Would you cum on my pussy?
Would you cum on my pussy?
2022-05-16 05:39:34 +0000 UTC View Post
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Playing with my soft, fresh pussy 💦 Teasing my little clitty..
Playing with my soft, fresh pussy 💦 Teasing my little clitty 💦 Rubbing against the dampened, rough fabric of my shorts 💦
2022-05-16 05:22:05 +0000 UTC View PostI want to show my pussy tonight. Should I? Maybe play with m..
I want to show my pussy tonight. Should I? Maybe play with my clit a little? 🌸
2022-05-16 04:45:01 +0000 UTC View Post
Last night was a quickie before I went to sleep 💤
Last night was a quickie before I went to sleep 💤
2022-05-15 23:30:17 +0000 UTC View PostAny Nike Air Max lovers out there?
Any Nike Air Max lovers out there?
2022-05-15 23:27:22 +0000 UTC View PostI love touching myself, knowing I could get caught.
I love touching myself, knowing I could get caught.
2022-05-15 22:22:53 +0000 UTC View PostPlaying with my pussy like a good little girl 👑
Playing with my pussy like a good little girl 👑
2022-05-15 21:48:03 +0000 UTC View PostI love getting off in the car 🚗
I love getting off in the car 🚗
2022-05-15 21:32:47 +0000 UTC View PostI really want to touch myself right now, but I am in my car ..
I really want to touch myself right now, but I am in my car 😫 oh well 🤫 💦 I hope nobody sees me. Sometimes I just get REALLY horny. Do you like my freshly shaved pussy? I wish you could eat me out right now. I need to cum so bad.
2022-05-15 21:31:21 +0000 UTC View PostFuck I needed to cum so bad last night.
Fuck I needed to cum so bad last night.
2022-05-15 21:21:41 +0000 UTC View PostLast night I made a bunch of clips during my masturbation be..
Last night I made a bunch of clips during my masturbation before bed. Here you go 😘
2022-05-15 21:08:11 +0000 UTC View PostI made myself cum last night before bed. It felt so good and..
I made myself cum last night before bed. It felt so good and I wanted it so bad.
2022-05-15 20:55:20 +0000 UTC View PostTreasure Island: Gemmy 🏝️ Fanfiction Rough fiber rope tight..
Treasure Island: Gemmy 🏝️ Fanfiction
Rough fiber rope tightly bound my hands behind my back. Equally, a blindfold restrained my vision. All I could hear was the filthy laughs on all sides of me. Men I knew, men I said hello to everyday stood in a circle around me taking turns pushing me and spinning me around.
Finally, one of the men pushed me down to my knees on the sand by my shoulders. He stood in front of me as I knelt and removed my blindfold roughly. A cannon shot echoed deep and heavy off the island's shores.
"The Captain is on his way to save me," I said quietly.
Long John's glinting, brown-eyed gaze fell unflinching down upon me. His voice was smooth and self-assured.
"Don't get your hopes up, Lassie. I've taken the liberty of hiding a few of my best men aboard. If a second round follows--."
He adjusted himself on his crutch before continuing.
"It means they've taken over the Hispaniola... and I'm the new cap'n."
He looked at me as if to say I had my chance.
"Now, then," he continued, holding a hand to his ear.
I stared at the darkness of the forest, not knowing what was in it, but wondering if I could run away through it, as I too listened for the second shot. I was hoping and praying it wouldn't happen, that Long John's men hadn't taken the ship, and instead that Smollett and his men were on their way.
The shot was a sound of defeat for me and I didn't want to think about what had happened to Smollett and the others. Silver's men cheered. For them, this was the best night of their lives. They now had a ship and with it they would be able to carry all the treasure they could find.
I just wanted to die. It was a more comforting thought than being at the mercy of murderous pirates. They had humiliated me enough already. Silver reached across his body, brandishing his cutlass. Maybe I was going to get my wish after all. This was it. I was ready. I shut my eyes softly and waited.
