Friends and Fantasy

I made some fixes to my reply for you to go over.

A rendezvous at Lake Ontario would be fun. Toronto Marina? Something sexy or a ride on my WW2 BMW R750? There is room for 3. Possibly both? Do you like a girl in uniform? Or out of it?

Toronto Marina it is then @Bad_Princess . Something Sexy for sure, ARRR! I love motorcycles, but I sold my last one, which was number 8, because I was running out of rope: KZ900 Ichi-Crotchy…only one way to run that machine was fast! So I'll go for a ride with you on your vintage BEEMER. There is room for 3! Both would be a kick! I do like a girl in uniform and I prefer to get her out of it…myself; at least that was what I did with that last one I was around in 1979.

Sounds like a fun date. How about full kit late-war Europe? I look forward to watching you untie my ankle boots on your knees and work your way up one piece of clothing at a time. Would you like to keep my helmet and gogles on or take them off? After a nice lunch of course. Desert can be on me?

Then a ride you may never forget? Ever seen a war machine pin the needle? Watch the utility poles flash by in a blur on the highway then some off-roading fun in my backyard down the bush road to the Ottawa River then some hill climbing on the way back to my place or to your moring.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xiQA_EDFXps

https://www.pinterest.ca/pin/705657835333766852/

Your riding wild and wicked Princess!

🐾

Log Entry Day 12

Another early morning before dawn and the start of another long day; I re-figured fuel consumption and for the distance traveled so far, and I was ahead of where I thought I should be. That should mean that I could run at another 1000 RPMs, with only a small impact in my original fuel consumption calculations, which I purposely made very conservative, because I had no experience with the current of this river. I was worried at the start of this voyage about where all the fuel docks were, but now it looks like I can easily make it to St. Louis with fuel to spare. So with a couple of more long days and with 3.5 more knots, I would ultimately be able to shave almost 6 days off of my original estimate, perhaps a little more. So I increased speed to 10.5 knots, which forced me to concentrate more on driving the boat along with everything else that a responsible Master needs to perform. When I found a place to anchor tonight, I would need to Communicate with Beth Anne and let her know when I would be arriving and also provide her with the details of how my plan for her visit has evolved. When I get to St. Louis, I’ll need a day to fuel and to provision food and drink supplies. Then I’ll need some time to really spruce up m/v Optimystique. Beth Anne’s visit will be different than anything that I have ever experienced before. Don’t get me wrong, dear reader; I am certainly no shrinking violet. Yet all of my life, when I met a woman for the first time, provided that we had chemistry together, my expectation is that there would be time for our relationship to evolve both emotionally and sexually. But this visit with Beth Anne will be completely different than anything that I have ever experienced before; that is because whatever we know of each other through Zity is the baseline of whatever our relationship will be for the duration of her visit. But perhaps she is in the same boat, as it were, because she doesn’t go out romping around with men who she only knows through Zity; she is the self-described cum-slut for her EB, @Cedar and she will undergo a complete transformation into the cum-slut of submission to the love of her life @Night_Pilot , and she will share an occasional dalliance with old friends that they have shared before, @gibby for instance.

For now, though, I need to concentrate on the river and driving the boat. At this speed, I am acutely aware of the hydrodynamic phenomenon of Vessel Squat, which is the common term for a real problem of the vessel moving though shallow water at speed, which is caused when water that should normally flow under the hull encounters resistance due to the close proximity of the hull to the bottom. Leonardo's law causes the water to move faster in shallow water level (where section is smaller); according to Bernoulli's principle, the increasing velocity causes low pressure, such that the vessel is pulled down. Squat effect from a combination of vertical sinkage and a change of trim may cause the vessel to dip towards the stern or towards the bow and can cause grounding; when a lower speed would not. I needed to pay close attention to the river conditions, especially in circumstances where I was the give-way vessel in crossing or closing situations and be prepared to reduce speed accordingly until the danger has passed.

I found that I was ready to find an anchorage after only 9 hours of cruising time, but I needed a break from the constant concentration; the burden of the single hander. Snugged up for the late afternoon, I decided to give myself a special treat. I opened a cupboard on the back deck and pulled out a bottle of Partida Elegante and poured “three fingers” in a large snifter and sat down one of the teak lounge chairs. This fine tequila is so smooth; it is like an angel peeing on your tongue! I sipped the delicate distillate and contemplated sending the final invite to Beth Anne. I put the snifter down on the teak table next to me, rose up and strolled into the salon picked up my lap top off its charging station, and then strolled back and sat down. I was in no hurry, so I decided to watch the afternoon and sip this very fine tequila. 45 minutes later, the last sip, and then the very last drop rolled off of my tongue and that meant that the little angel that was dancing and playing her own water sports on my tongue was done with me. So I opened the laptop, found the Zity link and opened it; I sent @Ms_Lila a PM:

Dear Beth Anne

I am currently 3 days of arriving at the perfect spot for our rendezvous, the Polestar Marina out in a rural area of St. Charles County. I have prepaid “Elaine’s Chauffeur Service" to pick you up and drive you out to meet me and whenever you are ready to go… and I am hoping that you will stay overnight, she will drive you back again. She is driving a gunsmoke blue 2019 Lincoln and you can arrange for her to pick you up at (636) 250-3008. When you get to the Polestar Marina, Elaine will drop you off at the last gate before the river where you will find a nice young man named Guillermo holding a sign “m/v Optimystique”; he will take you down to the my boat. I will be backed into the slip, which will allow you to easily step off the dock and onto the swim step and easily walk through the stern gate onto the back deck. I will greet you from the open companionway leading from the back deck into the salon. May I suggest that you wear soft soled shoes and bring soft zippered bags with what clothes, if any that you would like to wear for your time on board plus of course any…uh…other items that you might care to bring. I will greet you in all of my naked glory and I will bring all of the charm that I possess for your pleasure my lady. It is with high anticipation that I await to finally meet you face to face Beth Anne. I know where your true allegiances are: to the love of your life and to your EB. I know what these men mean to you and I have absolutely no intention of inserting myself into your life in anyway. However, let’s make this one and only meeting, that we will ever have, something for us both to remember for a long time. I hope that you agree.

Love Captain Flint, your SM

Well I was satisfied with my PM; short and sweet and with a densely packed message. Not much else to do, but wait for a return confirmation, which I would either read in the morning or tomorrow evening. My training over the years has taught me compartmentalization and since I had just completed one important task, I began to think about another. When I was first planning this journey and @gibby suggested how and where the appropriate place to post this was, I remember that @Dahiana said, in part, “And for the record sailor, I wouldn't mind if you put into my port. 😈” Now if that wasn’t an invitation, I don’t know what one is. She would be a handful though. I would need to bring every trick in the book to satisfy her. I suppose asking her to bring her cousin @TrinaStarr would be out of the question. But if it could happen, what a wild threesome that would be! I suppose if that was my last day on earth that would be one hell of a way to go, LOL. But just @Dahiana will be enough of a handful for me. However, simple propriety makes it requisite to wait to message DD until after my rogue rendezvous with Beth Anne. Since that was compartmentalized, I turned my thoughts to long range planning. After St. Louis, I always thought that my next stop would be the very pretty and kissable lips of @Wolfgirl66 and whatever else she wanted me to kiss. Yet my research focused next on how far up the Missouri River that m/v Optimystique could safely navigate without grounding. 735 miles from the conjunction of the Missouri River with the Mississippi River is the farthest that I knew I could get at speed. From there I could easily have the boat trucked to Flathead Lake in Montana where, if I was very lucky, I might be able to entice the erotic beauty of @gibby to grace my salon. I would take her on a cruise of the pristine fresh water lake. I would use the top deck helm station and I could only hope that she would join me and maybe shed her clothes and enjoy some sun. At this point in my life, I am nobody’s fool. Yet I have done a lot of soul searching and I am going to need to be careful. I could fall in love with her and that would be disastrous for me, because she is so dedicated to her husband. Still that would be no reason not to turn on all of the charm that I possess; anchored in the cove of one of the islands of the lake, she might be enticed to grace my cabin, if only for one night. That would be worth the trucking time and costs.

