I am having sex with Carmella. We are at the crest of a white sand dune, the sun is hot in the sky and the breeze laps at our skin. We tumble and roll down the dune, and then run back to the top. I catch up with Carmella and lie down with her once more as seagulls sail past on the wind.
I am having sex with Carol. We are on top of a white hill, the sky is black and the air is still. Carol holds me tight, as if she is drowning. I cannot breathe and murmur in her ear until she begins to relax. The ground shifts and we slide down the slope. I try to scramble back up, while Carol holds onto my ankle. When we reach the summit, I am tired out. Carol kneels beside me and kisses my forehead.
I am having sex with Emily. We are in my bed; her hands grasp at my hair my arms my chest and my buttocks. I kiss her open mouth, her throat, her nipples, her belly and I am washed away in the sea of her eyes.
I am swimming in the ocean, treading water out of sight of land. A large angular shape surfaces nearby, like the head of a sperm whale; it is white and smooth. It begins to circle, closer and closer, the peak cutting through the water. Eventually it slows enough to let me climb on. It is warm and familiar: it is Carol’s knee. We swim to shore, and have sex on the sand; it is gritty and exhausting.
I am having sex with Carol. We are on top of a white hill, the sky is black and the air is still. Carol holds me tight, as if she is drowning. I cannot breathe and murmur in her ear until she begins to relax. The ground shifts and we slide down the slope. I try to scramble back up, while Carol holds onto my ankle. When we reach the summit, I am tired out. Carol kneels beside me and kisses my forehead.
I am having sex with Emily. We are in my bed; her hands grasp at my hair my arms my chest and my buttocks. I kiss her open mouth, her throat, her nipples, her belly and I am washed away in the sea of her eyes.
I am swimming in the ocean, treading water out of sight of land. A large angular shape surfaces nearby, like the head of a sperm whale; it is white and smooth. It begins to circle, closer and closer, the peak cutting through the water. Eventually it slows enough to let me climb on. It is warm and familiar: it is Carol’s knee. We swim to shore, and have sex on the sand; it is gritty and exhausting.
Hello, my name is Jack Sparrow. I'm a 50 year old self-employed Pirate from the Caribbean.
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