Cruising Stories Novels & Stories

Chapter 1. The beach house rental was supposed to be a quiet solo weekend to clear my head after a brutal breakup. Instead, the biggest storm of the year hit the coast just after I arrived. The power went out, waves crashed violently against the rocks below, and the wind just kept on howling as if it wanted to tear the entire house apart. I lit every single candle I could find and poured myself a large glass of scotch, trying desperately to ignore how isolated the place felt.

On a sharp curve, the vehicle lost control and plunged off the cliff. I heard every word, but none of it felt real. Dominic was careful. He feared that mountain road more than anyone. How could he overload the motorcycle in the rain? How could Marcus and his three friends all be on it at the same time? I fell to the ground beside Dominic and cried until my throat burned. He would never again come home covered in dust and tell me he had earned enough for dinner. He would never again pat the children’s heads and promise them better days.

My ride was already waiting outside. ***** Sitting in my room engrossed in the book I am reading. After the visit to Sarah's house, I got home and no one was home as usual. My parents are very busy people. My dad owned various oil companies in Different countries and of course had to travel from time to time. My mum is a businesswoman. She travelled a lot too. Hopefully, she'd be around tomorrow. Deciding that the book was starting to bore me. I opened the I*******m app and started scrolling through the posts.

He broke the kiss and looked into my eyes, his cock still rock hard and pressed between us. Bruce guided me to the bed, laying me gently on my back. I spread my legs for him instinctively, still buzzing from everything we’d done. He knelt between my thighs, his thick cock heavy and hard again, veins pulsing. But instead of entering me right away, he leaned down and pressed a slow, reverent kiss directly onto my swollen, dripping pussy.

Me: Let me send you the basic pictures and videos now so you will understand what I'll say. I go offline to check out the pictures and videos I'll send to him, before I start to explain my experiences so he knows how I was suspended on air from inside. Laying on the beach, sailing in the Creeks, how our yacht almost overturned after taking a shot of the mysterious finger-like mangrove spot in the Creeks, even descending into water and the thrilling experience staying right here gathers up into the story I tell him. She's more than amazed, exclaiming to miss a lot, wishing it was him and I who were on this trip.

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I say sympathetically of course I don’t need to sound like I am mocking her. “Guess the love hate thing really do work huh,” she teases, “I am happy for you two, you are perfect for each other.” It was a wonderful day, tomorrow evening we will reach Mauritius and soon the vacation will be over, but what is a good cruise from hell without some twists and turns? Heath and I had decided to spend some time away from each other’s hands and delicious bodies and spent time with our friends instead. Boys cruise out vs girls cruise out.

The sweet Aroma of lavender assaulted her nose and sent shivers down her spine, as his tight butt cheeks were pressing to her stomach, due to their difference in height. "I told you to leave didn't I?" Brian tried to sound as harsh as he could, but his voice refused to sound just as he wanted, because Emma tightened her hold on him again, making him nearly let out a groan. Her entire body pressed to his own tightly, while her already erected nipples started to poke him, while her heart was beating madly against his back. "I want to have sex with you." Emma said again, holding back the urge to cry and running out of the room, with this shameless act she's doing.

" We spent until lunchtime just minding our own business. Crimson had a notebook out, and every few minutes after strumming, he'd write something down. Occasionally, I'd also hear him hum a short tune, but each tune only lasted for a few seconds. The sight of Crimson playing his guitar made me want to sketch him. I don't know what it was, but there was something that was drawing me to him. I don't know if it's the colors around him, or the fact that his music somehow sounded lonely. Crimson stretched his arms as the bell for lunch rang. "You want anything from the cafeteria?" He asked. "Can I come with?" I replied as I stood up. "I don't know my way around the school yet." "What? Then what'd

It was all quiet at first. Only thing you could hear is the boats engine and the waves splashing off the bow. We were cuddling together on a cushioned bench seat with a table in front of us. Sitting quietly ,enjoying the warm breeze and the feeling the sun on our skin. The captain was in the bridge steering the boat to the islands she spoke of. I sat with my legs midway open while my wife was cuddling basically on me. Her legs over mine, her body leaning into mine with her arms wrapped around my torso. I had one hand wrapping her belly and the other rubbing her shoulders. They felt less tense. I was happy for that. Means she's not feeling stress or anxiety. My only mission in life was to kee