With that idea compartmentalized, where would I truck the boat back to? So much for traveling up the Missouri River; it was navigable for me all the way to Sioux City, Nebraska. But there was no way to get the 40 footer out of the water and on to a lowboy, because this is trailer boat country. If I was ever going to Flathead Lake with m/v Optimystique, it would have to be from St. Louis. But where to truck it back to? @Wolfgirl66 lives on a beautiful small lake in rural Illinois. But that lake is too small and too shallow for the 40 footer. So the very best way for her to rendezvous with a rogue like me is for me to bypass the rest of the Mississippi River system altogether and put in at the southern part Lake Michigan and have her meet me at the Sheridan Shore Yacht Club on the Wilmette Harbor in the city of Wilmette. That would be a nice easy drive for @Wolfgirl66. I could only hope that she could spend a few days with me. If I sent her a message in the next day or so, she might be able to get some vacation days lined up. Wouldn’t that be delicious? My cock was getting hard just thinking about all of the possibilities. Hmm…back to what would be important to her. I have yet to check the sound system that was built into the boat. I decided to get up and check it out. It was a pretty sophisticated system. Speakers could be isolated to the all-weather speakers on the top deck, just the salon, or just the cabin for easy listening with your lady…or rock the whole boat! I would have to tell her to bring her favorite CDs. Hmm…it might be fun playing with her tight ass while she was shaking it to her favorite music…hmm my cock is getting harder!

I wondered if I would dream tonight and what it might be, but I was not sleepy yet. It was fun daydreaming though and I continued thinking about all the possibilities with these gorgeous Zity ladies.

@Sailing_Master

If you were to “dock” with @Ms_Lila 🌹and those devilishly delightful kissing cousins @TrinaStarr 🌹& @Dahiana 🌹together with Ms Ambassador @gibby 🌹, add to that the distinctive @Wolfgirl66 🌹 then I'm betting odds on that the only way you'll leave that boat is on a stretcher. .5 women, geez . . You'd better take on plenty of vittals down in the galley as the only water you'll be seeing in your immediate future would likely be from a hanging bag

I see how you are, my friend from down under, @That_Australian. I have no intention of having more than one of these lovely ladies at a time. Even back in my mid twenties, I doubt that I could have adequately dealt with two hell-cats like @Dahiana and @TrinaStarr at the same time even if they agreed to it. I don't have a death wish. On the other hand, if I did…what a way to go, LOL!

@Sailing_Master

Lost for words. .must be that mist they speak of. .lol

@Sailing_Master

Any one of those wickedly delightful Damsels would be enough to drain your bilge pump.

Words fail me. .lol

It seems I need to be following this. 😉

Dear Beth Anne

I am currently 3 days of arriving at the perfect spot for our rendezvous, the Polestar Marina out in a rural area of St. Charles County. I have prepaid “Elaine’s Chauffeur Service" to pick you up and drive you out to meet me and whenever you are ready to go… and I am hoping that you will stay overnight, she will drive you back again.

Dear @Sailing_Master

I shall be waiting to hear of your arrival. 🌹

Sincerely,

Beth Anne🌹

Log Entry Day 14

I had been running hard over the last two days and I was very close to the St. Louis area when the carbon monoxide warning buzzers started going off. There were two installed on the boat, one in the Engine Room and one in the Master Stateroom and both of them were going nuts. The engine panel displays were all in the green, so this was probably exhaust related. If this was true, it meant that I could make the repairs myself and I wouldn’t need a diesel mechanic. I started thinking about the first place that I could put in to inspect the system and where I might be able to get any spares that I might need. I looked behind me and there was nothing coming that I needed to worry about, so I slowed down just enough to keep station with the river current and then I ran down and checked the engine room quickly. The exhaust riser where the water injection comes in to cool the exhaust and then gets spitted out the exhaust port in the stern was rusted out and three small holes had developed that leaked water and exhaust. That would need to be replaced or a new stainless steel one fabricated. I turned off that CO alarm. I quickly turned to the Master Stateroom and lifted up the cabin sole access hatch and found that the exhaust hose had vibrated against the tip of a screw that a yard worker had apparently installed too long when the boat was built or on some distant repair. Either way, it was my problem now. I turned off that CO alarm and returned to the bridge to resume my trip. My best bet was to make it to the Polestar Marina at best possible speed and take advantage of the Polestar Boating Center. They have a fuel dock, pump out service, laundry, and hot showers, and a chandlery. If I could find an off the shelf riser for a Cummins 230 Diesel, I would be sitting pretty. 4” exhaust hose I could get just about anywhere. I also had to re-provision the ships stores and clean up the boat before I actually had @Ms_Lila come aboard. I was disappointed and from the tone of her correspondence I thought she would be too. I resolved as soon I got my first chance, I would contact her and reschedule for next Friday afternoon. I hopped that she would still be available. If her magnificent husband @Night_Pilot flew home, all bets were off; she wouldn’t give me another thought while she gave her all for him. How could I be jealous? I am envious of what they have together. I think I would really like him; he seems like a man’s man. Besides he likes guns; it would probably be a kick to shoot with him. I have jumped out of a few perfectly good airplanes, I wonder if he has too?

Well, one thing at a time and I ran back up to the upper helm station and m/v Optimystique roared back to life and off I went, fuel consumption be damned! I contacted the Polestar Boating Center again. They already had my credit card on file to reserve the slip I had wanted. They ordered a water injection exhaust riser for a Cummins 230 Diesel and said it was next day service, said they had the exhaust hose in stock, and then confirmed I could come into the fuel dock, refuel and re-fill the water tank, and use the pump out service, before taking my rented slip. Then they asked me if needed anything else. I asked them if they had a vehicle I could rent for a re-provisioning trip and they said they had a pickup they could rent to me for $ 120 per day (I thought that was a little steep, but it probably kept the riff-raff away) and I told him I would take it tomorrow. Lastly I said that about three weeks from now, I hoped to take advantage of their travel lift service to haul the boat out of the water and set it on a low truck trailer so I could haul the boat to Montana’s Flathead Lake ( where if I was very fortunate I might be able to entice @gibby in her exotic beauty to come out to the boat with me. It would worth the trip). That was no problem; I could get a list of Travel Lift costs when I got to the marina.

