Temptation [MF]

I’ll be the first to admit that indulging in pleasure so often can at times bring severe pangs of regret. I doubt any of us are immune from this, as I certainly am. I try not to let them haunt me so much, but every so often I’m unable to let it creep towards my indulgences and passions without utterly devastating my soul.

Let me tell you about one of them.

On one day of my bouts of travel, I had managed to ensnare the local Island Princess. She had been chosen as the crowned representative for this particular destination, and by a perfect maelstrom of timing, the right place at the right time, and so on and so forth, fate had landed her in my arms, and my bed. I spent weeks with this dark skinned and delicious slice of caramel confectionary.

I can very much still conjure the taste of her always glossed lips and the coconut oil glistening on her skin. We would spend our days lying on deserted beaches (quirks of true local knowledge), sunsets devouring cocktails, evenings flirting with the ever passing entourage of foreigners, and our nights entangled in tropical heat, fucking until the purple and peach skies of the next day moved over the horizon – and then begin again.

After sometime, I had to return to the real world for a short sojourn. We kept in obsessive contact, and I was privy to countless angles of her perfectly contoured body, with dark eyes that bore into my soul – her gaze lingering well beyond the facade of the camera lens. I would stroke my cock dutifully as she spoke filthy words down the telephone, and every time she would send me heart-thumping pictures of her rear pussy. I would send her pictures of my cock, in the drenched and glistening state she would leave me in from afar.

I was addicted, and soon I found myself back on her island, for us to resume this filthy jungle romance.

My regret is that I strayed – as she introduced me to a friend who was visiting from the city.

A different me at the time would have approached this situation differently, as the bedding of two women together wasn’t an unfamiliar approach. That would have been the most intelligent way to go about it – but, no. I became utterly enamoured with having to make Island Princess’ City Friend mine.

I sat across the dinner table from City Friend, with Island Princess next to me. Island Princess had the game of table footsies down to a fine art, and always made sure her foot was always just on the verge of setting me off. In hindsight, it’s probably this constantly heightened level of arousal that made my eyes grow wide as I tried to keep attention to both of these creatures. City Friend made for stellar conversation – an educated girl, with thin lips and a carved face … she was in many ways the antithesis of what Island Princess was.

Where Island Princess was curvy and voracious, City Friend was lean and refined. Milk chocolate skin vs almond purity. Powerful vs demure. And so on and so forth. In bed, I would learn that where Island Princess lacked experience, City Friend could tell tales.

After an evening of pleasantries and casual conversation, It was while we were in between beach bars, with our entourage of tourist friends, that City Friend finally whispered in my ear “You want to fuck me, don’t you?”.

I pride myself on subtlety in general, and also wholly embrace the brash, and I wanted to play.

“I’m going to.”

With that, her pace moved slower and slower, and I did too.

She eventually sidestepped into the shadows, stood against a tree, arms by her side, one leg leaning up – one of the shoulders of her shirt, falling to the side, her hair tied back, and raised an eyebrow to beckon me to move towards her. I grabbed her wrists, lifted them to the tree up on the side near her head, and immediately forced my lips onto hers, my tongue searching for hers. Where Island Princess smelled like animal musk, coconut, and the sweetness of pineapple, I breathed in the roses and strawberries of City Friend’s scent. It devoured me, and as it did, my cock grew hard. Her raised leg wrapped around my leg, and drew our hips close.

I smelled the sweetness along her neck, and bit softly into it. She whispered short gasps of hot breath into my ear as I did. City Friend’s lipstick left marks along my face where Island Princess lip gloss lingered. My hands strayed slowly from her hips and along the sides of her body, finally being given permission to touch the smooth almond skin I had been eyeing all through out dinner. My thumbs traced the underside of her breasts – where Island Princess was large and unbridled, City Friend was pert and formed.

We stopped a moment and looked at each other. Her devilish eyes knew what I wanted.

And so she stepped away from me and said “We should catch up with the rest before anyone catches on”. We quickly straighten ourselves out, and after a quick inspection and another few kisses and ungallant gropes, we catch up to the rest of the group. No one had noticed. Island Princess forged ahead, as City Friend and I wore our masks and struggled to remain in the same sense of civility.

We danced and danced through the night, both girls putting on a show of sweaty skin and swinging hips. There’s an understanding on the island that there is no ownership in this environment – that these moments are fleeting and to be treasured, to be enjoyed much the same as the waves that crash through the sands to the beckoning of the moon. The understanding that desire may tear through the night as vicious and cold as the currents through the seas.

Eventually, as the night wore on, I bid my intention to leave. Of course, Island Princess was a little taken aback – as usually we were last to leave the party. I lied, and told her that the trip had worn me out, but I’d love to see her first thing in the morning. She had caught on fairly quick, and immediately said “You want City Friend, don’t you?”.

