May 2023 – Audio Version

With eager trepidation, I descended beneath the salty ocean waves to visit the elusive mermaids who inhabited the hidden city of Atlantis. The merwomen extended their jeweled hearts with genuine warmth and sent my nervousness floating upward to be dissolved in the dazzling sunlight at the surface above. I instantly knew that my time among these mystical beauties would be forever a cherished treasure. 

Just as the location of Atlantis is shrouded from the modern world, so much of my tale will remain a mystery, shimmering beneath the waters of the Atlantic. For not all stories are mine to share. To know the offerings and pleasures of Atlantis, one must visit and experience them for themselves. This is the only way to truly appreciate the majestic wonder and the bewitching inhabitants of the lost city of Atlantis.

I felt immediately welcomed into the beguiling Atlantean community. The daily feasts of Atlantis put Olympus to shame, and the ambrosia flowed like sweet honey. I spent my time as a curious observer of the community of Atlantis. Each mermaid was unique in her splendor and aura. Some were bold and colorful as they flitted from group to group. Although some mermaids seemed shy or reserved, I would later learn not all were as they appeared, but I am getting ahead of my tale.

As folklore mentions, mermaids are profoundly sensual and coquettish. One moment they were dancing and spinning together in the cove. The next moment, the mermaids teased and flirted with the landlocked seamen across the shore. A pod spent much of their time lounging in the white sands of the nearby cove, basking in the touch of the sun, while others preferred the shade of the aquamarine lagoon. 

I listened to their chatter and merriment as they swirled around me, joining in as I succumbed to their playfulness. I marveled as they graced their curves and fins in deep ebony seaweed or intricate and colorful fishing line, twisted and worked into beautiful lace as they draped it across their naked breasts. The courtly mermaids of Atlantis shared a close bond of sisterhood. I chuckled as I observed them giggling, trading bits and pieces of finery, or sharing their vessels with brilliant neon ambrosia.

Time moves much differently beneath the waves in the realm of Atlantis. Every moment within the kingdom washed away the barnacles and tube worms that were encrusted and weighed me down. There were no schedules, errands, or day jobs to pull at the mind. Instead, these responsibilities waited for me on shore. I was unfettered to explore my delights and conversations as I saw fit. 

It is common lore that mermaids are responsible for seducing fishermen and travelers who crisscross their waters. But, as I discovered, the tale is no myth. Like the thousands before me, I fell a willing victim to these sirens’ seductive tunes.

Ever a friend to mermaids, the Full Moon goddess wove her enchantments as she bathed Atlantis in her glittering diamond light. The mermaids’ enticement began with a mischievous game of truth or dare. Nothing too bold or uncomfortable. Kiss this willowy mermaid, tell this experience, or this mermaid has control of this mermaid for 30 seconds. Our voices rose in mirth as the mermaids floated, became more assured with each other, and gave into their playful inclinations. Not being bold enough before, the game allowed me to gently kiss two of my secret wishes as I held them in my arms. I shall forever be grateful for the decadent experience. 

I was incredibly honored to witness the seduction of a lithe mermaid as she stretched on a wooden beam reclaimed from some long-ago sunken vessel. Her sister mermaids surrounded her, caressing, stroking, and encouraging her pleasure as they moaned with the nimble mermaid. I marveled as her body bucked and her orgasm blossomed from the striking mermaid positioned between her long, elegant fins. 

I needed to know about this sensuous luxury and took my place on the polished beam. My Inner Goddess was wild in anticipation, while I felt slightly nervous. While an exhibitionist at heart, surrounded by so many alluring mermaids felt a bit daunting. I gripped the bit of spongy alabaster coral pillowed beneath my head to hide my trembling fingers. My Inner Goddess felt like a decadent dessert waiting to be devoured on a banquet table. 

Just as she had for the lithe mermaid, the stunning mermaid stationed herself as I spread myself before her.  Within her delicate palm, she clutched a pale pink clamshell. With expert cleverness, the mermaid pressed the clam to my pearl. Her luxurious auburn hair rippled and cascaded down her back in the soft light. This is the last thing I noted before my eyes rolled back as the clamshell intensified on my pearl.

Mermaids hovered around me, chattering and whispering. I felt their graceful hands embrace and fondle my body, trace my breasts, and run their fingers through my hair as I released myself and embraced this new experience. The clamshell’s wild vibrations claimed my first Atlantean orgasms.

My body rippled as the waves and vibrations controlled me. The stunning mermaid was genuinely skilled with her clamshell as she listened and watched my body’s response. She never forced my orgasm or demanded its presence but allowed the vibrations to do their work with softer or directed pressure as my body moved. 

With a last quivering gasp, I collapsed in euphoric release, taking a minute before gratefully kissing the mermaid from whose extraordinary hands my pleasure had been delivered. I adored hearing the coos and gentle laughter of the mermaids flitting around the cove. Some had already been in my position and were reclining in bliss, while others were waiting their turn on the ship’s timber. 

