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The aft stateroom clock’s hour hand flicked to 6AM. The woman in my arms passion ended when she passed out. Porsche let her imagination rule her mind for an erotic passionate experience. The mental message was, “I have no
limitations.” Her tiny waist became my pillow, but I could not sleep. I tasted her soft skin. The mental message I received was, “I wanted more sex."
She lay naked across the bed. Her beautiful white body was paint on a canvas of powder blue satin sheets. My artistic state ended as my hands ran over the curves of her figure. My mind spoke, “more sex.” My body answered, “I’m ready.” Slowly I lifted the 110 lbs of passion and placed her head on the goose down pillow trying not to wake my lover. I artistically arranged her long blond hair to its original swirl covering one
breast, and kissed her. I was enchanted by her magnificent beauty and could not resist the effect she had on me. My body completely covered her and I felt a warm sensation again. She moaned, “Let me get a few winks and then ask me for another wish.”
I kissed her check, and whispered into her ear, “Your wet and warm. Sleep if you can, while I comfort you this time.” Her body was like a rag doll when I sexually exercised with ever once of strength I had left. She was physical exhausted from an emotional love attack and
fell in and out of consciousness several times. I whispered in her ear, “One more time. I can’t resist you, one more time.” There was no response. She had passed out. I said to her, “Sleep,
I’ll wake you with breakfast.” As I kissed her forehead I committed myself. “I’ll love you after mimosas.”
Rays of morning light peaked through the upper porthole salon windows. The blend of fresh ground coffee beans stimulated
me. A few ideas began to formulate into a project and I began to write another romance novel. Pressing my fingers to the keys of the laptop created three tittles. “Passion Island, One Magical Moment, maybe I should call the story Cucamonga. Why
not just Swept Away Two? What title should I call this book? Doesn’t matter much the publisher will probably prefer to select a more marketable title?” Romance novels were fun to write. They did not require the extensive research of political thriller mystery stories. I looked
around the salon at the soft leather couch and rather large custom coffee table. Across from the sofa was the new thirty-inch flat screen with VCR and Sony surround sound system. I had remodeled the book case area for the computer desk and snuggly fit two towers. The compact design area allowed me the ability to operate my web business. Romance novels had paid for the Yacht, but the Super-Mall Host web business had made me a rich man.
As I outlined three chapters I remembered Porches words, “If I could only open a business that I would enjoy.” The statement haunted me for a few minutes and I began to write concept notes. Kayak, Kayak Adventures, Kayak Sunset Cruises, Kayak Moonlight Cruises, run a pro-forma statement. It was the numbers that became interesting, Fifty to seventy people on Saturdays and Sundays producing remarkable profits. I
took the next step a web page with 35 frame gifs and text that sizzled with adventure and romance. An hour later I added music and a small business was born.
Twenty-four hours ago I met the woman, played with her all day, and loved her all night. The experience was so stimulating that I created a web site, and wrote a business plan that could fore fill a wish. I could not wait to share the gesture of the commercial venture with her. I wanted her affection and reminded myself she made me horny as hell. Since breakfast is the most important meal of the day I prepared a delicious tray. The memory of the
night filled my mind with a serving of sexual mental images. Food and sex was today’s agenda. I said to myself, “Pretty woman you slept long enough.”
The split-level aft cabin had three steps down. A dark bedroom required some sexy light for morning exercises. I drew the curtains and awaiting her senses to accept the aroma of bacon and bulldog eggs.
The sent of ground vanilla coffee beans steamed
with aroma. She had kicked the covers off and her soft white skin prompted me to wake her affectionately. I kissed her calf, licked the erotic clef in the back bend behind the knee, and messaged her thighs. The faint voice purred, “Oooooh higher, higher, please a little higher.” I obliged her suggestion and enjoyed my breakfast. Twenty minutes later I said, “Your eggs are cold.” She had a different expression on her face and a sexual appetite. Twenty minutes later I picked her up into my arms and headed for the master baths shower. The tight space of the small shower was
just enough room for her legs to circle my waist, as the wall became a mattress. Twenty minutes of sex and we both agreed we were refreshed and ready for a day of adventure.
