Babbacombe Bubbling

June 21

Okay so this is a true story...quite a few years ago I went diving in Babbacombe in the UK. After chatting with some women who were swimming and helping one with her wetsuit, I continued getting ready to dive. I saw the women pulling their swim hats on and head off onto the sea.

I too entered the sea and swam around bubbling gently. I couldn't help but wonder if I'd see the wetsuited women swimming above my position and got thinking of pulling one under, sharing my air with her for a play. My imagination ran wild, pulling her down by her ankle into the depths, watching her struggle and panic as she tried to swim to the surface....of course I'd have let her have air when needed but was turned on by the idea of it all.

I kept swimming, and eventually lay on the sandy sea bed, looking up at the surface 10m above me. The hiss of air as I drew breath and the loud bubbling as I exhaled. It was the***utic. I listened to the the bubbles getting quieter as they got further away from me. I was relaxed but hard, and started rubbing myself through my wetsuit. I imagined running out of air as I lay on the sea bed, and pushed my tongue into the regulator so it was more difficult to breathe.

Rubbing my crotch felt good, but not great. The wetsuit was just too thick for the desired effect...even if I did think of a beautiful wetsuited woman in a swimcap kneeling over me and taking my air when she needed it.

One day I'd like to repeat the experience, but maybe in warmer waters...with a beautiful dive companion who can appreciate the scenario.....a unicorn you say? Probably...but pleasant to imagine at least