Log Entry Day 14-Supplemental-18:30

Backed into my slip, I was all alone out by the river entrance, just what Beth Anne was looking for. Before I started to really spiff up the boat, I need to contact her and let her know what my plans are. The marina had free WI-FI for paying guests so I took advantage of that, because Sat-Com is not cheap to use. So I opened my laptop and sent her a message:

My Dear Beth Anne

I charged up river hard to be able to rendezvous with you. Unfortunately I have some repairs to make over the next 3 or 4 days. I do so hope that you might want to meet me next Friday. If you are still available to meet a rogue like me, I would be honored. I have already reserved the same Chauffeur Service to pick you up. Should your husband fly home, I am envious of what you two have together. I will stand by until you are ready to meet me. I will be here in the slip that I reserved 10 days ago and patiently waiting for your reply.

Love

Captain Flint, your SM

Well there was nothing to do now, but get with it! So I began by taking off the bad exhaust riser…

Cough ! . .cough ! clearin the throat cap'n . .rough water ahead

Weatherwoman says it could be quite a ride

The deed is done and I am so very pleased with having had the pleasure of a special seafaring man. I had been so caught up in the details as to how my first and only encounter with Captain Flint, that I very nearly forgot why it was that I had agreed to meet with him aboard his vessel.

It was Friday morning, after Thanksgiving, when I was met at the flower shop by my dear friend @Cedar at my request. I wanted a few last pointers as to how to present myself to this Captain Flint whose fine detail about that which he loves dearly, his boat and the water upon which it sails was exquisite and precise. I wanted to make a good impression and let this man see the real me and I was telling EB of this over coffee. @Dahiana had agreed to tend shop for me while I was about with this friend from zity.biz and she was due to arrive at any moment.

The car that Captain Flint was sending to me was to be at my shop within the hour and I was so relieved to see EB arrive so that I might model my attire for him. I was wearing a below the knee skirt of Scottish design and influence that I chose to honour Captain Flint. I know of a Captain Flint from my days as a school girl and reading about Robert Louis Stevenson’s, ‘TREASURE ISLAND’, which was about the tale of pirates and gold and men of honour and some not so inclined. My choice of attire was in keeping with the Scottish author’s country of origin.

I saw the approval in EB’s eyes as I walked about letting him see the flow of my kilt which lay flat in the front while pleated and followed the contours of my hips and buttocks. It was dark green tartan with black accent and I wore a long sleeved woolen sweater with a matching tartan sash and ornate brooch with which to properly pin it with. I wore sensible leather shoes and my heavier suspender tights and no panties and no bra.

As I modeled this for EB I was asking him once again to tell me of how to properly pay my respects to the captain of the boat and go aboard. I was also asking him to remind me of what the different parts of a boat were so that I wouldn’t appear to be a ‘land lubber’ and spoil the occasion. I did prattle on and I was nervous and EB saw this and raised his hand to get a word in edgewise. He asked me if I was wearing an anal jewel or going to wear one?

I was not and I told EB this but I do have three anal jewels I keep by the side of the bed upstairs and my thoughts began to shift. EB then asked if I had an enema in the event that I should engage in anal sex with Captain Flint. This I did do and told him that I had given myself two enemas sometime earlier so that all my enema would be through by the time I was to depart. I was telling EB this as he motioned for me to go upstairs where we could pick out an anal jewel for me to wear when I met the good captain and friend.

Feeling EB behind me after I handed him my anal jewel, the emerald green and gold coloured small jewel, and my mood began to change. EB’s comfort with my body and having his presence so near was familiar and he didn’t hesitate once in lifting my skirt and having me lean forward so that he could command my bum and do what he felt was necessary. This I knew of and wanted, his comfort with my nakedness because I was comfortable with my nakedness. I knew what his touch was going to be and where he was going to touch me and I had not one ounce of doubt that I wanted this from him. The feel of him slipping the anal jewel inside of my bum was as if I was finding myself again and EB’s words as he did this cut through my nervousness.

EB spoke to me about what he was doing and how I was, we were, working together to prepare me. He reminded me that I had been the ‘bold and brazen’ one to be the first to disrobe at the dinner table some time back when @gibby was instructing the ‘Little Circle’ as to what to expect at a nude resort we were contemplating a vacation to. I had shocked everyone at the table by being the first to take off all of my clothes and join Gibby as she spoke of our needing to become accustomed to seeing each other in the nude and to satisfy our curiosity about how we looked naked to the other.

Then EB spoke with me about his and my first time we engaged in sex for the first time but only after having known each other through writings here and through my love of @Lora_C. A text from DD informing me that she would be at the shop within 15 minutes, closely followed by the car service Captain Flint had ordered saying that they were about 30 minutes away.

I sent DD a text asking her to let herself into the shop and that I would be down from upstairs after last minute preparations. I ached for the feel of EB and his taste and I took it from him. When I went downstairs and DD was there preparing for opening she smiled knowingly when EB followed me down a short bit later. It was more a look of approval than anything.

Always in the moments after either my husband or my EB have released into me, do I see the real men that they are in their souls. A way to a man’s heart may be through his stomach as is the old saying, but a way into a man’s soul is through his eyes once you have taken his release into you. But you have to be quick to keep them from concealing their souls from you and to do that, you have to be a bit calculating as to why you take them into you and what you want from them once they have released.

I want to see the real man that I have just taken his release inside of me, wherever that may have been.

EB understood my thoughts without anything having been said and saw that I had my wits about me. He told me ‘you got this’.

The car was prompt and the ride to where Captain Flint had his boat was not that far. I carried with me a traveling purse which contained my enema bag and favourite nozzle and some lubricant. The driver knew the route and making my way to Captain Flint’s boat was effortless, even if a bit chilly. I had made peace with the fact that this man who was to meet, for all intent and purpose, was a complete stranger wearing something more than his being nude as I had requested he do. I would not be able to spend the night with him as had been suggested at one time, and I wanted there to be no ‘games’ and only honesty with each other as to why we were meeting.

The attendant and the driver left to do what they do until called for, and I waited for them to leave before I set foot on Captain Flint’s boat. He was not visible from the dock and not to be seen as I stepped aboard at his invitation by his spoken word from inside of the boat. I well understood why he wasn’t to be seen and expected it in the event that he decided to meet me in the nude as I had requested.

He was a fine figure of a man and even without clothing, he had an air of authority about him and a robust smile and it shown that he was fastidious in his physical fitness and manner of speech. But I could tell that he rather preferred to be the dominant one in matters of sex, especially aboard his boat, he was indulging me by his nakedness, even if it wasn’t totally in his nature to bare himself to new eyes.

I felt from him that he believed this first meeting to be something of a dominant and / or submissive flavor and not within his comfort zone. I had anticipated this and my first words to him on that meeting were my asking him if he wanted me to undress for him or him to do the honours and undress me.

Captain Flint immediately set about relieving me of my sash and carefully, respectfully placing it on the seat next to the steering station. Then he reached down to my waist and pulled my sweater up and off of my head and my breasts were in full view of this man for the very first time. He did allow me to right the sleeves before placing my sweater on my sash and then this man undid my buckles of my tartan skirt and lowered it so that I could step out of it with some bit of grace as the boat was not that steady. And as he was lowering my skirt I could see that he was gazing at my ginger bush framed by my suspender tights. I made no effort whatsoever to avert his gaze or engage him in conversation as his eyes took in my nakedness.

I had wondered what he would want me to do with my suspender tights as he carefully put my skirt with my other clothes. Would he want me to keep them on as a sort of enhancement to my nakedness or would he prefer my being totally nude. It was to be my being totally nude as he carefully, respectfully, removed my suspender tights and placed them with my clothing.

