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I watch your essence drip from me

as I spread my legs over the cruise ship’s toilet bowl.  Long pearly strands of silken mojo, your mojo, the stuff you just finished pumping into me with such enthusiasm … I’m letting it drip away.

It thrills me to watch it leave my body as it forms a tightrope between my cunt and the water.  It holds me here without force.  It mesmerizes me with its graceful motion and I don’t want to move.  It is so dazzling in its simplicity that I don’t want to break the bond we share.

But it doesn’t care how I feel, it wriggles free and leaves me with a plop into the water, daring me to flush it away.  Taunting me by swirling around itself as the molecules form a different union with its new surroundings.

The spell broken, I look up to grab a wad of paper and wipe it between my thighs.  I clean your remnants from my body and flush your seed into the pipes to carry it out to sea.  The fish will feed on the good protein of your cum.  Devour and gobble it up like the gourmet delicacy that you are.

When I exit the tiny bathroom, you are still in my cabin,  standing in the musky scent of our lust that clings to the room like thick fog on a bayou.  I chuckle when I notice you hadn’t put on your pants, but are fully dressed from the waist up.  The intense look of concentration on your face, as you stand in front of the mirror perfecting the knot in your tie and adjusting your Captain’s hat that was so unceremoniously thrown to the floor just an hour ago, is a priceless combination with your half-naked body.

That beautiful black cock of yours swinging freely between your burnt caramel thighs makes me want to drop to my knees and take it into my mouth, savoring you like the sweet chewy candy your skin color resembles.

I walk across the soft carpet as you watch my naked body move through the room and I settle my breasts on your back. Your smile in the mirror ignites the smoldering spark in me and I slowly encircle your muscular loins to cup your quasi rigid member in my hands.  I stroke softly and slowly and the instantaneous twitch I feel in my palm triggers the same effect between my legs.

Turning from the mirror and twisting out of my grip, you guide me to the dresser and bend me forward over the cool granite top. As you run the flat of your hand over the roundness of my bottom I drop my head forward creating a curtain of hair that falls across my eyes, imitating a more welcoming opaque darkness that a blindfold would accomplish.  I close them to concentrate on your touch and the longing moan emanating from my throat is your invitation to continue.

A sharp searing pain shoots through me as your hand lands firmly and completely on my ass.  The heat radiating from your imprint has me unwittingly raising my rear, begging for more.  The satin hardness of your erection against my thigh has me grinding backwards into you.

“Such impatience, my darling.  You are being very naughty,”  you hum as you step away from me.

The feel of your hand rubbing my most assuredly blossoming red ass cheeks relaxes me somewhat before another needle-like sting hits my bottom and a loud crack reverberating through the air hits my ears.

My breath quickens as I bite my lower lip against the pain.

I feel your stiffness  push against me once more, but this time you reward me with slick moisture seeping from its head and rub it against my cunt.  My own wetness co-mingles with yours and glazes the way to my core.  My lips part invitingly as you push slowly inside of me.  I can feel myself stretch around you, welcoming you in.  The friction against my walls has you growing harder and I clench against you, extracting a throaty growl.

We rock together as you grip my hips, your fingers digging deep into my skin, holding me tight against you.  I can feel my climax rising and I try to pull away from your body wanting to delay, but you wrap your arm around my waist pulling me close, “You aren’t going anywhere.”

You pause for a moment and I feel you flex inside of me, then push impossibly deeper before you withdraw slightly and bulldoze hard, forceful thrusts up into my belly.  My orgasm wraps around me fostering cries of ecstasy and you drive harder and faster into me wanting to join the explosion.

“Come for me,” I whisper into the granite I lay splayed across, as the sounds of our bodies slapping together wrestle with the strain of our desire.  Your thrusts jerk to short spasms as my words produce the intended effect and you grunt hard as you come inside me once more.

The weight of your body as you fall exhausted onto mine, presses my breasts into the hard dresser top and crushes the breath out of me.  We laugh together as you lift yourself upright, pulling the tie that you worked so hard to knot perfectly, from the sweat that has slicked my back.

The warmth of your tongue tracing the indentation of my spine tells me that you’re not quite ready to get back to the bridge and take command of your ship like you just took command of my body.  But, the cell phone reverberating in your jacket pocket declares otherwise.

It’s your First Mate, reminding you of your HAPPY HOUR duties.

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Caribbean Screw

1 ounce Coconut Rum

1 ounce Banana Liqueur

1 ounce Peach Schnapps

Milk

Orange Juice

Pineapple Juice

Add ice to a tall glass.  Add rum, banana liqueur and peach schnapps.  Fill with equal parts milk, orange juice and pineapple juice. Cover with a cocktail shaker.  Shake vigorously. Pour all ingredients back into glass.

Enjoy!

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