Date: 11/10/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Author: im4real, Source: sexstories.com
decide to move along the shore line to my right, hoping I can find where they are hiding. Watching the water for any small ripple, the telltale sign of the “big one”, I notice movement in the reflection of the bluff. Focusing my gaze on the top of the rock face, I once again see a small movement. “A lot further than I remember”, you realize as you finally reach the rocky summit. “And a lot further down too,” you begin to wonder if this was such a good idea as you look down at the water, 50 feet below. “Oh well, I was scared as a kid too, and that didn’t stop me then and it won’t now.” With that exclamation, you gather all your courage and run to and over the edge of the bluff. Launching yourself into the air to rocket downwards towards, hopefully, a soft landing. Oh the feel of falling, reaching for that elusion of flying, your eyes closed, relishing in all the raw sensations assaulting your senses. The abrupt impact of the waters surface comes much sooner than you had expected, not quite ready for that yet, you feel the intense pain signing that something has gone wrong. As you swim back to the surface the pain felt in your foot raises the fear that maybe you won’t be able to swim back to the safe shallow depths. The first kick of the pain filled foot, causes you to give out a short yell. “Wouldn’t you know it, the whole sane world is working and some fool decides to come and ruin my fishin”, I feel outraged that someone would have the gull to fuckup my day. I watch as ...