Aaaar. Ya scurvy dogs! Are ye ready for a tale of romance and plunder on the high seas of the hotel mattress? Aaaar.
My ship had been sailing in a storm of frustrated waters. When I learnt that Ashley Sweet was visiting from her far away land and was docking her lovely ship in Calgary’s port recently, I arranged for a two-hour session of r & r for my long-suffering crewmember.
Ashley’s first docking at her usual port was temporary, so she had to haul her treasure chest to a new beach on a different island. She gave me the coordinates and I sailed to the new destination for the rendezvous.
When she greeted me, Ashley was wearing a leather outfit that was as pleasing to the eye as she was herself. She was nearly popping out and I was certainly popping up my periscope.
I had showered already, but since the new port of call did not have a Jacuzzi, I opted for a quick second one there. Dried off, I returned to the room as she slowly undid her leather ensemble and offered to try on a second outfit she had purchased recently.
This one was even more amazing. I really wish I had a picture of it because seeing really was disbelieving! I was astounded that this hot filly could look even hotter, but it’s true.
It was a Pervy Pirate number, that while not practical for the stormy seas, was more than applicable for the typhoon of titillation she was about to unleash.
I promised to think of a good pirate name for her. At the time, there simply was not enough blood flowing to my brain to think straight.
Having done some research on real pirates and fictional pirates, I concluded it was a tougher challenge than I thought.
Long John Silver… Slick Slit Beaver?
Jack Sparrow… Jane Cock Blow?
Oh God. These are terrible. Now I’m stuck.
Lady Pussy d’Amour? Sort of sounds like a James Bond girl like Pussy Galore, but I think it also has a “pirate sound” to it and sums up her pirate character too. Or Tushy d’Amour?
Anyway…
Miss d’Amour immediately began a session of superb kissing, some playful patting of her bountiful bosom, and some succulent suction on the good ship HMS Early Bird.
She toweled me off and we chatted some more, discussed some other costume ideas (I really think these are great ideas) and I got ready for a second attempt at digging for buried treasure.
Some more kissing, some more navigating around her buoys, and then I probably freaked her out. I had read Tarzana’s recent review on her and just decided “You know, I’m gonna tongue her ass too.” Plunder the booty as it were, just to keep the pirate theme going.
So out came some the strawberry-kiwi gel, I squeezed it onto her cheeks and her backdoor love hole, and proceeded to lick away with her on all fours.
Quite frankly, for reasons I don’t really understand, I find the feel for my tongue when DATO is actually better than DATY, not that that isn’t pleasurable!, so lick away I did, also giving some finger action to her lovely and desirable regular chalice of pleasure.
No more gel, and in my rubbered-up missile went for some doggie-style drilling until unleashing a second blast into her as she commented on the appealing sight in the mirror. Some pirates wear a patch over their missing eye, and Lady d’Amour wore her love patch over my one-eyed trouser snake to wondrous effect. Aaaaar!
It was a great session, although I am still shaking my head that in two hours it seemed to be more about my pleasure than hers. How did that happen!? I dunno, things just go the way they go, but hopefully when I meet up with her again, I will be sure to attend to her needs a bit better.
Again, that pirate outfit was soooooooooooo sexy. Unbelievable. I wonder what other outfits she can use to make my jaw drop.
A certifiable 9.5/10 evening by her, (probably a 5/10 by me!), so a 9/10 overall.
My ship had been sailing in a storm of frustrated waters. When I learnt that Ashley Sweet was visiting from her far away land and was docking her lovely ship in Calgary’s port recently, I arranged for a two-hour session of r & r for my long-suffering crewmember.
Ashley’s first docking at her usual port was temporary, so she had to haul her treasure chest to a new beach on a different island. She gave me the coordinates and I sailed to the new destination for the rendezvous.
When she greeted me, Ashley was wearing a leather outfit that was as pleasing to the eye as she was herself. She was nearly popping out and I was certainly popping up my periscope.
I had showered already, but since the new port of call did not have a Jacuzzi, I opted for a quick second one there. Dried off, I returned to the room as she slowly undid her leather ensemble and offered to try on a second outfit she had purchased recently.
This one was even more amazing. I really wish I had a picture of it because seeing really was disbelieving! I was astounded that this hot filly could look even hotter, but it’s true.
It was a Pervy Pirate number, that while not practical for the stormy seas, was more than applicable for the typhoon of titillation she was about to unleash.
I promised to think of a good pirate name for her. At the time, there simply was not enough blood flowing to my brain to think straight.
Having done some research on real pirates and fictional pirates, I concluded it was a tougher challenge than I thought.
Long John Silver… Slick Slit Beaver?
Jack Sparrow… Jane Cock Blow?
Oh God. These are terrible. Now I’m stuck.
Lady Pussy d’Amour? Sort of sounds like a James Bond girl like Pussy Galore, but I think it also has a “pirate sound” to it and sums up her pirate character too. Or Tushy d’Amour?
Anyway…
Miss d’Amour immediately began a session of superb kissing, some playful patting of her bountiful bosom, and some succulent suction on the good ship HMS Early Bird.
She toweled me off and we chatted some more, discussed some other costume ideas (I really think these are great ideas) and I got ready for a second attempt at digging for buried treasure.
Some more kissing, some more navigating around her buoys, and then I probably freaked her out. I had read Tarzana’s recent review on her and just decided “You know, I’m gonna tongue her ass too.” Plunder the booty as it were, just to keep the pirate theme going.
So out came some the strawberry-kiwi gel, I squeezed it onto her cheeks and her backdoor love hole, and proceeded to lick away with her on all fours.
Quite frankly, for reasons I don’t really understand, I find the feel for my tongue when DATO is actually better than DATY, not that that isn’t pleasurable!, so lick away I did, also giving some finger action to her lovely and desirable regular chalice of pleasure.
No more gel, and in my rubbered-up missile went for some doggie-style drilling until unleashing a second blast into her as she commented on the appealing sight in the mirror. Some pirates wear a patch over their missing eye, and Lady d’Amour wore her love patch over my one-eyed trouser snake to wondrous effect. Aaaaar!
It was a great session, although I am still shaking my head that in two hours it seemed to be more about my pleasure than hers. How did that happen!? I dunno, things just go the way they go, but hopefully when I meet up with her again, I will be sure to attend to her needs a bit better.
Again, that pirate outfit was soooooooooooo sexy. Unbelievable. I wonder what other outfits she can use to make my jaw drop.
A certifiable 9.5/10 evening by her, (probably a 5/10 by me!), so a 9/10 overall.