The earthy colors of spacious salon were inviting. Her barefoot stepped on soft ninety-once wall-to-wall carpet. The mature woman was as playful as my Cucamonga sex child. She rolled around the floor anticipating my
desires. I did not want to commit just yet. She was an exquisite performer on a floor stage. Tiffany proportions performance require
expensive props. A sable coat would have created a new lovers dance. The performance became intoxicating. At one point overwhelming with erotica. Her voice command and open arms invitation broth immediate response. "We have waited long enough." Twenty minutes later after a floor trapeze act we were furiously sweating. Floor exercise had turned to conversation and I asked a question.
“When do we eat?” She said, “I’ll have mine now. Twenty minutes later I was exhausted and delighted with her table manners.
Our conversation took us to the sofa. We playfully joked and answered one another’s questions. “What are your deepest desires?” An interesting
and stimulating question for any man. I pride myself as a philosopher, so when an intelligent woman penetrates the depths of my heart I have an emotional outburst of affectionate comments. My smile was an indication. My tastes of her body had given her all the clues she needed. As a young man I was a tit man like most. I graduated to a cunt man with age. Presently, gorgeous legs infatuated me. But the present and future attractions will always be a woman of character. “By
know you have a pretty good idea of how I prefer my love. You are all one man could wish for and can handle. Only time will tell if I can keep up with you. You’re a physical woman, a border case on nymphomania. Why do I want two of you? Two of you suggest I can never be satisfied. Know I’m a border case of nymphomania. But the truth is another woman joining the team with your imagination and no limitations could be a fascinating erotic experience. I am truly satisfied with
just you. But I wanted to answer your question. You are as physical as I can get.”
Porches 110 pounds jumped on top of me. Her long slender muscular legs were like a vise grip coaching me to the playing field. “Get very physical with me as physical as hard as you can. Pretend there are two women in my one body. Satisfy both of us. I lifted her against the wall. I could not have been any rougher with her and hoped she did not bruise as we pounded Freddie's fiberglass wall like carpenters driving nails to boards. Twenty-minute of carpentry was even more than the great John L Sullivan could handle. “If you purr one more time I’ll die of a heart attack.” Apparently the catnap had given her super energy. She was confident she was all I needed. “You said, today would be our sexy adventure.” I laughed at her remark. “I said, today I would fore fill your desires. I did not indicate I was a nymphomaniac. She laughed. “You won’t get away so easy.”
The sexual pace had to be slowed down. At least one notch. It was time to show her the dream I created just for her. I still wanted her affections and when I looked at her naked body I
surprised myself I still horny as
hell. “While you were sleeping I created a present for you." I picked her up one more time and her response was desire. The fabulous legs were around my waist calling and ready for twenty minutes more. “If
we do not slow down we will never complete our all day sexual adventure. I have a suggestion.” She was playfully aroused. “And what might that be?” I explained with my business personality. “It
appears to me that we both have too much passion. How do we get past the twenty-minute mark? Not to say I am looking for an endurance medal, but it could put a dent in your appetite. I am not a milk drinker. Besides my milk container might
be empty.” She understood and whispered in my ear the unmentionable. “I’m going to fuck your brains out all day.”
I walked to the computer with a snake wrapped around my waist. A touch on the pad and the screen lit up to the Beach Boys song as her web page was displayed. “Your new business.” She looked at the screen puzzled as she read the text. “Adventure Kayak cruising to your own private tropical island.” She excitedly yelled, “our date.” I studied her reactions. “It could be your
weekend business. I crunched the numbers. You can earn two to four times more than you do know, working two days a week. Excitedly she kissed me. Then soft caressing lips became bird pecks of joy. “Thank
you. You have captured the images of my dreams. Several web pages later she whispered into my ear, “you do make dreams come true. Lay me down anywhere, and don’t do anything. I will discovered your G spot.
It might take me hours to find additional arousal points.” I remembered how we meet and her first words were, “what are you looking for?” At twenty-eight she had matured to a woman who knew exactly what she wanted and was not shy about expressing herself. Porsche said,”
you are going to need help today. Put on your cock ring please. Pretty please, I want to use my imagination without any limitations.”
If I were to write a love story I still could not explain how incredible, how fantastic the sex was. All I can say is every man once in his life should experience a woman who is perfectly suited and matched with the same passion and desire
for life. At that moment I realized luck was with me. She was insatiable and I was appointed to satisfy her sex drive. “God give me the strength.” She looked at me as she stopped a creative series of different approaches to love
chanting. “What did you say? Do you want me to do something else?”
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