***WARNING***
The following story is not for the faint of heart and is NOT intended for those under the age of 18! Consider yourself forewarned!
Anchors Aweigh
The spring semester of my Freshman
year in college, I had the opportunity to visit my Aunt in Long
Island . Every three months
she makes a trek into the City of Manhattan
During my childhood, she would take
me with her as official assistant, in charge of holding all the bags –and I
loved it. I always managed to get a
trinket or two in the bargain. But there was something different about that day –starting with the trip into
the city –I can’t forget. The Long
Island Railroad was delayed for nearly and hour and a half, and when we finally
got on it, it was crowded –more so than normal –so was Grand Central Station and
the rest of the city. The island of Manhattan
As we strolled down the cobble
stones of South Street Seaport and reached one of her favorite shops, we found the
answer to all the people –it was Fleet Week, and the USS Abraham Lincoln along with its
battle group, just docked and the city was inundated with Sailors of all shapes and sizes, of all colors and flavors; and I the proverbially kid in a candy store.
As they disembarked and moved in
among the Manhattaners, my mind began to swirl with the Naval
possibilities. I imagine my aunt leaving
me in the city for the night. I go to a bar
and meet three of the sexist sailors –all dressed in their white Cracker Jack outfits. They pay for drinks the entire night and when
its last call, we leave the bar, but I cannot remember how to get back to my
aunts home.
One of the sailors suggests that I
join them back on the ship; that it is safe, and I can leave first thing in the
morning. I agree, but there is only one
problem how to get me on the ship. Another of
the three has an extra uniform in his pack, and I get dressed. They tell the Quarter Deck Watchstander that
I was injured and they need to help me back to my sleeping area.
Once on board, we make our way into
the hull of the ship, it’s very noisy and we enter a sound proof room, just
beyond the engine room, with a single chair. One of the sailors starts to kiss
me, when another pulls him away in order to do the same. The three of them quarrel because each wants
his turn with me first. “Why argue boys, when you can all have me –”
“At the same time?” The one who has
been most quiet all evening speaks up. I am taken aback by the question, but I
nod my head, and all three smile. The three men huddle up and whisper, then they
turn to me and begin undressing. When
they finish, I strip for my private audience of three. “Would you have a problem with being tied
up?” One inquires.
“No.” Where I stand, one of the men takes a black
neckerchief –that is part of his
uniform, and ties the ends around each of my ankles, leaving about 6-inches of
slack between the ties. A second sailor
uses his sash to tie my hands behind my back, and the third uses his to blind
fold me.
I feel one of the men slide between
my ankles, while another moves under my tied arms and up against my back. A set of
hands on my shoulders, push me to squatting and the man between my legs enters
my...
Follow the link to What's Her Fantasy? to find out what happens next!
Baci a tutti!
Stella Notte
Day 223: Wednesday July 18th, 2012
Designer: Guess
Name: Eille
Color: White
Style: Platform Wedge Sandal
Heel: 4.5 inches (11.43 cm), Platform: 1 inch (2.54 cm)
Material: Leather Upper with cutout cork heel, wooden mid-sole and crossed straps on vamp.
Beautiful in any color;
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Here are some collages of the pictures from today's photo shoot...enjoy!
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