Pleasure Boating
The long-awaited fishing season was in full swing when I hurried to the crowded shore looking for my friend. I couldn’t locate him, but I found you, hailing with both arms from the largest boat on the water.
The boat was filled with the young people holding their fishing rods and happily chattering away as they watched a flurry of gulls dine on a school of little fish swimming near the surface. Suddenly, your restless eyes locked on me like a laser-beam gun sight. I knew my cherubic features could lure the attention of any man alive who has warm vitality coursing through his veins. But in your eyes I saw adventure and passion. The unquenched thirst of lust prevailed.
As your boat reached the shore, you bounded out of it and ran toward me like a frisky deer. I smiled at your fresh exuberance. We stood and chatted for a while, and then began to walk slowly side by side along the wide shore, talking, sharing, learning about one another. An empty boat caught our attention, and together we stepped into it and settled in its bottom. That was it. You were inexperienced in the acts you most desired, and I was a Diva, the one who understood your needs and encouraged you to lavish your pleasure in the world. The celebration began and the ultimate adventure in sensual pleasure unfurled as you slithered on, around, and with me to quench our thirst.
Slither again.
Brandi xoxo
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