In keeping with Gibby’s insight some years ago, I invited Captain Flint to have a look at me, all of me, as close as he wished for as long as he wished and that I would surely be doing the same about him. And I did so, beginning with his face and short, dense, salt and pepper beard that has surely had the salt air cling to it during a storm or during seas that were restless in the moonlight. His jaw was square and eyes were keen but this man was naked and standing in front of me and I felt no shame in letting my own eyes fall to his shoulders and then to his muscled chest and down further to his taught belly and narrow hips. His legs were muscular and he was taller than I and I glanced up into his eyes and saw that he was taking in my nakedness too.

Make no mistake about it, my eyes surveyed what I described above but in short order I was gazing upon his cock, not his penis, but his cock. I watched how it slightly moved as he began to walk around me to take in the rest of my body, his eyes trailing down from my face, my shoulders, my breasts with nipples becoming erect as surely as my pussy was beginning to make ready for what was to come. As he was walking about me I did have a long look at his narrow hips and tight buttocks and I felt him stop behind me, and I knew that the glint of my anal jewel had caught his eye. It was worn for just that purpose.

He made his initial viewing of my naked body and said that I had fine lines and rigging and very easy on the eye. His cock was stirring and my unorthodox manner, my being bold and brazen, was not what this man was accustomed to and in somewhat uncharted waters. But I had set a course in my mind as to my first meeting with this man and I wanted to see the real man. I wanted to see this man’s soul.

We were standing very close and I could feel his breath on my cheek and the warmth of his body next to mine. I, we, turned to face each other and I felt his cock brushing up against my ginger bush and my nipples against his muscular chest. I even felt our knees touching and neither one of us wanted there to be any more space between us than there was.

I asked him to show me to his bed so that he could lie down on it and allow me the feel of my taking him inside of me at my will. We had barely been in each other’s presence for less than 20 minutes and not that many words between us, when I was asking him to allow me to have him enter me. Yes, I wanted to fuck this man. Yes, I wanted to make him cum and I know he was feeling the same, but he knew well enough, had experience with women enough, that I had something I wanted to have with him.

Naked, we walked silently to the stateroom where there was a bed ready for the pair of us. His cock was engorged and solidly standing erect as he lie down on the bed on his back and made himself comfortable in the bed. He was about to draw the curtains but I stayed his hand so that he would have enough light to watch us join.

I then got into the bed and straddled this well defined man and placed my hand on the shaft of his cock. I did so without shame or hesitation and hoped that he knew that I was not there to toy with his affections and wanted to take him into me as who I really was, and that was Beth Anne, his friend from zity.biz. With his cock in hand I pressed the tip to the slit of my pussy and we aligned our bodies with each other. I invited him to forego the politeness of looking away from my pussy and his cock entering me and to watch and memorize what he was seeing and feeling.

Up, past my lips and parting my ginger bush, this man’s cock was now penetrating my lips and I was slowly feeling the tip of his cock now parting my folds. I was wet and his eyes were watching his cock penetrating my pussy and even catching a glimpse of my emerald and gold anal jewel before it was hidden from his view, concealed by the shaft of his cock entering me. Deeper and deeper I guided his cock into my pussy and I watched his eyes.

My thoughts were enveloped in the cum lust mist as I was penetrated by his cock and our core being touched. I had to keep reminding myself of what I wanted from him besides the feel of his ejaculating inside of me and this man that I was fucking knew what to do and where to touch. His hands on my breasts, the sides of my thighs, and my thoughts are that this man is fucking me like no other man I fuck, but then no one fucks me like they do, either. This fucking was uniquely Captain Flint’s fucking me and me fucking him. I had long ago abandoned any pretense of humanity or being ‘lady like’ when he and I slipped into the cum lust mist and fucked. And fucked. And fucked.

And then I parted the mist with my purpose and looked into his eyes to await that moment when I would see the real man, very briefly, and attempt to engage that man and tether him to the here and now because I wanted to know the real man. And then I saw that real man.

I asked him to excuse my bold faced engagement of him in our just having fucked and told him, from the centre of my being, that I wanted us to banish the ‘what if’ or ‘how will’ from our meeting and dispense with any sign or hint of either of us being coy with the other. I wanted us naked.

I wanted to get to know this man and we needed to be naked. To make all pretenses disappear or keep them from forming between the pair of us. And to my relief and reaffirmation of the respect I held of this man in reading his posts, he understood. And the feel of the shaft of his cock inside of my pussy and compressing the anal jewel in my ass along his shaft, I knew we had connected on more than just our merely fucking.

I had the real man. 🌹

Very evocative @Ms_Lila . Not that I would expect anything less from you. Bravo.

@Ms_Lila … I loved your post and you were right to go straight to bed with @Sailing_Master. 🌹 He's a man who likes to be the captain of his ship … and puts himself under tremendous pressure in making sure that everything is right and all the details are covered. He's a lot like my husband … and the way you approached your first sexual meeting with SM was the way to go. 🌹 I think you had that … 😉 itch 😉 … to begin with and needed to scratch it so that you could concentrate on … or relax and enjoy … what he has in store for you. GOOD MOVE … 😈❤️ and I will love to read SM's take on your time together.

I felt from him that he believed this first meeting to be something of a dominant and / or submissive flavor and not within his comfort zone. I had anticipated this and my first words to him on that meeting were my asking him if he wanted me to undress for him or him to do the honours and undress me.

I'm glad he undressed you … ❤️😈

🌹 I think you had that … 😉 itch 😉 … to begin with and needed to scratch it so that you could concentrate on … or relax and enjoy … what he has in store for you. GOOD MOVE … 😈❤️ and I will love to read SM's take on your time together.

@gibby I thought that was a great move on @Ms_Lila's part and I loved that @Sailing_Master undressed her and it was a great way to break the ice 😘 especially where it was their very first time meeting “in real life” 😉 At first I thought it was too bold of a move but she said that she had been reading about him here in zity.biz and I think she made a good point about taking him at his word and that she already “knew” him by what he has written. I will like to see what SM has to say about what is probably their first and last time together before he sails off to find you. ❤️

By the way Gibby, have you given it much thought as to how you will be when you and SM get together?

PROLOG-Dear Readers: Those of you that have read my profile on my wall page know that I have loved my wife for over 40 years. She is now weak and frail with a debilitating disease and I have devoted all of my time to not only being her full time care giver, but I am working closely with one of the best neurologists in the country. She is also a clinical associate professor of neurology at Stanford University School of Medicine. Working with my own nutrition plan and special exercise program, in conjunction with her neurologist’s constant monitoring of her medical regimen, making adjustments as she sees necessary to for best results, we have seen some improvement and I have been able to halt her dramatic weight loss and improve her eating habits. This all helps give her a better quality of life. That all said, as happy as I am with these results over the last few months, she is too weak to be able to have sex, even if she had a restored libido. Some of my acquaintances (I refuse to call them friends) have said things that I simply detest. I should have an affair with so-and-so; she said she would be open to that. That would be the last thing I would do. Oh they only have my best interests at heart. “Well Fuck You dickweed, I am done with you. You call yourself a friend? You’re just a passive aggressive asshole!” I can build bridges, but I am much better at blowing them up in a big red and orange flame, smoke and debris falling all over the place… when it is required! So where does that leave me? It leaves me to write about my fantasies. I have several stories that I have written over the years that have given me the satisfaction of erotic creativity. So what of my Zity friends? I have chatted, PMed, or emailed all of the women that will be included in this fantasy. Why is this fantasy so important to me? It is the only outlet that I can think of that lets me interact with a real sensual person and also lets me be immediately available to take care of my wife. Do I think it is cheating? Hell no! Do I think it is fun? Hell yes! Perhaps just a few of you do too…OK off we go! Beth Anne posted first and it was inspirational. Now for my perspective…and a bit more!

