[b]CUM DIARIES:[/b] When we went out on the MediteCUM DIARIES: When we went out on the Mediterranean Sea. It was a chance encounter. Chances that you do not normally ever want to un-counter. Anything can get your heart racing but nothing is more satisfying than the euphoric feeling of winning a bet with a girl who leaves you open to the classic: “ask me anything” followed by a biting top lip and a slow shy wink turning away from you, gazing over her shoulders, lifting her hips to show you her tight ass. Gazing with narrow eyes sucking her thumb watching you play out x-ray images of what her ass would look like under the one or two skimpy layers of clothing she’s wearing. She’s watching you watching her all the while her thumb slides in and out of her mouth so slowly that the causal observer would think she must have just stumped it. But your locked in, tunnel vision, periscope with the cross hairs dialed in. Your Torpedo is, locked, loaded and primed, ready to burst open her tiny backside, sink her ship, dropping a nuclear milky white load deep inside her. Gaping a massive hole in the crack of her backside. Seamen spend long hours at their station, standing, rocking to the ways of the ocean and that’s a good thing. She wouldn’t be able to sit comfortably for a week when güvenilir bahis I was done with her. I brushed her hair away from her ear, pulled down on her ear ring like a ding dong bell and said, “Are you a sailor?”. “If you are my captain” She muttered already bending half way down groping me from on top of my pants. I kept pulling down on her earring till she knelt in front of me on the deck. It had been another hot mediterranean day, the mahogany highly lacquered deck must have been very close to inhumanely hot, so she tried to lift herself as I pushed down on the crown of her head. “You said anything” I sadistically reminded her, “Plus I’m not your captain, I’m a pirate.” , “I’m here to raid the jewels you have hidden in that tiny treasure chest”, “Please burst the lock, I’ve got a tiny jewel. You would be the only man to ever take it from me” she cries, her naked shines getting accustomed to the firey deck.I bent her over the coffee table, stomach flat near my paraphernalia to get a better look. The spoils of war I thought as I fictitiously looked upon her as some kind of trophy. There was a long voyage to cross and my appetite was particular to the crusty love juice she had forming along her short tidy lips. This girl was of good stock, she was and will forever türkçe bahis be the kind of breed that was built for sex. She had all the neighbor next door qualities that made her above average attractive without commanding the entire room with her presence. From my trained eye, good sex stock differs from good breeding stock. This girl already at her young twenties had large heavy yet perky tits which would go to shit with lactation. A baby sucking on those would render them large unstructured sacks of milk. Also her narrow hips were good for harboring ships but definitely crap for expelling a babies head from inside her love box. No her here and now was meant for one thing which I believed she also genuinely loved. Being a submissive to an eloquent mediterranean business man had its perks. It was the thrilling highlife of living like a superstar in your own little world where you were free do go anywhere and do anything. Much more liberating than being the partner or lover of a Famous actor or Singer. Granted she was not entirely perfect, her slight above average appetite for cocaine was a little discerning, but everyone has his demons and mine was between her legs leaking hot sweat onto the time magazine edition of Donald Trumps face Inaugurated as 45th President, how güvenilir bahis siteleri very fitting, I too was about to grab her by the pussy. I flipped her onto her back, a couple of waves from a larger ship crossed our path and I wanted to see her rack gently sway as we climbed and fell. I was still sipping my coffee unsure of what I was going to do to her first. That was fine because she was doing to herself in the mean time and that was currently good enough for me. Her piercing eyes gazed at me, I wonder if this was the wildest thing she’d ever done, I’ve seen it all and now that I reached this stage in my life I get off on giving wild experiences to others. My dick gets hard and swells when I look into the eyes of the selected few around me who have never been on a boat or ever had access to the lavish lifestyle that I am now accustomed to. I rarely hold the company of people with similar revenue as most are never satisfied with the accumulation of their wealth. Surely never those who were born into the money, self made characters such as myself I can deal with in small doses but fuck the royalty. Old money has ways of making people feel superior in a way that is similar to the way that oil mixes with water. I on the other hand enjoy most watching someone taste a Lobster Thermidor for the first time, munching away whilst I go down and munch away at them, warm buttery lobster juice dripping from their breasts down their stomachs and onto the fresh pussy I just reeled in with my hook and line.