#3034: Limassol, Cyprus
Original photo: @art.sequence
After unveiling her sculpture in the seaside park, Mariliza’s celebration takes an intimate turn with her longtime best friend, Theo. Under a setting sun and beside crashing waves, friendship gives way to desire—and nothing will ever be the same again.
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Transcript
Mariliza buzzed with nervous energy as she made her way toward the Seaside Sculpture Park. The sun hung high in a bright sky, warm on her skin, though the sea breeze offered a cooling touch. Salt clung to the air, faint but ever-present, as anticipation swelled inside her. Today marked the most important moment of her artistic life, and she longed for the ceremony to begin—if only to release the pressure mounting inside her chest.
A gentle touch at her elbow grounded her. Theo had arrived—her best friend for years, the steady presence she trusted most. His warm smile cut through her nerves with surprising ease. He looked confident, calm, and quietly reassuring—everything she needed in that whirlwind moment.
Her stomach twisted with anxiety, and when he took her hand in his, the simple contact sent a wave of heat through her. He didn’t know the depth of her feelings—how long she’d silently wished for something more than friendship—but she had never found the courage to speak those truths. The fear of losing him always kept her still.
But today was about more than longing. Today was about standing before the world.
As they approached the park, her pulse quickened. A small stage had been set up near the water’s edge. Nearby stood the sculpture—still hidden beneath a covering. She had poured months into that piece, and now it stood waiting, ready to meet the eyes of strangers. Journalists drifted across the grass. A curious crowd had gathered. The scale of it all made her breath shallow.
An event organizer signaled that it was time. Though she wasn’t ready, readiness no longer mattered.
She turned once more to Theo, seeking a last bit of strength. He placed his hands gently on her shoulders, grounding her again with his steady gaze. Then, without warning, he leaned in and kissed her.
It was brief—unexpected and electric. Her lips tingled, stunned by the jolt of heat that followed. His casual smile afterward only added to the weight of the moment. And just like that, her thoughts shifted. The crowd, the nerves, the fear—everything else faded.
When she stepped up to the microphone, her voice emerged steady and sure. She spoke of her work: a woman carved in metal, poised on the edge of a cliff. Though sculpted from cold, unyielding material, the figure expressed grace and weightlessness—an emotional contrast of steel and soul.
The unveiling was met with a wave of applause. Her chest swelled with pride as the crowd responded. She scanned the audience and found Theo, his wide smile and raised thumb sending her heart fluttering once again.
After the formalities, questions came in a flurry—from reporters, curators, passersby. She answered them all with growing confidence. Eventually, the ceremony wound down, and the crowd dispersed.
Back at Theo’s side, the atmosphere had shifted. The air between them was charged now—thick with things unspoken.
He had arranged a private picnic to celebrate. Grateful for the escape, she followed him along the shore. They passed bustling beachgoers and wandered into a quiet inlet framed by rocks. A blanket was already laid out, a basket beside it. Champagne flutes shimmered in the sunlight as he poured.
They talked, recapping the day. Yet the tension between them simmered beneath every word, every glance. The sun dipped low, bathing the sea in crimson and gold.
Eventually, the question she’d been holding surfaced. The kiss lingered in her memory, and now, Theo’s gaze had turned softer, more serious. His answer came not just with words but with intent—something long buried rising to the surface. He had wanted that kiss. He had wanted her. And he needed to know if she felt the same.
She did.
Their second kiss carried everything the first could not. It was slower, deeper, thick with years of restraint finally unraveling. Clothes came off in bursts of need, fingers trembling with urgency and discovery. Their hands mapped one another’s bodies, finding rhythm in the unfamiliar made familiar by years of closeness.
They collapsed onto the blanket, the crash of waves masking breathless moans. No longer bound by friendship, they moved into something wholly new.
Mariliza climbed onto his lap, naked and flushed. His cock pressed hard beneath her, but she didn’t rush. Instead, she teased—kissing down his chest, lower still, her mouth finding him with aching slowness. Her tongue played against his skin, drawing moans and curses from deep in his throat.
She took him into her mouth, inch by inch, slow and wet. Her tongue swirled around his tip, lips moving deliberately as her hands steadied his thighs. He trembled beneath her, a fist clutching the blanket. She didn’t stop until he came, warmth spilling across her tongue. She kissed him after, letting him taste the moment on her lips—intimate, raw, and real.
Then he flipped her onto her back, reaching for a condom—prepared, even now. She laughed softly, unable to help the smile tugging at her lips.
He hovered over her, teasing her slit with the tip of his cock. Her hips lifted in need. And when he finally pushed inside, she gasped—filled completely. The feeling was overwhelming. It was him. The one she had always wanted.
He moved deeper, faster. Their bodies met in frantic rhythm, heat and salt and sunlight blending into a blur. She moaned against his mouth, clinging to him as the wind tangled their breath. It was imperfect. Wild. Beautiful.
Her orgasm hit hard—tight and sharp, her body clamping down as waves of pleasure took her. He followed quickly, their cries tangled in the open air.
After, they lay together beneath the darkening sky, tangled in limbs and fading light.
Mariliza knew this day would stay with her forever—not because of the sculpture or the accolades, not even because of the applause.
But because of this.
Because of them.