"Reach out for me," Silver ordered.
I complied. His sharp blade slashed through the cords binding my wrists together. Why was he freeing me?
"I'm the only friend you got in the world now, Gem. Let's dig up the treasure together, eh? Shipmates, remember?"
The false sentiment in his voice he scraped together from the dark corners of his emotions made me want to kill him. Shipmates? I remembered. All the encouragement in the world from him didn't mean a thing to me now, even if only a month ago so much as his smile was enough to make me float on air for the rest of the day. I didn't want to have to depend on him like this, but it looked like I had no choice. Maybe he did mean it; shipmates. Maybe...
"We'll be needing your compass, though," Silver told me rather matter of fact.
"No," I answered defiantly.
Silence filled the group of men around us. You could hear Silver clear his throat before continuing.
"I'll be taking it either way, Gem," Silver explained, leaning in closer to me for emphasis, but the look in his eyes told me all the answers I needed.
His men cheered as I handed him the compass, still on my knees.
"Come on then, lass. Let's not waste time," Silver said loud enough to embarass me.
Crush on Teacher 📘 Short Story Pt. 2 My eyes lit up when I ..
Crush on Teacher 📘 Short Story Pt. 2
My eyes lit up when I stepped closer to him. His scent was intoxicating. It was this deep, rugged, sexual smell, surprisingly manly for a choir teacher.
"How about this? You go back to your room. Then five minutes later I will follow you. If nobody sees me, I will sneak in," I begged. "Mr. Davison, when are we ever going to have a chance like this again?"
I was dying to kiss him and have his hands on my body.
"Charlotte…"
"Maybe if we just do it, then we can at least get some sleep after and focus on the concert tomorrow."
I could not fight it any longer. For the first time I spread my fingers out across his chest and reached up to kiss his lips. I had been dreaming about this and obsessing over this trip for months. All of my preparation and anticipation had finally paid off. I had kissed my teacher.
"This is a terrible idea--," he said, breaking away from the kiss. "Be careful out here for the next five."
I nodded in excitement and continued the winter walk while I waited. This trip was one I knew I was going to remember for a long time. I never wanted to forget it. Every detail I tried to take a picture of in my mind. The snow shining in the colorful lights, the smell of the air with the forest and festivities, the looks Mr. Davison flashed me during our rehearsals and classes.
Would I be good enough in bed? My mind was searching for something to be self conscious about and there was plenty to choose from. My experience was not much with this sort of thing. I was just learning the power I could have over men with my looks and flattery.
My chapstick was in my room and nervously I bit my lips. The freezing air dried them out and I obsessed over whether or not they felt dry to him when we kissed. Did he notice? His lips were perfect. Was he just as nervous as I was?
Five minutes passed incredibly slowly. Nobody had walked by the whole time and I hoped nobody would in the hallways either. When the coast looked clear I took a deep breath and slowly, gently opened his bedroom door.
"Hi," he whispered, sitting down on the bed and motioning me to sit beside him.
"Hi," I laughed nervously.
His bedside table lamp was on, but the overhead light was off. It was cozy and wintery alone with him. The blinds were drawn and so the world did not feel like it existed outside of his room.
My fingers brushed gently across his cheek and down his neck to his shoulder then to the back of his neck where I scratched as I leaned into him. Already I was breathing hard with arousal. My lips touched his cheek slowly and softly. As I worked my way towards his ear my kisses got wetter and slower. My hand cradled the back of his neck as I took the top of his ear between my lips, sucking and licking all the way down to the lobe. The wet sound in his ear aroused him noticeably and he shifted in his seat uncomfortably.
"Fuck, Mr. Davison, I have wanted you for so long. When I touch myself I think about you. All I can think about is your hard cock," I said seductively in his ear.
My fingers found their way to the tie around his thick neck eventually. Loosening it all the way I left it hanging around his neck. It looked just like in the movies. I could not believe it was finally happening. One button at a time I worked my way down his shirt. For a man in his late fifties he looked pretty good. Our passion was unbearably high and his growing erection fought against the fabric of his dress slacks.