The question lingered in the air for a seeming aeon. It’s not the turmoil of the decision that made me slow to answer, it was more the eloquence of the answer to come that I struggled with.

“I’d like to fuck her tonight, yes.”

“I knew you would. We’ll talk about it later.” And with that, Island Princess disappeared into the madding crowd. I found City Friend a moment later, and told her I was making my way back to my hotel. She told me she’d be a few steps behind.

I let her follow me along the beach, and I admired her display of patience. It was a full 15 minute stroll back to mine, and true to her word, she stayed a few steps behind the whole way. Whereas Island Princess would have jumped on my back, and wrapped her thighs along my waist, City Friend was content with letting me suffer the painful ordeal – knowing full well this would simply stoke my desire.

I finally got to my hotel room door… purposefully leaving the door open for a City Friend to walk though. After realising her footsteps were no longer behind me, I turned around. She was standing there at the doorway, smiling. “Are you a vampire? Do you need to be invited in?” I asked.

“It’s nice to be asked,” she said.

“Please, come in”, and then motion the way in. I continue walking to my bedroom. I hear the door lock click behind me, and then soft steps following. I dim the lights and turn around. City Friend has left a trail of what little clothing she had on and is now standing naked in my room.

I take the sight of her in – she stands a little shorter than Island Princess, not quite as athletic, on the wispy side of lean, which means her limbs are delicate and seemingly long. The kind of limbs I love to be tangled in. I return the gesture, and slowly remove my shirt, which invites her to walk towards me. She helps me with my shirt. She slowly removes the rest of my clothes. I grab her neck with both hands as I kiss her, and make a mess of her lipstick while I do so.

We stand together a while, and I can feel her heart quicken as she presses her chest against mine, her nipples cool to the touch.

“Are you going to fuck me tonight?” she asks – no irony, not rhetorical – she’s asking because she wants to hear it again.

“It’s nice to be asked”, I reply.

I move her onto the corner of the bed, so her freshly shaved pussy is just on the bed corner. I move her legs so they’re wrapped against my waist. It’s a low bed so my cock sits higher than her pussy. She looks down at my cock hungrily, eager to watch my cock slide into her pussy. I use one of my thumbs to draw circles on her clit, and she keeps watching. She flashes her teeth in approval, white shining through her thin red lips.

I circle and circle with my thumb, watching her hips starting to thrust, sway, and grind in time.

She leans over once in a while to grip her hands around my cock, which only ever lasts a few seconds because she’d rather concentrate on watching me play with her pussy. I play and I play, and in time, her pussy starts getting obviously wet. She urges me on, and the playful me wants to see how wet she can get. She loosens and tightens her legs around me as her frustration and desire grows.

She finally grabs my cock again, to touch against her ready pussy.

She holds the head there for a few moments, as if to show me that she’s ready. I enter her with little fanfare, and start hammering away. As my hips are a little higher, she has to angle her hips a little, which increases the pressure as the head of my cock slides along inside her. It feels otherworldly, as my cock hits her at this angle. I can only guess that it feels the same for her, as her moans get heavy.

I fuck her with no abandon in this position for some time, and we both grunt away. I’m addicted to the feeling, and want little else at this moment. I feel her squeeze even tighter with her legs, and then decide to edge it a notch or two. She starts cursing dirty thoughts at me, but it’s all just variations of “Fuck my pussy harder”, which is just fine by me. She keeps watching my cock slam her little pussy.

With both my hands, I squeeze her nipples in between my index finger and my thumbnail as hard as I can. Her eyes light up, and she lets out a few unsavoury words.

I fuck her harder still.

I roll her nipples between my fingers like this, and soon, it’s her hips leading the way. I tell her I want to come, and she hisses back that I can’t come before she does. I tell her to hurry the fuck up and come. I change my angle slightly, which is enough to set her off. I grip her nipples as tight as I can as feel pussy and legs tighten around my cock and my waist. She lets out a short scream – which becomes my cue to come a few seconds later.

I come inside her pussy, with absolutely no regret.

She arches her back as I hold my final thrust, letting my cock shoot into her pussy over and over again. Proof that time is relative – this moment felt eternal.

I watched as this creature of desire was locked with my body, in the carefully considered dim light of this hotel room. Her once perfect makeup distraught into a bleary eyed mess of coital heat.

She holds me with her legs, long after the orgasm has left the both of us.

I move onto the bed with her, we both look up into the ceiling for a long while as we catch our breath, saying very little.

We would make a habit of this for a few months, as much as we could, until our paths strayed again.

My regret here is knowing that I must have broken Island Princess’ heart – we did speak about it the next day, but she was oddly at peace with it, knowing that our own arrangements were really quite obscured and abstracted at best. Island Princess and I did fuck quite a few more times as time went on. I know I hurt her though – at the very core of my soul I do.

City Friend’s pussy was truly priceless though, and so I sided with The Devil.

The Devil always smiles.

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