Page 27 of Date and Switch

“Angel, everyone deserves to get a glimpse of heaven on their birthday.”

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Sweet little Christmas baby Jesus did Bryce know what he was doing. If someone interviewed me before getting on the ship and asked if I’d ever received top notch oral, I’d have been like hell yes, I have.

That was a lie.

Not an intentional lie, mind you. I was oblivious to the fact that this kind of manicorn existed. One who wanted to go deep sea fishing and explore every crevice.

“Angel, it’s not fair that you’re so sweet. How am I ever going to get enough of you?”

Bryce took his time worshiping every centimeter of skin on my inner thighs long before he even tried to move north to the part of my anatomy sobbing for his attention.

“You smell so good. Every inch of your skin.”

He ran his face in lazy patterns along my inner thighs, the sensation shorting out my brain. His strong fingers flexed onto their backs. I felt his warm breath and soft lips perfectly aligned with the lips of my pussy. Bryce was neither hesitant nor cautious in his introduction. I was used to men beginning with a few tentative licks, or perhaps an open mouth kiss. Typically, they tried to find a good rhythm. Not Bryce. He dove in, affixing his mouth like a suction cup, testing my depth with his tongue. He didn’t wait to see what I liked or where I preferred more or less pressure. He took command of my pussy as if he’d been captain of that ship for years. Scratch that, not a regular ship, a pirate ship. He plundered, worshipped my pearl, dove deep for buried treasure; any euphemism fit.

“Bryce. Shit, Bryce.” His tongue whipped me into a torrent of ecstasy. I couldn’t form words or hear sounds. My sight became so narrow focused the only thing I could see was Bryce’s eyes over my mound, occasionally lit up by the slowly tapering storm.

“You can hang on to that come all you want,” His fingers worked my clit, each stroke pushing me towards the orgasm that teased me just out of reach.

“Right there,” I keened, reaching and inching ever closer to my finale.

“I’m going to buy out every condom shop in Argentina, angel. I don’t want to spend a single day on this trip, wishing, wanting, or being unclear in any way exactly how much I want to worship your body.”

“Hey, no. Don’t stop! I’m so close!”

I lifted my ass off the bed trying to follow his mouth. I forced my eyes to focus. Watched as he yanked his cock out of his boxer shorts. He fucked his fingers into me, while also jerking himself off.

“I want to watch you for a while, angel.”

The gentle way he rocked his fingers in and out of me was such a dichotomy to the way he abused his own cock. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I’d seen him without a shirt on plenty of times, but it was the first time I’d seen him in all his naked glory. His thighs were as chiseled as his calves were. As he sat, kneeling, resting on his ankles, those thigh muscles rippled and flexed with each pull.

“Bryce, please. I want you to make me come.”

“Soon.” He grunted, fucking into his own hand while his fingers fucked into me. “I want you to come against my mouth just as I’m about to come myself.”

I wanted to know what his cock felt like. To lose myself in those first few painful seconds after you’d not taken a cock in a while. To luxuriate in the stretch, to bare down on the intrusion, and ride on towards ecstasy.

So caught up in the fantasy of my own making, I missed Bryce repositioning to take my clit in his mouth. In three flicks of his tongue my whole being constricted. The air left the room, silence pushed in, and everything felt suspended in time. Then with a last flick, I splintered into a million pieces, bucking against Bryce like a rodeo show pony. He braced my hips with the full length of his arm, holding me in place while he continued to mercilessly feast, while riding to his own conclusion.

“Angel.”

Breathless and spent, we sprawled, arms and legs akimbo, across my bed. My mouth wouldn’t form words. I still had no sensation in my legs, and every rush of blood that coursed through my veins carried an intoxicating combination of hormones that held me hostage on a pleasure cruise of sensation.

“Do you think the gift shop sells condoms?” I asked.

Date & Switch: Day 30

What an interesting week at sea it’s been. We survived our first crazy ocean storm. I thought I was going to die, a thousand percent. They tell you the ship has stabilizers, experienced crew blah blah–but compared to waves the size of the empire state building? No match. Bryce made sure I stayed safe though, and other than a few lost deck chairs, and literally EVERY bottle of perfume I brought with me (including one that my grandmother gave me I can’t replace), there was no damage anywhere other than my nervous system, haha.

I wanted to post an update today, because we’re currently docked in Buenos Aires, Argentina and it is our last semi-functioning port until we pass through Antarctica, round Cape Horn, and come up the west coast of South America. So you won’t get a blog or pictures from us for about fifteen or so days. I’ll be sure to do a full photo dump today before we push off so you have something to keep you entertained.

It’s New Year’s Eve. Our ship pushes off and heads into destinations unknown around 7:00 p.m. I hope you all had a wonderful holiday and that you stay safe tonight.

Sera

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