He slid his button down off and I pounced on his lower half. His hard cock felt so good through his pants and my palms rubbed against it roughly.
My pussy felt like it was burning up. It hurt to be so aroused. There was no going back now.
With shaky hands I unzipped his pants and smoothed my fingers along the length of his sensitive shaft through the fabric of his boxers. It was warm and frightening with its size and firmness.
Pulling my shirt and bra up over my head I pushed him back on his bed and straddled his lap. I had never felt anything this strongly. My pants still on I started grinding myself against him. My hips worked in small circles humping and arousing him to his full length. Laying down on top of him we kissed passionately as he unfastened my jeans and slid them down. With some assistance, he worked them off my legs and brought a thick, manly hand up to nestle up against my pussy firmly, his fingers rubbing back and forth over my clit through my panties.
I looked up at him as I positioned my mouth above his throbbing cock. The tip of his cock felt so amazing with the heat of my breath and dampness of my tongue through his boxers. He bucked against me. Sexual tension filled the whole room. The scent of sex perfumed our bodies.
"Please fuck me Mr. Davison. I need to feel you in my tight pussy. I need you to fill me."
His hands lowered to my hips from my nipples, which he was playing with this whole time. He grabbed my body firmly by both sides and slid me up and down the length of his cock trying to get off.
"Fuck." I whispered. "Please."
Between the two of us we struggled his pants off and he slid my panties to the side. The soft head of his cock slid along the wetted slit of my pussy as he struggled to stick it in my incredibly tight hole. Once his cock settled, pressed against my opening he pushed into me until I gasped and he held still inside of me.
"You okay?" he asked me tenderly.
I nodded my head as I pulled him into me, needing him deeper inside of me. I wanted to be filled and completely surrounded by him, swept up in his scent and warmth. The feel of his skin and the shine of his hair. I loved all the sensitive places I could touch him. His moans and growls were sedating.
Nothing had ever felt this good. I pulled him into me as deep as possible. His hands on either side of my head, he pressed my body with his hips into the mattress. Rhythmically stroking his cock in my pussy he grabbed my thigh to give himself something to hold on to for leverage. He was a surprisingly good fuck.
I never wanted it to end, but it did. He came a little sooner than I would have liked, but I couldn't exactly blame him.
Crush on Teacher 📘 Short Story Pt. 1 Florescent school ligh..
Crush on Teacher 📘 Short Story Pt. 1
Florescent school lights hummed above. My knock echoed down the concrete hallway. There was no answer. I debated turning back, but let myself inside anyway. His office was inside the choir room and his office door shut, do maybe he was in there and he just didn't hear me knock on the outside door. I knocked a little more confidently this time.
"Come in," my choir teacher's familiar voice invited me from inside his office.
Self-consciously I checked my reflection in the little rectangular window of the solid metal door. Chapstick? Check. Cleavage? Check. My heart was racing and I tried to look a lot more chill than I actually was that chilly fall morning.
My walk from the corner coffee house in the frigid air had turned my cheeks a soft pink color. The slight breeze blew my hair gently and I brushed it out of my face as I entered his office.
All the scripts I had rehearsed in my head, going over all the possible situations when I should have been paying attention in class went completely out the window the moment I stepped inside the small room I had imagined being in alone with him for months.
His simple metal desk faced the door with piles of papers and folders of sheet music strewn across it. The same fluorescent lights as in the hall lit up his office brightly, almost uncomfortably in such a small space.
"Good morning, Charlotte. What brings you in so early?" he asked, rising out of his chair, quickly coming over to greet with a laugh and a smile.
He was the quintessential high school teacher from his button down shirt and patterned, slightly too wide tie, to his dad jeans and sneakers. I wanted to rip them off his body. Nothing like raging teenage hormones.
