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Like in the ancient stories of the wives of Mediterranean seafarers,
Juman is alone on an island, waiting for her sailor lover. He has
gone away to the wars, leaving his wife desperately lonely and frightened.
She is also very bored. There is nothing to do, no love games to
play, no late night passion fests when she would please herself
pleasing her brave warrior. So, what to do but go for a walk on
the beach?
And it’s there her imagination begins to get the best of her.
Even a faithful sailor’s wife has dreams and fantasies that
take her mind to places her body would never go. Her central fantasy
is of a ship of men landing on the beach with a dashing young captain
who courts her into the palm groves. And it’s there the she
commits the act of adultery that her instincts crave yet at which
her conscience cowers.
There are days when this fantasy takes her all the way to the lip
of the land, and there she removes her clothes and stands exposed
before the surf. The salt spray lashes against her body, stimulating
her with its slight tinge of pain and cold. Her nipples chafe in
the assault. Her body is covered with a moist mist, arousing her
inner portions. And her lips grow wet and fulsome, as her imagination
spins on the man she hopes will soon come and ravish her in the
woods.
Juman knows she is beautiful, and all she wants is for her beauty
to be appreciated. This is what her mystical captain would bring
with him. Sometimes she feels like her sailor lover does not appreciate
her beauty. He is always off looking for treasure or fighting pirates.
Her fantasy captain, however, upon seeing her naked wonder would
throw away all worldly ambitions, permanently anchor his ship, and
submit his body to her pleasures, forever languishing in the ecstasy
of her body.
There, she would feed him coconut milk from her lips and suck on
his manhood as one does on a ripe papaya. She would pleasure him
to no end, bringing forth the day with his bliss, napping with him
in her arms through the afternoon, and then greeting the setting
sun with his arousal. Finally, all through the night, their love
would outshine the stars as she offered her virginal essence to
his manly lust. O her bliss would know no end!
This is what Juman dreams about when her sailor lover is away. He
better come home soon!
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