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My wife Teri and I have a game going between us. She teases me with her sexy body and the sheer animal lust builds up inside of me. I hold out as long as possible, until I can’t stand it any more and I have to have her! Pretty fun game, huh? It can lead to some quite interesting (and wild) events.

A few nights ago she and I were playing a game of Scrabble. Sometime during the game she got up and left the room (“to use the restroom,” she said), and when she came back, she was wearing extremely revealing negligee. We managed to play a few more turns as my foot explored her sexy legs and body under the table, and my cock throbbed and threatened to bust out of my shorts like the Incredible Hulk. Then she jumped up, laughing, and ran out of the room. Oh was I horny!

I got up, grabbed the bowl of popcorn that was sitting next to the Scrabble board, and headed after her. “I’M COMING FOR YOU!!!” I yelled. “I’M GONNA RIP ALL YOUR CLOTHES OFF AND EAT YOU UP!!!” I could hear her shout from the bedroom, “Eeeeek!! A rapist cannibal!”

My dick was pointing straight out, leading the way down the hall. When I entered the bedroom, I saw her knockout body lying on the bed. She’d removed her bra and pulled on one of my old T-shirts.

“Here I come,” I whispered, and made drooling sounds like some sex maniac who’d broken into the house. She squirmed and writhed on the bed, saying “no, please, don’t hurt me, don’t eat me, I’ll do anything, please…” Her body writhed and undulated, the large breasts jiggling and moving back and forth underneath the T-shirt. I set the popcorn bowl on the nightstand and sat down on the bed next to her. My hands went out and landed on each side of her body. “No please don’t hurt me don’t eat me I’ll do anything don’t kill me” she whispered. Her boobs continued to wiggle and jiggle intoxicatingly, and my hands headed that way of their own volition. They came to her breasts and squeezed. “Ooooooh!” she moaned, as her whole body seemed to spasm in response to the feel of my clutching hands. That darn T-shirt was hiding those beautiful boobs, her delicious body. I had to look at it, feel it, lick it, kiss it! My hands slid down to the bottom front of the shirt, and took firm hold. Muscles flexing, fueled by intense horniness, my arms pulled my hands away from each other…

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I started sailing on freighters when I was 18 years old. That was back in 1967, and I’ve been sailing ever since. It’s a good life for a guy who likes to be free, travel and have adventures.

Not the same kind of adventures the old timers had on those sailing vessels, though. Those days belong to ancient history. I’m talking about bedroom adventures. That was what I was looking for when I started out and I’m still looking for them, although I have had them all around the world.

I’ve been a pussy freak since I was 12. I guess you could describe me as a seaman by trade and a lover by inclination.

I’ve read these articles by different guys who said one certain ethnic type of woman was the best balling. I’ve tried them all and I can’t say that… they are ALL good! But don’t let anyone tell you that women are the same all over the world either. They are all different. Basically built the same of course, but still different in so many wonderful, interesting ways.

In Asia, Africa and Latin America, the only woman a sailor can get close to is a professional. Married women don’t dare play around and single girls live at home and are closely guarded.

But those whores are different than the walking cash register, automatic pussies we have here in the States. Those Asian, African and Latin American hookers enjoy what they do for a living and even the best of them ask so little in terms of US currency that it’s almost free.

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