"I couldn't sleep last night, so I woke up early and went to the coffee shop. Then I was sitting there thinking and it was bothering me so I came here," I explained.
"I am sorry to hear that. Thinking about what?" he inquired, motioning to the two chairs on the side of the desk opposite his.
I froze for a brief moment and contemplated jumping ship on the whole thing. What if my mom found out or the school somehow?
He sat down with me and I tried to keep myself from staring too obviously at the bulge in his slacks as he separated his legs and rested his elbows on them, leaning forward to show his interest in our conversation.
"Is now an okay time to talk?" I asked.
He didn't even glance at his watch before answering me.
"Absolutely."
My heart fluttered in my chest and it felt tight and hot.
"I have a confession... I get this weird feeling whenever I am around you and it won't go away and I do not know what to do about it," I spilled.
"What kind of a weird feeling?" He asked quietly.
I glanced nervously out the small window on his office door.
"Like a weird sexual feeling," I admitted.
He was taken aback and it almost looked like it stung him when I said it.
"Charlotte, it is quite a compliment that you think of me like that, but you're my student-- We can't--" he tried to explain.
"I know," I interrupted his jumbled words. "I don't want to get you in trouble. I just don't know what to do and I can't focus on school or sleep. I know students get crushed in their teachers, but this feels different. It feels deeper than that."
He ran a hand through his hair trying to sort out his thoughts. A smile and many other expressions passed across his face. An awkward silence filled the room.
"How long has this been going on?" he finally asked me.
I thought about it. The moment I first saw him I felt something inside of me, like a heat between my legs and a shock of excitement in the palms of my hands. I was mesmerized the first time I watched his hands on piano keys. The thickness of his fingers and the precision with which he used them aroused me during my audition for select choir with him. It was the only other time we had been alone together. The school kept a pretty good eye on those sorts of things.
"Like since forever," I said with a laugh. "I thought that maybe if I just finally told you, it would go away."
He took a sip of coffee from the mug with some lame teacher joke across it sitting on his desk in the chaos of all his papers. I don't think either of us knew where to go from there. He seemed flattered at least. I figured I should tell him I had a crush on him even if nothing came of it except me getting it off my chest and stroking his ego. I do not know what I was thinking. It was definitely risky. What if he told my mom? What the school fired him because of a rumor?
I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was half an hour before class started.
"See you in class. Okay?" I said with a tone of defeat.
He stood up to walk me to the door.
"That sounds like a good idea. Thanks for stopping by," he said.
I took one last look at him, panicked.
"I won't tell anyone, Charlotte," he confided, reading my mind.
I gave him a big smile and my shoulders relaxed as I headed out the second door and stepped into the cool morning air.
The next half hour I would probably spend walking around replaying all the things he said and the way that he did things. Then during class and probably after too.
2 months later
We walked down the hallway counting door numbers looking for ours. Each chaperone had four students and of course girls were with girls and boys were with boys. Once everyone found there rooms we were given an hour to go in each other's rooms and hangout before separating. We had to keep our doors open and some rooms had chaperones, but occasionally one would not.
Naturally we played a lot of truth or dare and never have I ever. One of my closest friends growing up had his first kiss that way as a dare with another girl we had both known forever. I was dared to lick the face of the hottest kid in the class. I think my tongue was too firm when I did it, but he did not seem to mind.
Later that night when I assumed everybody else was asleep I snuck out of my room as quietly as I could. I walked quietly down the dim hallway trying to look as normal as possible Incase someone did see me. His door was four doors down and on the opposite side of the hallway. My heart beat uncomfortably hard as I stood in front of his door sick to my stomach to actually knock. I balled up my fist and raised it to the door to tap lightly, but I just couldn't and hurried outside instead to calm myself down.
It was snowing outside and the Christmas lights looked so beautiful in it. I looked back at our cabin to make sure no one saw me. There were foot tracks in the snow, many of them and they were messy. It was possible they were just from earlier in the day.