Log Entry: This will be my first and only encounter with Beth Anne who most people who follow her know that she is @Ms_Lila.

My 6 pack has lost some definition with just a small layer of fat; due to my month of sailing the north Pacific and now motoring up the Mississippi River. I flew to New Orleans, so I didn’t have access to my usual exercise regimen, but I tried to improvise something to do on the top deck in the morning to wake up my body and warm up my muscles to prime the day. 4 sets of 15 elevated pushups with my feet up of the bench cushion; 4 sets of 20 opposite knee to opposing elbow mountain climbers; 4 sets of 10 long step lunges with knee to the deck; 4 sets of 10 modified glute press using a bar with hose clamps on each end to hold on to the handles of a two 5 gallon buckets with 4.5 gallons of water in each (37.5 pounds in each bucket with the lid on). This nearly daily regimen keeps most of my muscles tight, but also gives me a lot of free testosterone. Still, I was just a little bit anxious when I got a text from Elaine’s Chauffeur Service: Just picked up your lady friend and we will be there within 45 minutes! Well it was going to happen in just a short while. We had PMed many times, nothing salacious, of course; she is intelligent and has a lot of interests, and we both have a bawdy sense of humor. I smiled at that. I hoped that she wouldn’t see this as just an experiment, but would see it as fun too. There was just a tinge of worry way deep down in the reptilian part of my brain: did she want me to great her naked in order to give her more control over me? Then my Cerebral Cortex took over: No, that is really not her style; she wanted to see me naked because in all of my correspondence to her, I never really let her see the real me; the man that I really am. Suddenly it dawned on me; of course that is what all women want from a man. I suppose that I instinctively knew that, but this is the first time that I’ve made an intellectual connection to that subject. I smiled to myself again…it was time; time to go all in…by taking it all off. I went back to the Master Stateroom, took everything off and hung up my outer clothes, tossed my shorts into the dirty cloths hamper in the forward starboard locker and strode back to the Salon in all my Glory. I had taken a couple of enemas, just before I took the boat to the pump out station, one last time yesterday and I had one more early this morning. All those days of single handing had my system up in knots, but now I felt good and ready for anything.

I knew that it wouldn’t be long now, before Guillermo brought her down here and helped her step off of the dock and on to the swim step. From there she could easily step up and through the rear gate onto the back deck. Time seemed to stop for me. I began to smile again, remembering her bawdy sense of humor in her comments to me or in the different PMs that we exchanged. I began to think about her in something of a longing way, but my experience jerked me back from the brink. I couldn’t look at this magnificent beauty as if she was an oasis and I had just crawled my last mile after two days in the desert without a drink! I had to bring my A game, or this would end before it began! These thoughts had a calming effect, as I stood naked behind the closed door of the Salon…waiting. Suddenly I feel a slight movement of the boat, but I don’t hear him coaching her. Did that little son-of-a-bitch just take off with the twenty dollar bill and just let her fend for her-self? So much for trust! As she walks through the rear gate, she called out melodically, “Permission to Board.” This was not a question; it was a statement. I put the door ajar and said from deep in my chest “Welcome aboard!” Now she slowly walks across the deck space with a smile looking at my apparition through the closed darkened glass door to the Salon even as she occasionally looked around at the boat. Just two feet away now, I open the outer door to the Salon with my deltoids flexed up, along with the inner & outer biceps, and triceps bulged out; all the elements of arms and shoulders, that stretched out my shirt sleeves tight… had I been wearing one. I was happy, a little giddy and a little nervous all at the same time. I had my right leg held up flexed, with my cock covered as I opened the door for her and I can’t keep a straight face and both of my legs are there to stand on again and it just gushes out of me in a big grin, “I am so glad you came” and I gave her a hug (I am a huger). That’s when I realized that all of my attempts to portray what Beth Anne actually looked like in several of my Zity albums had all failed miserably, because she is simply gorgeous…like tall model gorgeous. I can only hope that she saw my lame attempts as a method of praise! She is dressed in a magnificent kilt that I recognized as the Stevenson clan colors of highlanders. I wondered if it was the whole nine yards. I thought, “I have worn the whole nine yards before at a Robert Burns party at my Yacht Club and none of us looked like that!” This kilt fit her to accentuate her body! There was definitely not enough fabric to fit the men of The Black Watch, that’s for sure. Thankfully she wore an elegant sash around her left shoulder, pinned, instead of a sporran hanging from her crotch. She smiled that disarmingly feminine smile that I could tell came from the heart of a woman of substance and great character, “I like your outfit captain, and I see that you wear it well.” I acknowledged her with the self-deprecating, “I’m still working on it…it’s a constant demolition and renovation.”

My eyes spotted the full nipple of her right breast poking through her woolen sweater, quickening my look at her. She wasn’t wearing a bra! Her words made me scan her eyes and her lips, “Would you like to see me undress for you…or…would you prefer the honors?” Undressing a woman that really wants you to, is like unwrapping a gift of intimate pleasure; yet if you just tear off the wrapping like she is your personal play toy, you miss the point of what pleasure really is. It is only really good when it is mutual. So the trick is to undress her so that she feels good as it is being done! The gold, jeweled brooch came out easily enough and I carefully folded that on top of her sash on the starboard Salon bench seat, close to the lower helm. Sometimes a woman can move one arm out her top, making it very easy to remove, but Beth Anne did not do that, so I lifted up the bottom of her sweater then reversed straight up and as she raised her arms, her breasts fell to their natural lay of a woman that could easily have been 15 years younger than she is. I reversed her sweater and folded it, sleeves in and doubled next to her sash, as she requested then turned back to behold her. If she were my lover, I probably would have closed and kissed her neck, working my way down to her perky breasts, I would had suckled them with my lips and lightly tonguing her nipple into my teeth. But this was new and the dance of getting to know each other for the first time has a different cadence. I closed with her; lightly clasped her shoulder blades and rubbed up against her for just an instant. She is tall and her pale beasts kissed my chest at the very top of my abs, as I whispered in her ear, “I’m going to take off this sexy kilt and have a look at your…uh…rather famous ginger pussy that I’ve read so much about. But I want you to steady yourself on my shoulders. There is just a little surge coming through the harbor entrance from river traffic, and you haven’t got you sea legs yet. Don’t worry…I got you.” I dropped to one knee, examining her kilt and realized that it was really a skirt that I could now see was held up by a buckle system of some kind. I undid both sides and the skirt fell to the floor. She steadied herself with her hands on my shoulders, as she stepped out of it; her fingers kneading the lean muscle mass, either to see if it was real or perhaps out of a little admiration- hard to tell. I then folded her skirt/kilt neatly along with the rest of her “kit”.

