Confessions from the Ship's Doctor's Log

Lust on the high seas

Three lovely women, all recently single, all in need of comfort, fulfillment and release. Out on the ocean, aboard the great, glittering cruise liner, the sight of strong, commanding sailors bulging under their crisp white uniforms sends these damsels into a state of distress.

Doctor Steel, the cruise ship's doctor, has some very unorthodox treatments for maladies like these. They involve loosening the patient's clothing. Or tearing it. They require her to be splayed across his big wooden desk, or spread out in the middle of the bar. They involve her being deeply probed in more than one direction.

Seaman Mussel, the strong, low-voiced, dark-haired ship's officer, is always on hand, standing ready to assist in filling the patient's aching need.

Warning: This sticky and raunchy 4,500+ word tale is full of graphic and explicit depictions of sexual situations, involving two men a hot BBWoman and some pegging. It is intended for readers over 18 years exclusively.

Excerpt:
His nostrils flared as my scent reached him, and my nimble fingers played a tattoo on my little hooded tang. My body shivered and my hips began to thrash as my stomach muscles rolled. I moaned quietly as my eyes implored the sailor, who maintained the rigor of his rigid discipline.

My thighs and buttocks clenched, and the heat beneath my fingers rose.

I did hope that some clothing was going to be loosened soon, though. The front of the sailor's shorts were tightening up all on their own. They would need that pressure relieved quite soon. His coc...