All I could think about was him: the way he laughed, his face, the way his clothes fit. Whenever a student was being disruptive in class he handled it with such authority. Sometimes he would seem incredibly stressed out and I just felt so bad for him. I dreamed about holding him after a long day at work, letting him fuck all his frustrations out with me. I wanted to ride him until he moaned, bucking against me cumming.
"Is everything alright over here?"
I turned around to see Mr. Davison walking towards me in the snow. The colorful lights lit up the snow around us and you could see some even though the moon was not very full and the sky was filled with clouds. He was wearing his grey dress coat and looked so incredibly handsome.
"Ya, sorry. It was hard to sleep. I will go back though," I apologized. "Are you alright?"
I hated being caught and knew I was not supposed to leave our room. My face was likely flushed in embarrassment and fright. My pussy felt warm and my heart beat faster around him. There was a chance the low lights might hide my blushing, so maybe he would not notice.
He rubbed the back of his neck and gave me a look like he knew he should not be talking to me out here and he should not be honest about how he was feeling.
"Oh ya. Fine, fine," he mumbled.
I flashed a coy, little smile up at my teacher. My fingers played with the buttons on my shirt.
"Do you usually have a hard time sleeping?" I asked.
He turned to stand closer to me, looking in the dim light every now and then to make sure nobody saw us. A sigh left his lips. His shoulders slumped. He continued to let his guard down.
"Lately I have been," he told me. "Ever since you came by my office that one morning."
Selfishly the thought that I had any effect on him made me giddy inside.
"I'm sorry."
"No, don't be," he said. "You haven't done anything wrong."
The chill in the air was turning uncomfortable standing still like this. My toes were starting to go numb and I fought to not shiver in front of him.
"So, that thing we talked about? It isn't going away. What can I do?"
"I don't have the answers to everything, Jane. You're a smart girl. Eventually something will happen," he said with a quiet, comforting voice and gentle eyes.
The snow was falling heavier now and with the wind picking I knew that soon we should go back inside. I did not want to go back to my room to sleep for the night. I had been waiting for an opportunity like this for months. I knew that this was our chance. When else would it be this easy again?
"Can I go back with you just for a little while?" I asked quickly and awkwardly.
Mr. Davison was obviously surprised at my advances. In class I was one of the quiet kids; mostly antisocial as well and slightly awkward. Even though I tried to be invisible in classes, I noticed how teachers and other students would check me out. Something made me attractive, but I didn't know what. Maybe it was my precociously large tits and rounded ass. I could see he was fighting with himself, tearing his mind apart. At a fairly early age I noticed the effect I could have on men.
"You know we can't do that," he said with a stifled laugh. "If the school found out I had an attractive, female student in my room, do you know what they would do?"
To Be Continued...
Treasure Island: Gemmy 🏝️ Fanfiction Long John Silver was t..
Treasure Island: Gemmy 🏝️ Fanfiction
Long John Silver was terrifying. The soul of him shown in his deep eyes, dark and playful. He was mischievous in deed and impish in word, though not a man you would be inclined to stand up against.
“Gem,” Silver called above the crashing of the waves against the solid ship, “Help me with this would you?”
I dropped the heavy, salt-crusted ropes I had been looping up into tidy bundles on the ship’s deck. Not but a few yards away, Silver was working on the same task, but with much bigger rigging. He handed me an end and between the two of us we untangled it then I walked closer to him with my end and we doubled it over a few times before securing it.
“It beats peeling potatoes still, don’t it?” I jested, laughing at the older man, his skin bright from the productive morning.
“Which reminds me,” he started slowly, “we better get to work on that if we expect to finish in time.”
Why did I have to remind him?
Sitting down like we always did, Silver and I on overturned crates facing each other with a sack of potatoes and a bucket for peelings between us, I watched his hands, entranced, not knowing if it was all that interesting or if my life was so boring at times that even potato peeling was appealing in my depraved mind. Silver caught me staring, stopping what he was doing and looking across the bucket to my own hands. The potato in my hand was shoddy work in the midst of my daydreaming. He looked at me questioningly, but I was the first to speak, not wanting to be toyed with or reprimanded.