I was now face to face with her ginger bush framed by a set of suspender tights that were designed to keep her warm; rather than dazzle my imagination although they did just that! Yet I wanted her nude to match my own and I invited her to steady herself again as I first helped her out of her shoes, then pulled down her suspender tights and in so doing I got very close to her ginger bush; backing my hands around her back side and slowly pulling them down, my fingers softly falling over one of the nicest asses that my fingers have ever graced! I looked up into her eyes, as I did this. I wanted to see her reaction as my fingers slowly roamed through her callipygian cleft. Then I felt the touch of a foreign object…Oooh-Ya! Her anal jewel lit up my imagination like getting hit with a cattle prod! She was playfully confident, “You don’t have a pocket Captain Flint, so I can’t ask you…is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me? It is apparent that you are very happy to see me!” I said, “Steady as you go, my lovely” (meaning to steady herself on my shoulders again, as I got her out of her tights). I just tossed her tights on to the settee, stood up and turned to face her. She is the tallest woman that I have ever stood face to face with; yet she has classic proportions. She has an hour glass figure, not the 3 minute egg timer kind, but long and lithe. She seemed to want me to survey her; so I did! I noticed that she was doing the same thing. She turned her head sideways, as I walked behind her I thought out loud, “If I were to compare you to a yacht, Beth Anne, it would be a round the word ocean racer. You have clean lines, long and fast, with a strong tall rig that needs gale-force winds for optimum performance; simply gorgeous and so easy on the eye!” My circular traverse complete, she has turned her head to this side, watching me with smiling amusement, and just maybe, a little pride at my ocean racer metaphor of her.

I am now thinking how much that I have always wanted to be with a woman who not only enjoys taking an enema or an enema series, she obviously enjoys having a high quality anal plug inserted, while she walked out to be driven here, when she waked down to get on the boat; she had to be conscious of the feeling in her ass the entire trip; how hot is that! Face to face with her again; close…very close, I can feel her breath. She is warm and she smells like a woman should and it forces to me breathe in her essence, and as my cock rubs up against the bush of her fire pussy, and the hard nipples of her very nice breasts rub up and under my lower pecs; I have a new confidence that there are two bullets in the gun! Just before I am ready to show her to the Master Stateroom, she pulled the pulled the trigger first, in a soft breathy command, accentuating her sensuality “Show me to your bed, my Captain. I want you to lie down and allow me to take you inside of me at my will.” I quipped with as much charm as I could muster, “You drive a hard bargain, Milady! I accept your terms!” I took her by the hand and led her down and through the Galley to the bulkhead that contained the doorway into the Master Stateroom. I told her, “Watch your head as we go through this doorway, Milady; it wasn’t cut for people like us!” As we emerged into the space, there was plenty of headroom for us both to stand fully upright again. The bed is high, with two large capacity storage drawers underneath. It is King sized length and width only the foot of the bed. Since the space is well forward in the boat, the bed tapers narrower at the pillows and is a little less than Queen sized width, so King sized linens and quilts tuck nicely around the sides. The teak panels taper up and away at varying angles to match the hull taper, giving the illusion of more space than just the bed itself. I lifted a high knee onto the bed and crawled up, not too worried about her looking at my ass and balls swinging, before I got into place and then rolled on my back and centered myself on the bed. I sat up and reached to close the portlight shades from prying eyes that maybe walking the docks. She is lithe and surprisingly athletic; she moved quickly to lightly touch my hand and in her soft breathy lilt, “No love, use the light to watch us join.” She easily got up on the bed and her long legs straddled me, taking my cock in her hand; one of the most erotic moves of memory. She has warmth in her expression as she looks at me, mesmerizing me to watch her press my cock into her wet pussy; she tilted forward straining slightly, Emerald and Gold visibly bobbing in her gorgeous ass; I resolved then and there, I would have her there too! The colors disappeared as she guided me in deeper, her eyes in my eyes.

I have a Rogue 100 pound flat weight that I put on my abs to perform a glute press with: 4 sets of 10 reps, fast with no break. Since she was actually on her haunches straddling me, it was easy for me to glute press up into her. I was looking to hit the spot just around the curve in her pussy and on my outstroke I wanted to rub her clit. It took me a couple of press-ups to get acquainted with her anatomy, but once I got my bearings, as it were, she went somewhere. Fucking was as natural as breathing for my friend from Zity.Biz and I let my hands run and stroke her lovely breasts, then her hips and her thighs. Finally I put both hands on her lower back and pulled her into my upward glute press thrust and this brought her back to the moment with me. On my stroke out, she clamped her pussy down on me and she rode me down; I pressed up hard into her, but she clasped me tight with her thighs and rode me hard; the more I bucked up, the tighter she held me-even bracing her arms on my chest! I was now out of control and she seemed revel in it, constantly looking into my eyes. I was going into that place of need, of want, of desire to…I started to shake violently, vocalizing what, I don’t really remember; one final thrust into this incredible beauty and I came uncontrollably. My abs and my entire pelvis continued to spasm after my sperm was all in Beth Anne’s lovely pussy. A minute or so later I was breathing normally, with a nice little endorphin high. She was lying out on top of me, her ginger locks flowing around the side of me. I heard her breath into my ear, “No what if or how will and no being coy with the other; I want us completely naked.” I listened to her lilt, as a gift; the light melodic charm of the cadence of her speech echoing in my brain. I lightly stroked her ginger hair over the top of her head so that I could focus on her face better. I lightly brushed my lips over hers; I deemed a full on lip-lock inappropriate for us because that was not what our meeting was about. I said, “I’m not done with you yet. In a few moments, I am going to escort you to the shower. Then we are coming back here where I will have your gorgeous ass.” She was amused, “I have some conditions.”

@Sailing_Master Great post!!! Your wife is lucky to have you. In a broader sense, you are also lucky to have her. Can't commend you enough for what you do and the commitment to the “Love of your life”..

As far as your Friends and Fantasy posts go - they are increidbly creative, exciting, arousing and engaging. Keep them cumming! Who's next?? And to the friends you meet along they way - they too are incredible!! Very enjoyable thread and appreciate all of the “participants”. You guys plant a lot of seeds for the rest of us!!! 😄😈😈😈🌹

@Sailing_Master

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@Sailing_Master from a mutual friend it was suggested that I wish you, ‘Fair Winds and Following Seas’, as I disembarked from a glorious day with you. 🌹

I loved our encounter. 🌹

@Ms_Lila , I can't thank you enough for your contribution. You have only my great respect and gratitude for your creative writing abilities. I have no regrets, only fond memories of our fantasy encounter, on the fantasy m/v Optimystique.🌹 PS- I will gladly go back to reading about your real life. 🌹

My Dear @gibby:

It is winter by the time I have finally found all the logistics of moving this magnificent Mariner 40 Trawler from St. Louis to Flathead Lake in Montana. I am currently berthed at the Polestar Marina just outside of St. Louis, Mo. They have a Travel Lift to get the boat out of the water and onto a truck trailer specifically built to handle the wide load of the 13 foot, 1 inch beam of m/v Optimystique; wide load indeed! The Dayton Yacht Harbor, located in the small town of Dayton on the West Shore of Flathead Lake, has a Travel Lift that can take the boat off of the truck trailer and put it directly in the lake. The problem, as you know too well being a resident in Montana, is that the lake is pretty brutal in the dead of winter. I had hoped to get to you before that; but my time has been overtaken by events, as they say. I plan to stay here for another two weeks and if I am very lucky, I may be able to entice another extreme beauty on to the boat for a…oh for lack of a better description, let’s just call it a get to know each other…a little better; much better hopefully. But that may not happen until after the holidays.

