Letters to Domai
Sometimes it's in hindsight that you discover where it all began...
Water is the source of life, no? We can live for many days without food, but not long without water. Women and water are to me the source of life itself, something so natural and yet so spell-binding.
It struck me recently what it was in my past that affected me so strongly; what lead to my appreciation of that magical combination of beautiful women and water. It was the summer and my brother and I were members of a horse club back in Canada. This club would hold it's annual camp at a girls boarding school, which had the barns and facilities for such an event. Instead of staying in the empty dormitory rooms, we cleaned out our own horse stalls and slept comfortably in sleeping bags on the floor.
My older brother and I were the only male members of the horse club of about twenty females. As such, we were taken under the wings of the two oldest girls, and they would call us their "boyfriends". There was nothing sexual about it, and we quite enjoyed the attention these young ladies gave us. They would sneak into our stall at night with their sleeping bags, telling us the secrets of being a teenager. I can truly say that the girl who chose me, Gwen, was my first crush.
Well, by the end of the camp my brother and I had heard of the girls' plan to go skinny-dipping in the pool on the final night. Believing that strictly no boys would be allowed at such an event, we plotted to spy on them from the darkness of the bushes.
However, our "girlfriends" would have nothing of that, and declared that my brother and I would be invited along! I have some vivid memories of the night of the swim. The darkness of the warm summer evening, being shy about taking my clothes off with so many girls around, but knowing that every one else would be feeling the same. The image that I can still see is that of Gwen and her friend casually taking their clothes off by the poolside (they were the oldest and the most developed, and therefore the most confident), and whispering to my brother and I how great it was to be in the water naked.
I can see them slipping out of their tops and shorts, and me seeing two beautiful women in their underwear and then naked, for the first time. Once we were in the water there was much shrieking and laughing, and I can remember seeing the torch-lights of the girls who stood watch to make sure everyone was safe in the pool. I swam near Gwen and would duck underwater and hold my breath for as long as I could so I could get a glimpse of Gwen in the torch-lights, in all her beauty, gracefully swimming about the pool.
Although I was very young then, and it truly was all so innocent, I think that summer has never left me. I will always be struck by the grace and beauty of the female body under or around water. So I say "bring on the summer, the lakes, the ocean, the pools! let there be water, and thank heaven for beautiful women!"
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