Sage Sweetwater bringing you the Upper Tier in lesbian erotica...
...The Southern Cross beamed. She sailed the Marquesas. Seal and otter skins, beaver, too, in the Sailmaker's loft...
...I was in the lagoon, watching her comeback, sedulous in blue waters through my binoculars...it is where I first became a voyeur...
...The battens in her sails retained shape. The billow of my flesh button distended, the wind blew my labia left...
...The ancient vase painting unearthed by archaeologists sailing downwind with square sails transporting of men and goods, I had buried in the sand long ago...the Sailmaker's triangle sails propelled my cunt. The longevity of orgasm prevailed. She was close enough within a pubic hair, that I felt her penetrate me with her jackstaff, the pole at the mast with her lavender house flag...
...The Sailmaker, in 1760, on the Lloyd's Register and insured by Lloyd's of London, the name of a coffee house in London where merchants met in 1601...she made sails under a set of rules regarding the construction of ships...
Marquesas - 1774 - Land of the Ancient Tattooes
...The Sailmaker navigated me by the Southern Cross, salubrious, the True Cross, not by the False Cross, another star cross nearby. The False Cross stars are wider apart and less bright...
...A coconut bowl she wore strapped around her cunt..."Remove it," I said. "I want to eat you."...
..."First, you must go to the lagoon and bring me back a pearl. If you want the pearl, you must first pry open the oyster. If you want this pearl from my seething cunt, be off with you."...
...The Sailmaker handed me a piece of triangle linen she used to make her sails; if that wasn't a she-mariner's lust of seduction, I don't know what was. "Use this to roll up a sextant and your binoculars. I want you to watch me through your binoculars at the sight of the Southern Cross. Watch me masturbate and coax the cunt pearl," she said, leaving me no choice but to pry open the oyster. I wanted her bad! The coconut hid my fantasy pearl. I salivated at the hour I could go down on the Sailmaker. The battens in her sails retained shape. The billow of my flesh button distended, my labia blew left in the direction of the lagoon...
The Lavender Outlaw is in the House! The Firebrand Rocks! Sage Sweetwater's Authors Den poetry being transcribed to song by Iceland Songwriter Finnur Bjarki Sage Sweetwater Lesbian Songwriter Inducted into Porterhouse Music http://porterhouse.aiminghigh.is/??
Did i comment on this one before? I think i only referred back to it as being spectacular and amazing on a following write - did it 'disappear'? - it's good to read again, Trapeze, India 06 -i'm soooo tame! This is hotter than a Melt, i am upset that i didn't get to read those melt posts btw - may be they too will make a cum back - can't you rate this, and all your sexy writes, R? For Rich, Raunchy, Randy, and Right on! It would make future searching through for 'inappropriate' material much fun for those looking - this is wonderfully descriptive - female, female words, (eg:coconuts, lol, so Risque, add acute angle) woman, sexy - very you, and i am Rambling, not saying very much, getting my knickers in a twist - it's UNFAIR to post this so near full moon! Good to see you on form Sage-san - Nickyxx
During the 1960's a young soldier struggles with basic training, a bully sergeant and his own inner demons. A tale of struggle, redemption and survival.
