her first meeting with Torrid, and the turmoil her
life had been in, and how the universe seemed hell bent on thrusting the two of
them in each other’s path time and time again.
Well if that’s not a sign, I don’t know what is!
She thought to herself and smiled softly, knowing that all
of this was meant to be. Some how, it was all just…right.
Drelica nestled back into Torrid’s arms and wrapped herself around her
sleeping Amazon like a koala. She
knew what happiness was, and she wanted that happiness with Torrid; and she Knew
that Torrid wanted that happiness with her in return. At least she hoped as
much. Drelica knew her bond with
Torrid was deep, from the first time they met, but she never suspected that she
could ever feel so much for one person, as she felt for Torrid. She too, had
come home.
The Next morning, Torrid and Drelica got up and had
breakfast at a nearby diner. Torrid found it was nice to enjoy her morning
coffee with an ocean view. Drelica thought that Torrid seemed more relaxed than
she had ever known her to be, and she was pleased. She wanted their last hours
on the island to be relaxing and peaceful.
All in all she had enjoyed her vacation, after all it had served its
purpose. It helped her to process, to heal and to get closer to her love. She
sipped her tea thoughtfully, and took in the view with a content sigh.
Torrid looked up from her tattooing book and smiled softly
at her.
“Feeling good, Dre?”
“Feeling very good, Tor.” Drelica smiled back.
“What’s that you’re reading?”
“Well, today’s the last chance I’ll have to visit the
ink masters and get my tattoo. So I was reading up a little on it. This is
interesting: ‘The primitive method of
tattooing on the body is fascinating. In fact, the mythology behind the art
regarded this having been taught by the sons of the God of creation and as a
result the process of tattooing itself formed an elaborate ritual that had to be
shown a degree of reverence’.”
“Wow, that’s really fascinating. You’re getting
another tattoo? Where on earth will you put it?” Drelica teased.
Torrid started. “Oh crap…you’re right….I’m
running out of skin.”
Drelica chuckled to herself as Torrid’s expressions
changed to various and sundry comical faces as she worked out the problem of
where to put her Polynesian ink.
“Babe, it looks like the only places you have left are
the soles of your feet and the palms of your hands….on the outside, anyway.”
Drelica teased.
“Or my face?” Torrid said, raising an eyebrow.
“Don’t you dare cover that beautiful face with ink,
Torrid Duncan!” Drelica ordered.
Torrid chuckled, “Don’t worry babe, I wouldn’t do
that.”
After breakfast, Torrid and Drelica loaded up for one last
excursion on the Island. Their destination was a small out of the way bungalow
where a renowned tattoo master lived and worked. His method was the old school
Polynesian method of tattooing, which is time honored, and very painful. Torrid
smiled at the thought of it. She needed to feel some deep ache in her skin. An
ink addiction was a life long burden. She rather liked the Hawaiian mindset of
tattooing, and the notion that the more ink you had, the more status you carried
within your tribe.
I guess by those standards, I’d be the Queen of Sheba.
Torrid mused to herself. When they
spotted the isolated shack, they parked the jeep and walked to the door.
Torrid knocked on the post, as the door was merely a bamboo
curtain. “Master Moko?” Torrid said as she entered the front room of the
bungalow.
“That’s me.” Said the middle-aged man who was built
like a brick shit house and himself covered with as much ink or more than
Torrid. His face was covered with geometric lines and shapes in the fashion of
the Maori of New Zealand. This particular type of tattoo was called Moko, and
now Torrid understood that his name was a professional handle. Torrid bowed
respectfully in Japanese fashion, hoping her greeting wouldn’t be out of
place.
”Ah, you noticed my Gi hanging there, eh?” Master Moko said.
“I did. I am a black belt in Kimugori. But I am here to
learn of your other art, Master Moko. I am an ink pusher back in the states.
Karate and Ink are my two greatest passions in life.”
“Be still my heart, a kindred spirit!” Master Moko
said, smiling. “Come in, let’s have some tea and we’ll talk of tigers and
dragons.”
Torrid entered the bungalow while Drelica occupied herself
outdoors enjoying the beautiful view and taking in a walk on the black sand
beach. She didn’t wish to intrude
on Torrid’s visit with the master, and though she supported Torrid in
expressing herself and exploring her passions, it really wasn’t her thing. She
was content to play on the beach.
She collected many beautiful shells and some smoothed sea
glass which she would take back home as souvenirs. She loved the feeling of the
black volcanic sand between her toes and the spray of the breaking waves on her
skin as she walked along the water’s edge.
A half-mile down the beach she noticed a small lagoon where the waters
came to an inlet and she could sit and enjoy the scent of tropical flowers as
she sun bathed and relaxed. She
took a towel out of her beach bag and spread it out on a flat rock so she could
lie back and daydream.
As Drelica napped and bathed in the tropical sun, Torrid
enjoyed her tea with the master tattooist, and they spoke freely and at length
of their passion for both martial arts and the tattoo.
“I laugh when people tell me the Japanese invented
tattooing.” Torrid said.
“Everyone’s an armchair expert. They think the Japanese
invented everything—including Karate.”
“Would it hurt them to crack open a book now and
again?” Torrid said, sipping her tea from the earthen cup.
“The Japanese do know tea, though. I love making and
drinking tea in the Japanese way.”
