Rugged Seduction on a Deserted Beach

The sun had long since dipped into the turquoise waters of the Maldivian atoll, casting a warm orange glow over the deserted beach. I lay on the sand, my skin slick with the remnants of a languid afternoon swim.

My companion, a ruggedly handsome stranger, stood before me, his eyes locked on mine with a piercing intensity. "You are old," he said, his voice low and husky, "and your jaws are too weak For anything tougher than suet; Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak." I smiled, my lips curling upward in a slow, sensual smile. "I suppose I'm not as feeble as you think," I replied, my voice husky with desire. He took a step closer, his eyes never leaving mine. "I think you're stronger than you know," he said, his voice dripping with seduction. As he spoke, he reached out and gently grasped my wrist, his fingers closing around it like a vice. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he pulled me to my feet, his eyes never leaving mine. We walked to the water's edge, the waves lapping at our feet.

He turned me to face him, his eyes burning with desire. "I want to see you stripped bare," he said, his voice low and husky. "I want to see every inch of your body, every curve and every contour." I felt a surge of excitement at his words, my heart pounding in my chest. I nodded, my eyes locked on his, and he reached out to unbutton my shirt, his fingers moving with a slow, sensual precision. As he stripped me bare, I felt a sense of vulnerability wash over me, but it was quickly replaced by a sense of excitement and desire.

I was completely at his mercy, and I knew that he would take me to the limits of my endurance. He reached out and gently stroked my chest, his fingers tracing the contours of my muscles. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he touched me, his fingers sending sparks of desire through my body. "I want to see you come," he said, his voice low and husky. "I want to see you lose control and let go." I nodded, my eyes locked on his, and he reached out to stroke my cock, his fingers moving with a slow, sensual precision. I felt a surge of excitement at his touch, my body tensing with desire. As he stroked me, I felt a sense of release wash over me, my body tensing with pleasure.

I came hard, my body shuddering with desire, and he reached out to catch me, his arms closing around me like a vice. "I knew you were strong," he said, his voice low and husky, as he held me close. "I knew you could take it." I smiled, my lips curling upward in a slow, sensual smile. "I'm not done yet," I replied, my voice husky with desire. He smiled back, his eyes burning with desire. "I'm counting on it," he said, his voice low and husky. As we stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, I knew that this was just the beginning of our journey together. We would explore every inch of each other's bodies, every curve and every contour. We would push each other to the limits of our endurance, and we would come out stronger on the other side. I was ready for whatever lay ahead, as long as it was with him.