Inky Waters, Fleshly Currents

Amidst the inky blackness of a moonless night, the tide's rhythmic dance against the shore serves as a seductive symphony. As the water's edge inches closer, so does the stranger, his silhouette barely discernible in the gloom. A shiver runs down your spine, not from the cold, but from the anticipation of the unknown. The tide's dark embrace is about to claim you.

• dark
• sexscene
• tide

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