Jasmine Cameron didn’t have enough experience in love to know what she didn’t want, but she knew what she did want; it was the sea swept, mysterious stranger whose steely gray eyes ignited her body and robbed her of her will. Drawn onto his yacht by his powerful allure, she wakes up on his private island engaged in a life changing sexual game at which he is the master and her submission is the prize.
*Please note that this story contains very explicit descriptions of erotic and sexual situations written for the sole purpose of extreme genital arousal which will lead to self-pleasure. Mature readers only.
'I'm naked,' she thought through breathless kisses that made her head spin. 'Who can see me?' She wondered. 'Who's watching?'
With her dress tossed aside, her breasts brushed against the smooth silk of the stranger's shirt. It felt wonderful, but what felt even better were the dips and curves of what had to be a magnificent body hidden below. She wanted more of him. She had dreamed of her first moment of unadulterated lust being a one-upmanship of individual revelation. First hers, she thought, then the lucky man's; then her again followed with his until they were both completely naked.
“You,” she whispered hoping that he both heard and understood.
He seemed to because the next thing removed was his shirt. And before it was even on the ground her hands spanned his rippling back like a cat attacking. She wanted him and now she didn't care who saw or what she had to do to get him.
With his shirt off he immediately pushed Jasmine away. She couldn't stop herself, but as soon as she reached her furthest distance from him, she immediately came back. Running into his hand she grabbed onto his hair and pulled in chunks as he fell to his knees, took a firm hold of her panties and ripped them apart. Falling, they never touched her skin. Laying as one flat sheet on the deck, they could never be worn again. She couldn't care less though because this was what she had dreamed of. And naked in the moisture of the ocean air, this was what she got.
Still down on his knees the mysterious man didn't get up. Instead he made Jasmine's heart skip a beat with a weird, wild sensation. The stranger pushed his rough, slick tongue onto her engorged clit and the pressure made her knees wobble. How she could take any more of this she didn't know.
In an explosion of emotions Jasmine burst into tears. At first she didn't understand whether she was happy or sad. But when he backed off a bit wondering what was going on, she immediately knew. Forcing his head back into her swollen folds, her withdrawal pangs had been too much.
“Please,” she whispered. “Please!”
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