Everywhere, a warm glow shimmered as the Moon Goddess kept her watch over each cautious or ardent kiss. The Moon reveled with every fingertip whispering over naked skin or mermaids nestled together, spooning as their fins intertwined. The atmosphere was carefree and woven with currents of love, acceptance, and joy.

As the Moon Goddess kept her vigil from behind drifting clouds, my Inner Goddess implored us to fetch our vibrator as we took in the beguiling scenes around us. So, with a bit of timidity, I reclined on a seafoam-cushioned shell as I lazily placed my vibrator to the slight left of my pearl. I did not want to rush but simply enjoyed the intoxicating feminine magic as it swirled around me.

An elegant mermaid approached, white lace draped suggestively over her curves, that whispered around her hips and busom. She knelt on the seafloor, between my fins. Her adorable pixie face peeked up as she whispered, “I can help you with that.” A winsome mermaid floated close and thoughtfully placed spongy coral beneath the pixie mermaid’s fins to protect her from the abrasive seafloor. 

“Gawd, YESSSS!” My Inner Goddess exclaimed. “Ohh…if you’re sure.” That is all I can utter. The pixie mermaid did not respond but proceeded to sample and lick my already moist goddess.

Help me, she does as I give her control. My vibrator fell from my hand and was entirely forgotten on the sandy floor beneath us. Another mermaid hovered behind my shell, observing us before leaning down and tenderly kissing my parted lips. Her embrace grew as I responded until her caresses put to shame the intimate moment shared by Spider-Man and Mary Jane.

The pixie mermaid between my thighs teased and sucked as her coral lips sealed around my pearl. I tried to hold back, afraid the exhilaration of the encounter would be over far too soon. At that moment, a teasing emerald mermaid took a long cattail and traced my body in their feathery tendrils. The tips teased my breasts while the higher strands whispered over my lips and then up my cheek. The attention of the three desirable beauties and the cries and orgasms of the mermaids surrounding me was too irresistible. My orgasms overpowered my body and senses. Undeterred, the pixie remained, her lips firmly affixed to my goddess until my legs and body trembled in satisfaction. I blushed as she rose. Her merry eyes sparkled and danced as she licked her lips. I cupped her face and kissed her in profound appreciation for her talents and devotion.

The Emerald mermaid, circled my seafoam shell. Then, despite my protests, she lifted me into her powerful grasp and placed me on the altar in the center of the cove. I was an eager sacrifice for the citizens of Atlantis. I was an offering to the mermaid queen as she sat resplendent on her thrown, delighting and encouraging our erotic pleasures. I trembled slightly in anticipation as the mermaids hungrily circled their prey, twisting and moving closer with each rotation. 

I lay still on the plush, four-sided altar at the queen’s feet.  A fiery mermaid commanded me to hold fast to the nodule above my head. Another mermaid inquired if ship rigging was necessary to keep my hands in place.

“No,” responded the fiery mermaid,  “She’ll keep her hands there.”

Apparently, my brattiness had followed my Inner Goddess below the ocean surface. Hearing this exchange, my Inner Goddess responded, “The hell I will!” As both arms shot into the air in direct defiance. Unsure how the fiery mermaid would respond, I kept my eyes tightly sealed. Her voice was low and seductive in my ear. 

“I said,” she commanded, a slow growl rumbling in her voice, “to hold fast.”

There was no messing around with this authoritative mermaid, and I readily obeyed, not out of fear or trepidation but titillation. From the previous offerings, I had already witnessed the capability of these erotic mermaids. Every sense was heightened as I waited for the ceremony to begin. 

How does one even begin to recount an experience with the mermaids of Atlantis? There is not enough paint or colors in the world to accurately color your imagination for the sacrament and ritual that came from the fingers, implements, and mouths of the enchanting mermaids as their hands played with my body for our mutual delectation. Their siren song still serenades my memories, imploring me to join them beneath the waves once more.

Invisible hands worked my tiny ruby skirt above my hips as countless hands roamed my body. Icy chains, stolen from a pirate brigand, were teasingly dragged over my entire body. The freezing metal chilled my glistening skin and created a breathtaking distraction from the massaging caresses on other parts of my body. A frosty jellyfish aimlessly rolled along my blazing skin. Delicate hands flicked my pert nipples while their hot breath teased my Inner Goddess as she surrendered to the desires of Atlantis. These sensations were nearly enough to cause me to erupt like an underwater volcano. Still, I held back, restraining my Inner Goddess as long as possible, hoping to tarry in the salacious hands of the goddess mermaids for as long as possible. 

The Moon joined the sirens’ serenade as an emerald mermaid knelt at my dripping goddess. Her tongue was warm and enthusiastic, and I gloried in her dexterity. With the skill of a trained seductress, the Emerald mermaid guided my orgasm forward to the witness of all within the cove. Then with astounding power, she sent my body to another realm. I clawed and clutched at anything I could reach, coming over and over. I gasped as tiny starfish danced around my vision. My cries warbled to the dark splashing waves far above Atlantis. 

