just me being me, styxx song style
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Posted:May 21, 2015 12:40 am
Last Updated:May 8, 2024 4:48 am
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It’s one of those warm, lazy days of summer that seem to stretch on forever. The light breeze of the ocean water is refreshing as it stirs the sails on our boat, their gentle flapping almost in rhythm with the waves lapping at the hull. The sky is a bright blue backdrop that makes the stark white sails seem to jump out at the eyes.
Our idealic cruise has taken us all over the bays and lagoons of the island resort we are on, there are tiny islands to explore, peaceful stretches of white beach without any sign of humanity anywhere, the strange and exotic sounds of the wildlife in the jungle betraying a vibrant ecosystem that has yet to be spoiled by modern day people. The calls of the wild birds is a reminder of what could be, if we left everything up to nature.
The sun is starting to lower in the sky as we prepare our evening meal, get the meat marinating, a nice pork souvlaki, with a light dusting of oregano and garlic, a hint of lemon zest in the olive oil. It will be a nice appetizer before the main course of grilled fresh fish and pasta, with a local salad side dish.
As the sun is lowering quickly into the water on the horizon, we decide to go for a quick swim. You dive effortlessly into the water, your shapely bottom sans swimming suit, after all, who but a few birds is around to see? You come up spitting water and shaking your head to clear the hair from your face, laughing out loud as you see me with my life jacket on, preparing to drop like a rock into the warm water. You get a gleam in your eye as you stroke effortlessly over to me in the water. A quick kiss that gets deeper and more serious as we get aroused, the water so warm and enveloping on our naked skin. You laugh and slip out of my arms “Come catch me if you want more of that, big boy!”
You hear me muttering as I flail my way towards you, something about knowing how fish feel out of water. With a flick of your legs, you’re away and laughing again, circling me, reaching in to grab my butt and pinch, then darting back away before I can turn.
I laugh, and give up, laying back and enjoying the sheer freedom of it all, dreaming up my revenge, it will involve something erotic, you know that, it’s why you tease me.
We climb back aboard the gently bobbing boat as the sun sets, it happens so fast out on the ocean in the tropics! Our meal is ready to be cooked, all the exercise and fresh sea air has our appetites inflamed. You nestle into one of the deck loungers, letting the breeze dry you after a quick rinse of fresh water. I head down to the tiny galley to start dinner, a glass of wine is handed up to you through the hatch, it appears as if floating magically. You can here me puttering away, preparing another feast that will be fuel for the fun and games later!
You can hear the souvlaki sizzling, as it is presented on bamboo skewers, with wedges of lemon to flavour it. We devour it greedily, it’s been hours since lunch, 3 beaches and lagoons ago. The flavour of the meat is highlighted by the distinctive aroma of the sea air as it slides in our nostrils to combine with the food. A quick kiss as I take the plate below, and prepare the main course, grilled freshly caught sea bass, there are two small ones that we caught earlier. Of course, you point out that the one you caught is slightly bigger, and my story about the huge one that got away went on deaf ears.
There’s no room in the tiny galley for two, so you stay on deck, marvelling at the way the stars are shining so brightly, there are only a few marker lights shining on the boat, and a rectangle of yellow light shining up through the hatch. The aroma of the fish, lightly seasoned with some herbs, sautéed with peppers and onion, sets your mouth watering. There will be more than enough with the two fish, and the pasta. You set up the blanket on the deck, arrange the plates and cutlery I hand up to you. Next comes the fish, golden brown and cooked to perfection, the peppers still a little crunchy. A nice butter herb pasta, and fresh local salad round out the meal.
As we sit and enjoy the delicate fish, we talk over the day’s sights and sounds, the group of local fishermen who had waved as they passed, laughing as you had run for a towel to hide your nakedness, they had seen it all before! As we laugh and stare into each other’s eyes over the weak light of the lantern, your gaze narrows in shock as you look over my shoulder. I turn to see a huge ship passing by, a cruise ship, all lit up for the night. It’s size is overpowering to the mind, it’s miles away, and still looks huge! We can barely hear the engines over the muted music and laughter coming from the floating party of gluttony that is a cruise ship.
We return to our meal, shaking our heads at people spending their money to be cooped up on a ship, when they could enjoy the entire local area for half the price!
As I refill our glasses from the bottle, you notice a gleam in my eyes….you know that gleam, and what it means!
The dishes are forgotten as we cuddle up under a blanket, the stars our movie theatre, the ocean breezes providing a gentle symphony, the furled sails mute now as we ride at anchor.
The daytime noises from the island have changed to different, more scurrying sounds, rustling leaves in the night, the odd splash as a fish is chased to surface by some unknown predator.
Our mutual warmth under the blanket is comforting as we lean back, your back against my chest. You twist around, so your face is looking up at me for a more serious kiss that is broken only when there is a splash beside the boat, it’s a sea bird, attracted by the scent of the fish remaining on our plates. I scrape the fish into the water for it to feast on, so we can recline in peace. With a hoot of thanks, it scoops up the morsels and moves away silently into the darkness.
