Naked Bodies and Naked Souls

By Morton Rowling

For those who know her, Dr. Mili Site, MD, an ophthalmologist, looks like she has it all.  Few know she has a serious anxiety disorder, forcing her to be alone, single, while watching others with their significant others wherever she looks and goes. Naked in midocean, not expecting to go back to shore, she finds Pete.

***Excerpt: She wonders if there are any sharks around, feeling embarrassed that the shark would eat her naked, as if being eaten clothed is less humiliating than being eaten in the nude.  She wonders which body part a shark would first go for.  The arms, legs, head, or breasts?

            "Okay, Mili." A man's voice says.  "that's enough."  He has a deep, masculine voice.  She reaches up and pushes her hair to the side to see him.  She tries to ignore the burning sensation in her eyes from the salty water.

            He's wearing a white robe and sitting on his white horseback.  The spectacle is so funny she couldn't stop herself from laughing.

            "Y… You're riding your horse." She points out.  "I thought horses have all but seized to be the traditional mode of transportation.  But seeing you on horseback, and in water, is just funny."  She lets out a soft laugh.

              She takes a second to contemplate her nudity in front of that man, wondering how much of her exposed skin he can see in water.

            "Are you trying to kill yourself, Mili?" the man asks.  He does not move toward her.  She wonders if she's so ugly this man doesn't find the urge to look at her, touch her, feel her creamy soft skin under his hands.

            "Um. What's your name?" She finds herself asking.

"Call me Pete." the man replies, still not looking her direction.

            "Do you want to have sex with me?" she questions.  The question is pathetical, she feels stupid asking it.  The man has yet to look her in the eye, much less lay his eyes on her naked body.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Blind Date
• Release date: Apr 25, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201140571

Morton Rowling

Morton Rowling is a licensed attorney who is completely blind.  He’s funny as heck, spending half of his time cracking jokes.  Morton works in the field of Civil Rights, and No, he’s not a prosecutor. He enjoys spending time outdoors, walking, getting lost, reading books, and ticking people off by being honest to a fault.

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Naked Bodies and Naked Souls

MORTON ROWLING

Chapter 1

As if she were intoxicated , she makes her way to an area her friend had told her about.  She feels the wind blowing, feels her hair flying with it, covering her eyes.  She pushes forward, hoping it won’t rain, knowing rain in Washington is the norm, not the exception.

She glances at her wrist watch and sees the clock has struck 1:00 am.  As if the time has given her a push, she picks up her pace until she finally sees the grayish water, the waves crashing against the shore.  She stops a second to soak the scene, then, without much hesitation, she sets on doing what she has long wanted to do.

In one fluid move, she takes off her pink slippers, then tiny black skirt, pink panties, and sky-blue sports bra.  The only item remaining on her body is her black leather watch.  She takes it off and places her items all in one black plastic bag that she hides next to a tree.

She takes a second to feel her nudity in the cold air.  Looks at her flawless skin, breasts, thighs.  Then she looks at the water, at the waves.  The area is isolated, so it’s unlikely that anybody would see her.  Her teeth chatter from the cold, then, in one quick move, she starts running, naked, the same way she was born, she finds herself running and running.  Her hair flying in every direction, covering her eyes, going into her mouth.  Then, in another swift move, she pushes towards the water.  She goes forward and forward until she feels the wet sand beneath her feet.  She feels the cold water on her skin, then the wave covers her feet to the ankles.  She picks up the pace, pushing against the direction of the waves to the deep water.  She runs faster and faster, slipping on the rough sand into the water.

Soon, the water becomes deep, too deep for her to walk or run, so she starts swimming, naked.  The waves push her to the shore, naked.  She pushes forward into the depth of the Pacific.

She finds herself swimming and swimming, naked.  The water is cold, extremely cold on her sensitive skin.  Her wet hair covers her eyes, blocking her eyesight.  But what does eyesight matter in mid-ocean?  She wonders if there are any sharks around, feeling embarrassed that the shark would eat her naked, as if being eaten clothed is less humiliating than being eaten in the nude.  She wonders which body part a shark would first go for.  The arms, legs, head, or breasts?

Okay, Mili. A man’s voice says.  that’s enough.  He has a deep, masculine voice.  She reaches up and pushes her hair to the side so that she can see him.  She tries to ignore the burning sensation in her eyes from the salty water.

He’s wearing a white robe and sitting on his white horseback.  The spectacle is so funny she couldn’t stop herself from laughing.

Y... You’re riding your horse. She points out.  I thought horses have all but seized to be the traditional mode of transportation.  But seeing you on horseback, and in water, is just funny.  She lets out a soft laugh.

She takes a second to contemplate her nudity in front of that man, wondering how much of her exposed skin he can see in water.

Are you trying to kill yourself, Mili? the man asks.  He does not move toward her.  She wonders if she’s so ugly this man doesn’t find the urge to look at her, touch her, feel her creamy soft skin under his hands.

Um. What’s your name? She finds herself asking.

Call me Pete. the man replies, still not looking her direction.

Do you want to have sex with me?