I do not think she intended it, but I loved the long tresses of the Emerald mermaid as they whispered over my thighs as her head wove back and forth between my legs. She left me shocked and limp, unable to move from her adoration of my goddess. 

My colossal orgasms did not yet sate the mermaids. An ethereal hand placed a powerful wand over my pearl, and within seconds, my jaw clenched as an almighty orgasm ripped through me. Hands never stopped caressing my skin. My left nipple was sucked into the mouth of one mermaid while the other breast was lovingly teased and pinched. I was delirious as my orgasms surged through me. The mermaids were relentless in their ministrations. The Emerald mermaid was not finished with me, and her amorous licks and flicks sustained my orgasmic bliss until infinity.

My Inner Goddess floated above me. We never wanted the Atlantean experience to end. We wondered how I could return to the surface world above after experiencing the warmth and perfection of mermaid lips on our goddess. Perhaps, we were ruined for life. 

The pirate’s icy chain returned to cool my perspiring skin. A mermaid flitted close to kiss my cheek and the corner of my mouth. I tried to return her embrace but was distracted as another mermaid positioned herself between my legs. A third mermaid at my goddess?!? My Inner Goddess quivered in wonderment and anticipation at the gift of this third mermaid as she knelt on the altar and lowered her lips to my goddess. 

With a remarkable and vigorous technique, the mermaid zeroed in on my pearl and began to suck and swirl with quickening skill. I shrieked and screamed as the mermaid’s lips stimulated and remained suctioned to my goddess as she attempted to extract my soul from my body. I began to slide off the altar in my staggering orgasm, but she held fast to my quaking fins. My screams rose to an ear-piercing octave under the mermaids’ astonishing skill. The stately Queen rose from her jewel-encrusted throne and enclosed my wails with her royal lips. At last, the mysterious mermaid slowed her control of my goddess and pearl. My cries faded to breathless moans, and the hypnotic music from Sebastian’s band could once more be heard within the cove.  

“That’s how you shut her up!” Teased the Queen.  My slightly embarrassed laughter joined that of her ravishing entourage. 

I tilted my head, fluttered, and opened my eyes for the first time since I had been placed on the altar. I had to know who the last mermaid was as she rested between my limp fins. An adorable fairy face greeted me. 

“I’ve never asked a woman to marry me before,” I pant. “Marry me?” The Fairy mermaid giggled with unbridled mirth as she straddled me. Then, taking my face between her soft hands, she said, “Yes,” and kissed me before collapsing over me as we burst into laughter. 

“We’re engaged!” I teasingly shouted to the amusement of the other mermaids. I hugged the Fairy mermaid close in gratitude as she rose. The Emerald mermaid swam close, and I pulled her near for an embrace. I exulted in the alluring sugar of her lips and the elusive mischief dancing within her dark eyes. 

I savored the experience, luxuriating in the colorful pale lighting of Atlantis, the bewitching beauty of the mermaids, and the sensuality of our time together. My body begged me to stay put, positive we were too weak to move. However, my Inner Goddess was aflame and ready to patronize the next willing sacrifice on the Atlantean altar. I yearned for every mermaid to feel as aroused and impassioned as I did.

I had my chance when the Queen took her place on the altar. I was entranced as the mermaids swarmed her body in worship and adoration. We moved and flowed over her in perfect synchronicity. I marveled at the experience of the Atlantean mermaids. Sometimes I found myself unmoving as my eyes followed their sweeping moves, their lips on the Queen’s flesh, their fingers buried within her goddess. The Queen writhed in their arms in unconstrained euphoria. 

The Atlantean mermaids remained utterly unaffected by the current of Time’s circling dance. A few mermaids sought contentment or satisfaction in each other’s arms. Others sparkled and danced beneath the luminescence of the Moon Goddess. Honeyed ambrosia flowed as pods of mermaids teased sailors or lounged on soft sponges and shared stories of their most salacious encounters with the men of the surface world. There was such a feeling of warm acceptance and sisterhood, utterly unlike anything I had ever experienced beforehand. My heart felt fully enveloped in the unfettered adoption of the alluring mermaids of Atlantis. 

Time cannot be forever ignored. The world of men and responsibilities beckoned me to return. With a sigh, I gathered my belongings in preparation for my vertical ascent. My Inner Goddess moped as my time amongst the alluring mermaids came to a close. Yet, I knew I was leaving richer in friendships and connections than when my head first dipped below the waves. My soul glowed with memories held as precious jewels. 

I shall remember my visit to the captivating world of Atlantis and the enthralling mermaids who reside there for the rest of my days. What I can most certainly tell you is that you have truly not lived until you kissed a mermaid, or two…or three. 

Until next time, XO. Elsie