When I turn back to you, there are pillows and more blankets on the deck, how you got them so fast is a mystery, one of those things women are taught in school while the boys are in gym, learning about jock itch.
We give each other sips of wine, the taste of it on our lips as we kiss slowly and deeply, my hands cupping your face softly to draw you in closer, our eyes sparkling in the low light. Tongues flicking gently, lips getting hotter and more urgent, we embrace tightly, my lips sliding down your neck while my hands slide up to cup your breasts, teasing your nipples into hardness, stroking the undersides gently, my fingers barely touching, the heat from my fingers inflaming you into even more ardent kissing.
My kisses are slower now, as my lips brush your ear, then slide down your neck, laughing and grinning as I move lower, knowing how you enjoy the feel of my hot lips on your pert nipples! There is a surprise for you though, as I ask you to close your eyes and lay back. You recline languidly, my eyes enjoying the sight of your naked body as I lower myself to play your body like a flute in a master’s hands.
You can feel my breath on your nipples as my tongue circles a nipple, then slides erotically all over your breasts, it’s driving you nuts and something else, very soft, barely felt as it ring in their heat as they kiss slowly and hotly, my tongue flicking laughingly as I follow it down your body. You know what it is now, a feather, from one of the pillows, a soft, downy feather that fluttered to the deck to be an impromptu assistant in my erotic games.
The feel of the soft down as it caresses your belly, going slowly lower, your belly contracting slightly, breath catching as it teases your pube area. My lips tease you a bit, barley grazing your garden of delight before moving on, to the inside of your thighs, tickling a bit behind the knee, then tracing your leg down to the toe, each toe in turn getting teased and kissed.
I slide up your leg again, to pay more attention to those breasts for a few minutes, my mouth and tongue sucking in the nipple to play with my moist tongue while my fingers explore your pussy slowly, enjoying the warmth and wetness of it. Yes, you’re wet, very wet and ready, but I have other plans for you! You grab my hair and pull me up for a crushing kiss, but I’m in a whimsical mood, and want to make it last!
My fingers continue to stroke you, your clit emerging to play with my fingers as I slide down your body , kissing all the way, until you can feel my mouth on your pussy, savouring the taste of your love juices, lips sucking your clit into my mouth to play with my tongue while one finger slides into your tight little pussy to explore there. The feel of it all has you moaning deeply now, pelvis thrusting into my face to get more pressure on your clit as my finger probes your depths, curling slightly to find that special spot up top, that spongy little morsel that will drive you nuts when I stroke it! The combination of my lips, tongue, and finger has you close to cumming, but I hold you back, my finger withdrawing until it is barley inserted in your wetness, where it slides in and out just slightly, not even an inch at a time! Your pussy is throbbing with pleasure, your mind focused on my ministrations, as my finger slides further in with each stroke now, curving up to probe your g-spot, my mouth and tongue cavorting with your engorged clit, it’s so hot and hard now, almost withdrawing as you near climax, but I suck it out gently, to drive you over the edge while my finger finds your g-spot and rubs it into a frenzy to match your clit. Your fingers entwined in my hair, forcing my face harder into your pussy now, your hips shaking with pleasure as you strain up to meet me.
Your first orgasm rocks you fiercely, but it is just the start, I hold on, and keep your clit in my mouth, sucking and flicking with my tongue while my fingers massage your g-spot into a second, then third wave of orgasmic pleasure, your breath coming in heaves as you strain and flex your muscles, letting go and letting it envelope you, your orgasm trickling down to a gentle rhythmic contraction that almost matches your breathing as you come down slowly, my lips teasing you gently while you enjoy the after shocks.
As you lean back, exhausted, you stare at the starry sky, and wonder to yourself, “If this is foreplay, what will the main course of sex be like?”
As if in answer, I slide up beside you, you can feel my ridged hardness against you while I give you a deep kiss and hug….”hmmmm, time for dessert?”
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honesty in advertising
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Posted:May 20, 2015 11:55 pm
Last Updated:Sep 9, 2016 10:44 pm
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Ok, I am a guy who believes in being honest. Shoot me. Why is it fair for some people to be totally dishonest in their profiles, and think it is cool? Whether it is outdated pics, or totally photoshopped pics, or just the simple courtesy of showing up when you say you will meet?
I have been a member of this site for many years, used to be lovetolaugh69, met some great people and had alot of fun, but i notice more and more, that people are almost surprised when a person is honest here, and forthright.
If you are getting up in age, do not try to hang with the younger crowd, they re not interested at all. If you have an average body say so, not "fit for my age"
I have no hang ups on body size or type, many larger girls have tighter pussies than smaller ones, and they know how to use them!
I know I am getting older, but, I hope honesty will never go out of style!
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