The Glow is an erotic romance novel with a shot of Sci-fi gracefully thrown in.
Louis Amhurst was a talented artist that lived in Key West. He lived on a sailboat and sailed between Key West and the Bahamas regularly. He sold just enough art to keep himself in food, fuel, and beer, and was content with his life.
One time, on a solo journey, exhausted Louis discovered a small island that was not on the charts. There was a salt pond on this island that was occupied by a water based entity. She had a strong influence on Louis and he keeps returning to her.
Once, while in the Bahamas, Louis met Riki, from Ukraine, while swimming. Her family was wealthy and in political exile. They fell in love and planned to be married, until Louis met her maid of honor Berlin. Berlin was wild, creative, and had no restrictions. Again, he was in love.
But what about the alien?
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Once away from shore, I kicked on the chart plotter and located the salt pond. I locked my manual autopilot onto the course and checked it for the first half hour against the chart plotter. With everything in order, I turned off all the electronics except the running lights and the VHF. My batteries were old, and I used them conservatively.
I had an old radar detector from the eighties that chirped like crazy if it got hit by any ship radar for several miles. I got it from someone’s trash for free. I plugged it into the twelve-volt outlet.
I brought a pillow and blanket from below deck and put on my vest and tether. I wrapped the blanket around my body and lay down on the cockpit cushions. I dropped my face into the big feather pillow, and I could still smell Riki’s perfume.
“I’ll be so happy when my memory fades,” I said to the sailboat.
We decided to move forward on the sailboat’s deck. Each event was getting shorter due to our increased sensitivity. By the time we got to the anchor locker, even a gentle touch was a bit too much. She had her hands on the bow rails with the jib sail as a backdrop to starboard. The big orange sunset glowed dead ahead of us, and the grey freighter to port was long gone.
I held her hips in each hand and indulged sensuously between them. There was no stopping now. I reached around and below her chest, located a nipple, and squeezed it painfully as I humped faster and faster.
Our screams of electrical ecstasy echoed across the ocean. I let myself fall back into the jib sail. Berlin clung to my naked body with her head buried in my neck. She wasn’t letting go. I felt her body experiencing waves of tremors as the aftershocks slowly faded.
We were less than a day from our channel, and our thoughts shifted to burying the evidence. The digital photos were all on the computer, and the toys were all sterilized and back in the bottom drawer. The photo from the yacht club was innocent enough. The painting was on its way to Germany, and any bruises or sore spots had healed and were being tanned.
As we got within four hours of Key West, Berlin started gathering her clothes, packing everything and putting them in her cabin. She also changed the sheets in the master cabin and added them to the laundry bag (pillowcases) containing the towels and wet swimsuits. She packed all of my things too, and she found the bowl of jewelry in the head.
“Louis, do you want me to pack your jewelry, or are you going to wear it ashore?” she asked as she admired the ring.
“Just pack it. Thanks!” I said.
She was admiring the salt pond ring in the sunlight and watching the colorful fireworks that reflected like a disco ball onto the bathroom ceiling. She slipped it on her finger. Then she turned and looked at it closely in the mirror. She felt an electrical shock as she saw her own eyes glow green. She screamed.