Stavanger Bay atop sins towered heaven high for me

they silently communed, and erzulie did not expect herself to be so deliciously scorched by the expression in rosalyn's eyes before the first mate led them onward. she ranged in a fast lope alongside the pirate, the scent of the woman wreathing in her senses as sand gave way to earth, the pair soon swallowed by woodland shadows. quiet here, save for the ever-present roar of the sea — erzulie slowed, thrumming with pleasure in the feral half-darkness.
there was a boldness in rosalyn she wished to uncover, but in time.
à temps, ma chérie, marie had murmured when she taught her charge, younger then, how to resist the urge to rush into such interludes. les hommes sont facilement secoués par des affichages confiants.
sauver ceux pour le sexe plus juste, came the last of marie's remembered, dove-soft words. yes, erzulie answered the shade within her mind, drifting forward to find rosalyn again, mismatched eyes darkened with foretaste of what was to come. as they had done on the open beach, she sought to bestow the same affection on her companion, her mien changing only with a daring nip to rosalyn's shoulder. but erzulie did not pause; she sank down to recline upon the loam and motioned that the first mate should join her there in embrace.