“Ignore me,” I said, resuming my task and he his.
The minutes passed by and I found myself distracted again when I nicked my finger carelessly. A hiss escaped my lips unfortunately loud enough to alert Silver of my stupidity. I covered the cut with my thumb trying to conceal my mistake.
“None of that now,” he said gruffly, pulling my thumb away to reveal the small gash that was quickly spilling.
“I’m fine,” I assured him.
“I know that; just don’t want you hiding anything from me,” he confided.
Using my teeth to pull it tight, I wrapped a shred of cloth around my finger before he could fuss anymore over me. I was quite proficient in caring for my own cuts and scrapes by now. Though he did return to the potatoes, almost finished by now, he did watch over me as the years of being a ship’s cook had allowed him the utility of not always having to watch his own hands.
I plunked back down across from Silver and made sure I caught his gaze before speaking.
“Anything?”
He looked confused.
“You don’t want me hiding anything?” I asked, the anger building in my voice. “You mean that?”
My expression softened as he put down his tools and sighed loudly, painfully.
“Aye, Gem,” he whispered,” but I gets the feeling you want it to go both ways. Am I right?”
Staring at him, my mind wandering, racing, my words wanting to conflict and be indirect, I slowly nodded in agreement.
Silently my lips formed the words, "Both ways."
“Ya see,” he finally spoke,” I can’t do that. I have no right to ask it of you.”
“What if I was honest anyway? Maybe you would be more inclined to tell me then someday.”
He thought for a minute.
“I suppose.”
The potatoes were now done and we carried the bucket over to the counter to cut them and fry them up.
“Well, you probably already know this, but I like you quite a lot,” I said quickly.
“No, I didn’t know that,” he shrugged.
“How could you not?” I asked without thinking.
He dropped what he was doing and turned to me.
“This whole time I thought I was the one losing my mind… turns out you’re just as crazy, maybe even more so," he said.
"I like it that way.”
My heart raced and all I could focus on again shyly was his hands, strong and productive. He noticed.
“Chores are stacking up,” he reminded me. “So why don’t you and I skip lunch today and do something else instead?”
I looked up to him, trying to read his expression, not understanding what he was asking or implying.
“Okay,” I agreed innocently.
We worked silently except for Silver’s occasional sung, whistled, or hummed song. Lunch was served without a hitch and Silver went to his bedroom door waving me over, following me in, and locking the door behind us.
“What little time you have for yer chores, ya spend lookin’ at my hands…” he commented, lifting my chin up with his finger as he spoke. “Now… what be all that about?”
His intense gaze made me instinctively wrap my arms around my midsection in fear of his proximity. I knew he had noticed my gawking, but I didn’t think he thought much of it. Apparently, I was wrong.
“You like them, don’t you?” he asked, bringing his hands down to my shoulders and squeezing them, releasing some of the tension that had been building up in my body.
“Lay down on the bed.”
I did as he said, too afraid to ask. What had I done? The bed pushed down from the sides of my body as he straddled me and grabbed my shoulders again so hard I squeaked.
“Sorry, Lass,” he apologized, lightening his grip. “Ya must be tight from all the work or be there something else that Ol’ Long John should know?”
I reveled in his fingers pushing between my muscles and pulling them outwards, stretching my back and lengthening my spine. He grabbed the base of my skull and my body tingled in a wave of delight. As if I were standing under a waterfall, he trickled his fingertips gently down me. I felt like sleeping when he rested more of his weight on me, pushing me into his soft bed, his presence overwhelming and entracing all my senses.
“I think that you should know that if someone knocks on that door, I am not going to answer it,” I said with a chuckle, my words muffled by the thin sheets.
