Neji always chased the impossible.

Now, at twenty-three, the ocean was the only lover she could trust. She craved her dives with a desperate hunger, each session a ritual prepared with trembling anticipation. She’d chosen her micro bikini for maximum exposure, as if she wanted to dare the water to strip the last of her humanity away. The thin triangles of fabric barely contained her, and as she waded in, she relished the cool prickle of salt and the sticky slap of neoprene against her skin. It wasn’t just about the cold or the pressure—every sensation was heightened, every touch a jolt straight to her core.

Descending was a private act, a kind of self-destruction Neji performed for an invisible audience of g*ds. She let the ocean close above her, the sunlight fracturing in shattered ribbons, and her body responded with an involuntary shiver that ran from crown to heel. Each droplet against her exposed skin sent electric shocks through her—tiny, urgent voltages that gathered in her chest and belly until she vibrated with the need for release. She swam further from shore, deeper and deeper, until the pressure began to mount. Her fingers, numb and tingling, found their way to her own body, clutching at her breasts, her thighs, the trembling channel between her legs. The water muffled every sound but the thud of her heart and the rapid, rasping inhale of her regulator, which she tongued in rhythm with the escalating pulse inside her. She let herself go, weightless, suspended in the bl*e-bl*ck womb. As her arousal peaked, the sensation became almost unbearable—primal, a loss of control so complete it was as if a deep-sea leviathan had swallowed her whole.

When climax seized her, it was a powerful ecstasy, an underwater earthquake that shook every inch of her. Every muscle in her body contracted, her toes curled, her spine arched, and she nearly bit through the silicone mouthpiece as the waves of pleasure radiated outward, intensified a hundredfold by the crushing embrace of the water. It left her drifting, boneless and hollowed, a rag doll of pleasure and aftershock. The current carried her gently, her limbs splayed, and for a moment she thought she might dissolve altogether, a swirl of salt and s*x and memory fading into the abyss.

Her body pulsed with the afterglow—she could feel her heart pounding in her ears, a throaty roar that matched the roll of distant surf. Neji inhaled slow, measured breaths, letting her body recover. She gazed up at the rippling ceiling of the sea, where the light danced in fractured mosaics, and knew no surface joy could ever compare to this.

XOXOXO

Kelli

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