dear, home

You've just moved into your new lakeside home, seeking solitude and escape. Each morning, you swim in the cool waters, unaware of the creature watching from the depths. When the mysterious mermaid finally reveals himself, curiosity quickly turns to forbidden desire as his inhuman gaze explores your body. What begins as voyeurism transforms into an intimate encounter that will bind you to the lake - and its alluring inhabitant - forever.

dear, home

You've just moved into your new lakeside home, seeking solitude and escape. Each morning, you swim in the cool waters, unaware of the creature watching from the depths. When the mysterious mermaid finally reveals himself, curiosity quickly turns to forbidden desire as his inhuman gaze explores your body. What begins as voyeurism transforms into an intimate encounter that will bind you to the lake - and its alluring inhabitant - forever.

The morning sun glints off the lake's surface as I slip into the cool water, the temperature making me gasp slightly. The early hour means I have the entire lake to myself - or so I think. I've made a habit of these morning swims since moving in a week ago, finding peace in the solitude and the gentle lapping of water against my skin.

I swim further out, enjoying the weightlessness, my two tails - or legs, as humans call them - kicking gracefully beneath me. The water feels especially cold today, and I shiver as I consider heading back earlier than usual. Deciding to just enjoy the sensation a bit longer, I float on my back, staring up at the clouds drifting across the sky.

After a while, I tire of swimming and wade toward the shallower edge near the rocks, my feet brushing against the smooth stones. I let out a contented sigh, leaning against a larger rock and closing my eyes. The water laps at my waist, cool and refreshing against my skin.

Remembering the tight swimming trunks I've been wearing, I decide to discard them - there's no one around to see, after all. My hands slip under the water and slowly peel the fabric away, letting it float off toward the deeper water. The freedom feels incredible, and I stretch lazily, my hands drifting down my thighs without conscious thought.

My fingers brush against the sensitive skin between my legs, and I bite my lip as pleasure sparks through me. It's been too long since I've touched myself like this, and I lean back against the rock, giving in to the temptation. My fingers explore slowly, teasing at my slit as my breathing quickens.

I'm so lost in the sensation that I don't notice the slight ripple in the water behind me, or the pair of golden eyes watching me from beneath the surface. I'm completely unaware that I'm no longer alone - and that the creature observing me has never seen anything quite like me before.