Ellie X Raven floated into the bl*e, the full-face mask sealing her into a world of sound and sensation. Her breathing filled the chamber—slow, deliberate, almost decadent—each inhale grounding her, each exhale spilling upward in a rush of bubbles that slid along her skin before disappearing.

The water pressed in gently, everywhere at once.

She stretched, arching slightly as she drifted, letting the pool cradle her. The bikini felt looser down here, no longer anchored by gravity, straps whispering against her shoulders, fabric shifting with each lazy movement. She barely noticed when one strap slipped free—only the new awareness that followed, the way the water touched her differently now.

Light rippled over her bare skin, unfiltered.

Ellie rolled onto her back, suspended, breath deepening as the second strap surrendered. The bikini drifted away in slow motion, fabric blooming and sinking like a discarded secret. She didn’t chase it. She didn’t need to. The mask hid her expression, but not the way her body responded—how she tilted her head back, how her spine curved, how the quiet intensity built in long, patient waves.

Every sound was magnified. Every sensation lingered.

She hovered there, utterly exposed and utterly safe, the water tracing her, holding her, amplifying the heat that spread and receded, again and again. The rhythm inside the mask grew heavier, warmer, her breath fogging the visor for a moment before clearing—proof of how deeply she was lost in it.

When she finally pushed toward the surface, it wasn’t with urgency, but with satisfaction. Water streamed over the mask as she broke through, chest rising sharply once before settling. She rested her arms on the pool’s edge, skin glowing, lips parted, body humming with the aftermath of something intense, private, and entirely hers.

Below her, the bikini lay forgotten on the pool floor.

XOXOXO

Kelli

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