SailorVibe has run aground. I’m signing off – at least for now. I may be back: never say never! Many thanks to all those who read my stories. I had fun writing them.
Here’s a modified version of my first, and most read, story. Hope you enjoy.
I send love and peace to everyone.
Chapter 81: Final Virgin Post
PRE-PREFACE:
I hope you don’t mind, but I’m simply going to repost my first story, Virgin Post, with this new preface. After all, it got the most views of any of my 80 stories on the Sex Stories sister site.
SailorVibe is leaving XNXX, at least for now. It has served its purpose, and I’m glad that it exists. I may continue writing, but not the tawdry tales of sex on the high seas. I’ve learned to never say never, so I may be back. We’ll see….
I want to thank my loyal readers, those that follow me and those that I followed. I’ve had fun exploring the Forum. There are a lot of interesting, good things there; there’s a lot that doesn’t interest me. There are many interesting characters, many I’d like to know in real life, with or without sex. It’s been fun to know that each of my stories garnered at least few hundred reads (on the Forum) and into the thousands on Sex Stories. Being a derelict myself, it’s satisfying to know that I entertained that many people. So, thank you dear readers.
I wish for love and peace, worldwide, and to each of you.
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PREFACE:
Yes, I really do live on a boat full-time, 24/7. After I became a widower, I sold everything and moved aboard my new “Flome” as my sister calls it (Floating Home for the uninspired).
At one marina, I met a wonderful young lady, the kind any man would crave and cherish. Although she “friend zoned” me from the git-go, we nevertheless became “besties” as she calls our ‘relationship.’
The vast majority of my female relationships include some element of sex: Very, very rarely physical, yet banter, X rated jokes, sexual innuendo, inappropriate remarks and the like, kind of define things. There is rarely, if ever, any kissing or touching of genitals. This ‘bestie’ fit right in and played along with my raunchy self. She even encouraged it, commenting on my “Dad Bod” (yes, it’s true), and promoting raunchy sex talk.
Because ours was nothing more than a platonic relationship, I needed an outlet for the sexual tension that seizes me. So, on an extended solo passage down the East coast, with tons of free time, I began writing porn. Graphic stuff. Certainly “not safe for work” material.
The following vignettes are a blend of fact and fiction. Some of the settings are very real; I’ve been there. Some are just conjecture after passing such places in real life, wondering just what goes on there. Some of the characters are made-up, others are based on real people I know. Some of the ‘encounters’ described herein actually happened in real life; many are pure fantasy, dreamed up in my twisted mind.
With that understanding, please enjoy the following.
Chapter 1:
Daisy Dukes & DT
As I was cruising down the ICW (Intracoastal Waterway, the dredged waterway down the East coast of the United States between the mainland and the barrier islands) in backwoods Florida, I’m in my usual attire: boxers only. I’d run out of ice and needed more to keep my beer cold and for my scotch at the end of the day. I saw a waterside dock and a broken-down shack with a big sign: FUEL – ICE – SNACKS – DEEP WATER. Good enough for me, so I pulled up to the dock.
This cute little thing comes out to grab my lines. She quickly and efficiently had my boat secured to the dock cleats. Watching this lithe Tinkerbell scamper back and forth, bending at the waist to tie off, first the bow, then the stern, aroused my interest.
This visage was in her late 20s, tiny little thing, long blonde hair pulled into a ponytail, Daisy Dukes tight around her ass cheeks, skimpy little top accentuating her generous but standup firm breasts, nipples showing of course.
“Howdy sailor, love your boat and your dad bod! What can I do for you?” she asks, flashing a 1000-watt smile. “Well, I need some ice” … then stammered “and some loving” I replied. “I think we can accommodate you” she purred. “Let me get your ice and I’ll get my dad to watch the dock.”
As she turned to go, I watched her tight little ass wiggle seductively as she sauntered to the ice machine. As she bent over to reach inside the ice machine, I had an amazing view of that perfect ass only imagining how nice it would be to fuck. When she returned, I could see that the cold ice machine had made her nipples fully erect and hard. “Permission to come aboard, Captain?” “Without a doubt” I replied.
She climbed aboard and we both went below. She sat on port side, and I tended to the ice and cooler. “What do I owe you for the ice, sweetheart?” “Oh, we’re not done yet. Come stand over here, in front of me.” I obliged, of course.
“Love your dad bod but we have to improve your wardrobe.” She pulled my boxers down letting them fall to the floor. “There. That’s better” she said as she looked up at me, flashing that gorgeous smile again. “And, for an older guy with a dad bod, you’ve got a decent cock. Looks like it should be a good fit. Do you like deepthroat? It’s my specialty.”
OMG. What’s happening I thought.
She took my cock between her ruby lips and started sucking gently. She teased my sensitive underside with her tongue, taking my cock deeper and deeper into her wet mouth. It felt so incredible, my dick started getting hard. She continued to use her lips and tongue to massage my frenulum as she took my cock in deeper and deeper. She got a good rhythm going and soon was taking the whole cock in, down to the balls.
After a few more strokes, once my dick was fully hard, she pulled away, looked up at me and said “Now I want you to fuck my mouth. Fuck it hard like a pussy. I have no gag reflex so pound my face with your cock. I want you to come deep in my throat.”
She put my dick back in her mouth, reached around and grabbed my ass with her right hand and cradled my balls in her left. She held her head still and started pulling my hips toward her face, using her hand on my balls to help pull me closer, deeper. It didn’t take long for me to start thrusting my cock into her warm, wet mouth. I grabbed her head with both hands and, acting like I was like a kid again, began pounding her mouth, my dick ramming down her throat balls deep.
I continued fucking her sopping wet mouth and throat, going in all the way with each stroke. She kept pulling my ass and hips toward her head, tugging on my ball sack as encouragement. I was in ecstasy and knew I wouldn’t last too much longer.
Finally, she pulled away, spit drooling down her chin onto those magnificent breasts. “You’re doing great, Sailor. I love how you’re fucking my mouth. But I still want you to cum deep in my throat. Let’s keep going.”
She swallowed my cock again and started fucking me with her mouth. I responded and started thrusting all of me as deep as I could. She then started tickling my balls with her left hand. That did it. Within moments I came in her throat, shooting my entire cum load down her throat as I held her head tight to my body. My body shivered as I exploded in her mouth, and I took a few more very slow strokes in and out of her wet mouth. After that she very gently messaged the sensitive underside with her lips and tongue, being ever so gentle, but creating enormous feelings of pleasure.
I let out a huge sigh of satisfaction as she wiped off the spit and drool from her angelic face, stood up, gave me a big wet, sloppy kiss, and said, “After such a great mouth fucking, the ice is free, sailor.”