I plan to put the boat in dry storage in mid January and then fly back to Portland and get the big sailing vessel ready to sell. That should restock the coffers. You know…I have some 200,000 Southwest Airlines points at my disposal; it would probably only take 25,000 points to get you a round trip ticket to Portland. Perhaps around the first of February? I’m just saying that we might not have to wait for Flathead Lake to get warm again.

Yours very truly

Captain Flint

@Sailing_Master

Just watch out for the prevailing winds because it ain't a fart

Signed :

Rear Guard TA

Dear @Sailing_Master 🌹

The cost of bringing your boat out this way would be prohibitive and instead I think a weekend at the Kimpton RiverPlace Hotel in Portland would be a much better idea. 🌹 It is pet friendly and I could bring Skuter with me … he is a good traveling companion and I would make the drive from my home to our rendezvous. I have friends along the way that I want to see … and a road trip with Skuter is just what we need. And at the end of that road trip … I want to spend some time with you for a weekend. 🌹 I want to do many … slow 🌹 … intimate enemas with you and lay by a fire and touch … cuddle … and share the warmth of our bodies with each other as we fill with enemas we place into each other. 🌹🌹🌹

I know that you are married and a devoted husband … caring … and she is always in your heart and your mind ❤️ and she must be a woman of no equal. 🌹 I will welcome your touch … the feel of you as we make love … 🌹 … and if your thoughts and heart are with her as you and I have each other … I would be touched that you think of her as you have me. 🌹🌹🌹 And for the three nights and two days that we will be with each other … I will be happy to have you see my nakedness at your will. 🌹🌹🌹 Don't be shy about looking at me … and I want you to see me in whatever way you wish. I will make love with you as many times as you want … in any way that you want … and always we will have enemas for those times when we reflect on our lives. 🌹🌹🌹 I am yours … 🌹 my vagina … 🌹 … my private entrance … 🌹 and yes … I will go down on you as the moment makes us want to. 🌹🌹🌹

This journey that you are on … a fantasy … I have no doubt that your wife knows and understands your desires because she had taken them from you for all these years. ❤️❤️❤️ She's taken your release many … many … wonderful times 🌹 and you have always done the best by her and … I have a feeling that she would give you a … hall pass … for our time together. 🌹🌹🌹

Of course we won't always be in our suite … but I will only be out for a little while to let Skuter do his business. 😉 He's not a pup anymore … and set in his ways. But once he's taken care of … then my clothes come off and we learn more about each other. 🌹 We are going to do many enemas … long … slow … quick … short … and I will share with you mine and @Cedar's soul kiss enema technique we refined almost at the first time we met. They are enemas that we share with each other in our chat messages … and when you … 🌹 SM 🌹 … and I do our soul kiss enemas … it will be something we can bring back to here.

Looking forward to seeing you … 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

Gibby

My Dear @gibby:

When I read your post last night, my heart leaped in to my throat!🌹 Then not long after, my pants suddenly became too tight and I needed to change into my robe to let my cock run free.😈 I really like the way that you think.😉 The $6,000 or so to get to Flathead Lake, of course was only one way! It was going to be close $7,500 to get it from Flathead Lake to Lake Michigan, my next destination. A good chunk of change to be sure, but it’s hard to put a price on adventure; after all, what else am I going to spend my money on?😎

Speaking of that, I reserved a Riverfront Fireplace Suit for us at Kimpton RiverPlace Hotel in Portland the weekend of February 4th through February 6th, leaving on the 7th. I hope that gives you time to be with your entire family❤️❤️❤️❤️, then breathe a little, and decompress, before you gather your thoughts for our romantic weekend. 🌹

Gibby your insight into my relationship with my wife is spot on. She knows that I write erotic fantasy stories, because I have read some of them to her…excerpts from stories that I have written. Or I might say that I was in a “chat room”, reading about sexy things that people do to one another. What? She asks, so I give her a tad-bit. What we do on this fantasy journey, in reality, is to write a sexy story. The fact that I am writing that story with a real live sensual woman😈, only adds to the story. It still needs to be well written and be grounded in some shared reality; much different than when you actually visit @Cedar and or @Ms_Lila. That is real; still needs to be well written, though. But it is real and not a story. I cannot do that, as much as I may want to sometimes. But I do have a hall pass, as you say, to write a sexy story with you and I have to say…your experiences are beyond mine and there will be some firsts for me. Not to worry because adventure is my middle name, and yet, I may have to share the lead with you. Sometimes I’ll need it and I sense that sometimes so will you too. So be it, you have already outlined a remarkable weekend, so our story gets crafted within your hot and sexy outline. I don’t mind telling you Gibby…I can hardly wait until the first weekend in February🌹.

Love, Captain Flint🌹

Your Sailing Master

Captain Flint, or should I say @Sailing_Master, is it possible that that little alien who impregnated me stole my clit pin? Could you ask them about it, please? I can’t find it anywhere. When you guys transported me back down, you kind of messed up! This is the story of my return.

Rick sinks his huge piss hard-on into his woman's arse and begins to relieve himself, noticing how wet and slippery she is. I sigh, “Rick MEOW that feels good. Would you be mad if I told you I was snatched by aliens had sex with a tentacle monster and had baby aliens out of my arse?” Rick is incredulous, “What? You always make me laugh with your wild things. Well, uh…No of course not, just as long as you fought them first I suppose I would be fine with that.” I say with a-matter-of-Fact intent, “Well, then I was snatched by aliens and raped by a tentacle monster that hatched eggs inside my bottom and then I gave birth to alien babies through my arse hole last night.”

He mocks me, “You mean you ate too much pepperoni and smoked too much pot all while you were playing games online… what is that thing… Kings Quest?" I am somewhat disgusted with him, ”So you don't think it was real then?" His retort is a single word, "No." That condescension inspired my logic, “Well, then why are my hello kitty shirt and glasses sitting on the floor and I am in your bed instead of in my little house with Zofia and Tina? We always sleep together on gaming nights. Explain that one Professor!” I just kept on at him, “And where is my clit pin?” He mocked me, “Maybe Zofia or Tina took it out to get at you?” Then he changed his tempo, “Just settle down! Come back to bed. I said come back to bed!” I was adamant, “It happened!” He was either starting to believe me or was just placating me, “Fine something happened. Your feet are not dirty, so you did not walk up the road from the little house. Is your cunt is dripping with milk?” He began to question his own credibility, “Hmm, something has happened.” His command had a hint of curiosity, “Come over here close.” He licked my cunt and then recoiled and said with disdain, “Phew!! It tastes like cutting lube. What have you girls been doing? I do not want to know. My cock was in that stuff?” I was beginning to enjoy his discomfort and I laughed, “Too late now.” He groused, “Whatever?” Then he began to wonder, “Did you enjoy the experience?”

I said with satisfaction, "Yes!" He said with resignation, “They brought you home safe.” Again with satisfaction, I said, “Yes!” Then he seemed to have some compassion, “So you are now a Mommy. You always wanted that.” He knew what had happened to me and why. But I just confirmed, "Yes!" Seemingly exasperated he asked, “So what is the problem?” I tried not to shed a tear, “I had to leave my babies with them.” He seemed triumphant, “See how talking fixes things. You are now fixed. Now start the fire and put the heat up! It is freezing in here!” One tear fell down my cheek. I was pissed off at having to be vulnerable, “I am not fixed! I want my babies!” He became strict and I hate it when he's like that, “I say you are fixed.” I said nothing but just glared at him. He got louder, “What are you? Fixed!” Then he became a little panicked and groused, “I did not say put your Hello Kitty shirt and glasses on and storm out of the room like a bloodthirsty Valkyrie!” Bang! “Slam the door as hard as you can and walk back to your little house now! That's right. Stick your tongue out at me! That's my obedient woman!”