“It’s the ritualistic habits of the Japanese I admire.
They ethic that what is worth doing is worth doing well.”
“To the Japanese.” Master Moko said. “My mother, Gods
rest her soul, was Japanese.”
Torrid drank to the toast.
“Perhaps you should wait, Torrid, before you get ink from
me. What I do is not done lightly. I do my art with great purpose and meaning.
As I am sure you do as well…”
Torrid smiled sheepishly, thinking on how many times she
had taken money from drunks and pushed the word ‘mother’ into their flesh.
“I will give you what you want, but only when you are
ready.” Master Moko said in a tone that indicated that he was finished
discussing the matter. “Now, let
us talk of Karate.”
Back on the beach Drelica was stirred awake from her nap by
a splash of water hitting her in the face. “What the fuck?” She sat up
suddenly wiping salt water from her eyes. She
looked all around her and then her gaze caught movement in the water—where
there were three or four dolphins at play.
Her eyes widened with happy fascination and her smile widened as she
watched them frolicking in the water, just mere yards from where she sat.
“Oh man this is too good to pass up!” She said, as she
stood and shucked her shorts, stripping down to her bikini.
Drelica dove into the water, which startled the dolphins at first, and
they swam away, but circled back as their curiosity was peaked as well. Soon
they were all swimming together, and the dolphins were circling closer and
closer to Drelica with each pass.
This was the most exciting moment of Drelica’s life, as
she loved dolphins and had since she was a child, when she found out they were
one of her totem animal guides. Now she was sharing the sea with these wise and
magical beings, the joy was almost overwhelming. She wished Torrid could see
her, wished someone could take a photo of her, but regardless, she was going to
take away the memory of a lifetime.
Torrid bowed to Master Moko as she stepped out onto the
porch to talk to Drelica. Torrid frowned when she saw Drelica was no longer
there. Torrid looked at her watch,
“Wow. Was I in there an hour and a half? Maybe she went for a walk.”
Torrid stepped back inside. “Master Moko, it seems my
girlfriend has abandoned me to go play on the beach. I’d better go find
her.” Torrid said.
“No problem, Torrid. Here’s my card. Stay in touch. I
enjoyed the visit. Aloha.”
“Domo…and Aloha.” Torrid winked, taking the card.
Stepping down off Moko’ s porch, Torrid followed the
footprints that Drelica’s flip-flops left on the sandy path that led down to
the pacific dunes. She could hardly blame her lover for being drawn in by the
beautiful vista. Torrid decided to follow Drelica’s trail and join her for one
last excursion.
Spying the inlet lagoon, Torrid smiled with awe at the
sight that unfolded before her. There was Drelica swimming in the lagoon with
live Dolphins.
“Oh my Goddess…. I could live three thousand years and
never see such a sight again.” Torrid said aloud.
Just then, Torrid remembered her digital camera in the
pocket of her cargo shorts. She had brought it along to take photos of the
tattoo process, but she wound up not getting the tattoo at all. However, she
would have some very magical photos from this vacation, especially the ones she
was about to take.
Thinking that candid shots make better pictures, Torrid
chose not to make her presence known, but to admire this scene from afar. She
watched happily as her lover played with the sea creatures, as though they were
all old friends.
“Maybe they are,” Torrid mused.
Drelica splashed and played and raced with the Dolphins,
even hitching a ride by hanging on to the dorsal of the larger female. She
couldn’t believe this incredible experience, but she was going to enjoy every
second of it. She was disappointed
when the school decided to end the games abruptly and they sped off to the
deeper waters. Drelica swam back to the lagoon’s edge, and emerged from the
water to see Torrid standing there smiling.
“Hey baby—wow!” Torrid said.
“I know!” Drelica beamed.
“I got pictures.” Torrid said, proudly displaying her
camera.
“I love you so much!” Drelica said. “I was afraid no
one would believe me if I told them.”
“It’s certainly out of the ordinary. You seemed to have
a connection with them. It’s all very spiritual and shit. Gotta love that.”
Drelica smiled. “Yeah.
Hey, wanna go for a swim?”
“Sure! I haven’t had much water time, and this is our
last day.” Torrid said, as she took off her shorts and shirt and stripped down
to her bathing suit.
“Last one in is a rotten egg!” Drelica said as she dove
into the lagoon.
“You are so gonna pay for that!” Torrid said as she too
splashed into the cool pacific water.
Splashing and playing, diving and racing, Torrid and
Drelica swam in the enchanted lagoon for over two hours. Time seemed to stand
still, and it was as if they had been together bathing in the lagoon since the
beginning of time. Torrid leaned
back against the rocks letting her legs float weightlessly in the water. Drelica
swam up like an otter and joined her, wrapping herself around Torrid and kissing
her cheek.
“I am in heaven!” She said with a gleeful giggle.
“Me too. I don’t want to go home.” Torrid said with a
frown.
“Me either.” Drelica agreed. “But we have to go
back.”
“I know. It sucks ass, but I know.”
“It won’t be so bad, Tor. Things are different now.”
“Different?”
“Yeah, I mean, what with us moving in together and
getting married and all—“
“Married?” Torrid exclaimed. “You wanna get
married?”
“Oh baby, I thought you’d never ask!” Drelica said,
hugging Torrid close and kissing her face.
“I guess…. I just did.” Torrid said, confused,
surprised, but very happy.