Rick thinks to himself, “Good girl!” I will wave and smile at you like an idiot. By-by sweetie “HA-HA that really pissed her off"! For now, it is fun later I will suffer.

Dam it Rick! I am so seriously mad at you, why can you not take me seriously, Jerk! Ouch, that gravel is hard on my sexy little bare feet.”

Rick looks out of the window saying to himself, “Look at that little thing shiver. BRRR! It is cold out there. OOO gave me the finger. On your way, tough little bitch. That is why I love you. I might as well turn up the heat and make myself toast. AHHH it is like being married and single at the same time.”

Back at the little house:

I open the door to feel a welcome rush of heat. After a much-needed trip to the water closet to pee and release Rick's pee enema and load I find Zofia and Tina sitting in the kitchen nude having tea and smelling of sex. Tina is eying a remote Zofia teases at pushing a button on it. She notices me locking gaze with her dark deep eyes “So what the fuck happened to you last night,” demanded Zofia. Then Tina added, “I think she had a sudden craving for cock and went to Rick. Zofia glares at tina silently telling her to shut it then continued You said, “I’m just getting up to pee; be right back.” You deserted! I was in no mood to take any of their shit, “I was snatched by aliens and raped by a tentacle monster then gave birth to alien babies out of my arse hole! So lay off! Both of you! Did one of you take my clit pin out?” Zofia seemed innocent, “Not Me. " Maybe one of the Aliens took it as a souvenir? I was thinking out loud, “There was one that kept making noises and playing with my tits. So Ehmmm… Zofia's mood had changed towards me. I must have come off as being a serious mess to her” Zofia smiled at me, “Hellie! You probably took it out yourself and forgot about it. The thing will turn up someplace”.

Tina couldn’t help herself; she needed to chime in, “Get a grip on things! You were just dreaming about weird sex fantasies like tentacle monsters and alien probing. Plus your baby dreams happen all the time. I have to say coming out of your bottom is a new one. Then it makes sense with the tentacle monster laying eggs. You probably just smoked too much pot and had too many Sambuca shots. You can't handle that shit, you know that!”

I was thinking to myself and didn’t realize I was vocalizing, “MMM, it really happened! Explain how I managed to get from here to the main house without having dirty feet then and the missing clit pin! Rick believes me, sort of… maybe.” Zofia chided me, “Hellie you know Rick just goes along with any of your crazy shit to keep you from freaking out on him. You walked back from there to here so that is possible. It is so cold your feet are dry so let me see.” She took a look at my feet and then commented, “Well… they are not really dirty just a bit dusty looking.”

Then Tina takes a look and says, “They are not really dirty.” Licking her lips She adds “ I could give them a tung wash”. Zofia presses the buttons on the remote. Tina pops her eyes. A humm can be heard emanating from her chair.

Then Zofia looks me over with lust, “Let's get that top off and take a good look to see if they gave you any reminders". I put my arms up, she rolls Hello Kitty up and over my head dropping it to the floor commenting “ Hello titty ”and licking my hard nipples "I like what I see! You smell so good Hellie! It's your cunt! What is that nice smell emanating from that sweet cunt of yours?” I hissed, “Stop it, Zofia!” But she was adamant, “Let's have a taste of that!” Then she said in wonder, “It tastes kind of like banana milk! MMM, I love it!” I cried out in vain, “Zofia no!” But to no avail, because Zofia ordered, “Get your face into her Tina!” Tina began to have a go at me after a while coming up for air and exclaimed in wonder, “Oh my God, you taste so good! I taste Coconut, Banana…and cum!” I screamed out in alarm, “It is the Alien sex drug affecting both of you! Stop eating me!” I was worried about them, yet it was making me feel very good and I heard myself utter meows, urging them on, “OOOH ya keep going.”

Was this all just another freaky dream? Does it really matter? It all seems so real. It was real! No one will believe me! “OOO that feels so good! Tina… lick my arse hole, that’s it, get right in me! “Tastes like cinnamon buns ” MEEOOO keep going, eat those buns, that feels so good! All I need is that horny little alien working my tits!”

The Relationships:

Tina is Hellie’s Girlfriend. She lives in.

Zofia is Hellie's best friend and is married. Zofia has couple sex with Rick and Hellie with her Husband regularly and also with Hellie and Tina a lot.

The Little House: This used to be a barn for tractors and other equipment. It can fit 3 trucks. Hellie and Rick turned it into a two-floor little house so Hellie could have her own space. The lower floor has sewing and model making space complete with a kitchen and water closet under the stairs. Upstairs has a bedroom, water closet, bath and game room. There is a balcony all around the second floor.

Thank you for helping me write this Sailing Master. I apologise for taking so long to post.

@Bad_Princess you came up the ideas and you had much of the dialogue blocked out. All I did was to help you with some even flow to your story and I added in some syntax. You know I think that syntaxes are probably deductible on your annual Canadian taxes, although you should consult a good tax attorney first.😁 😃Uh…about your clit pin…😜

Ships Log Supplemental January 5, 2022, Late:

This is the 36th day at the Polestar Marina and it has been several weeks since I have experienced a vivid dream. I have had too many creative writing projects to be able to have a vivid dream. But tonight is different. I have taken ample doses of Ginkgo-Biloba and Siberian Ginseng, plus some CDB/melatonin combination. I begin to dose…off>>>REM>>>Vivid Dream state…partial lucidity>>>

Commander Renoth Osoith, the Exalted Mankon of the Nuvad Federation who was looking at me as though I was a traitor, said “That is a dangerous allegation that you are making, Captain Flint. Do you have any proof?” I said, “Please review the video, Commander, I have nothing but respect for your crew. But even you have to admit that Foustlic Collon, your Senior Engineering Assistant was more than just taken by the Viking Warrior Princess, I would characterize it as being smitten. I think it is quite possible that he took her clit pin as a souvenir. “Commander Renoth Osoith seemed lost in thought for a moment, before looking up at me to explain what his dilemma was, “Let’s say you’re right Captain. Foustlic Collon, found guilty of sabotaging our base mission here, could lose everything. He could be sold into slavery on one of our outer worlds. Life as we know it would be over for him. Is that what you want?” I said, “What about a compromise Commander? I know that we have every part her scanned to precision detail. What if Your Chief Engineer crafted one out of the metal that this hull is made out of, what I refer to as Unobtanium?”

Commander Renoth Osoith, the Exalted Mankon of the Nuvad Federation smiled at me saying, “Your periodic table is quite primitive Captain Flint, but I doubt that anyone will try to reverse engineer the clitoris pin from your Viking Warrior Princess. I’ll have him fabricate one for her at once!”

Ships Log Supplemental January 6, 2022

@Bad_Princess I have some good news. I have retrieved your clit pin. Perhaps I could put it in for you when I finally get to the Toronto Marina? Until then…we will finally meet.

@Sailing_Master Thank you for retrieving my pin Sailing Master. I am not going to ask where it was but have my suspicions. Of course, you may stick in me I mean insert the pin when we meet. Looking forward to your visit. BP