I would've laid there all afternoon if I could’ve, but sooner than I wanted Silver tousled my hair, which I admit woke me up from my light nap. As he lifted his comforting, securing weight off of me I wanted to beg him to stay. He got up and took a drink of rum from the side table.
“Thank you,” I said sleepily, “but what about you?”
“It would be futile, lass. You’d be like a mouse trying to make off with a potato,” he laughed.
He had an odd sense of humor to be sure, but I loved his barely-sensical, far-reaching jests. I rolled over on my back and sprawled out on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. The bed sagged as Silver sat on the side of it.
"Now, will ya be able ta’ focus on yer chores?” he asked with a sigh.
“No, but I’ll try,” I replied, picking up his hand and placing it on my stomach.
His fingers stretched out over my mid-section and nearly spanned it. Any weight from him pressing down on me was welcome. It calmed me in such a specific way. He started to drag his hand down to my thigh, but I brought his hard up to my lips and kissed the back of it, then closer to his finger, sliding my lips across his skin, closer, closer, until I reached the tip of it, which I pressed against and slid into my mouth. He watched me in awe and when I had made a great show of it he patted me on the head.
“Good pup,” he said.
Treasure Island: Gemmy 🏝️ Fanfiction His eyes were of the d..
Treasure Island: Gemmy 🏝️ Fanfiction
His eyes were of the deepest brown in the world, so much so that they made me drop dead nervous. They were more expansive than the ocean we sailed across and were only surpassed in taking away my breath by the night sky itself. Even then those two things had something in common; the twinkle of starlight. He himself was mysterious and handsome, but it was his eyes that finished me off.
From the same beautiful palette of God, his dark hair fell down around his shoulders and cut across the jaw bone of his deepened cheeks. There he stood next to me, a picture of heaven on earth, looking out across the never ending water. His demeanor was every bit the description of his profession; a pirate.
“If you would, Madam, allow me the pleasure of your satiating my curiosity. Tell me Lass, why be a gentle thing like you sailing with the likes of us? Take no offence, but ye look quite the flower girl to me,” Sliver inquired.
I turned my face to the side, a questioning look in my eyes.
"Flower girl?"
Silver looked upwards towards the heavens for a moment as he thought. I chose to stare at his red-lined vest with the golden buttons intently, finding it quite unbearable to make eye contact. Silver eyed me up and down just as he had the stars above before answering me.
“Shouldn’t ye be with yer parents sewing petticoats and finery for the sea town’s homes?” he finally asked.
Should I tell him the truth?
“I’m an orphan,” I finally admitted.
The empty feeling from the pit of my stomach crawled up and radiated unpleasantly from the spine of my meagerly clothed back. The stars up in the sky served as no refuge for the look in my eyes, for the heat of blatant arousal ignited in my tender body in spite of the sensitive topic.
“I’m sorry to hear that, lass. Coincidental to say the least, I were eight when my father died."
He leaned against the ship’s sticky wooden railing as he spoke to me.
“The salt of the sea stings the fresh cuts of the flesh. The salt of memories stings the ancient cuts of the heart. I guess we have a lot more in common than I thought.”
He tried to lighten the mood, but we both stood farther apart than I would have liked, so I took a step closer.
“I was five when I lost my parents... How old are you now?” I asked with confidence.
Noticeably amused, he looked down at me with a small smile.
“I'm fifty-seven, Jennifer. And yourself?"
I rung my hands together, nervous to tell him.
"Eighteen"
His eyes were incredulous.
“But don’t worry, I can do the work of two boys my age,” I blurted out in the awkwardness, not even having a justification as to why.
“Oh lass, I'm not worried. Not much unnerves old Long John anymore. By the stars I tell you what, why don’t I show ya to you yer room?”
He rallied me to follow him and I did but at a distance. I followed in the shadow he cast on the deck as he led me to the galley of the massive ship.
“Here we are, Jennifer,” Long John alerted me.
There we were back in his work space with the yellow lantern hanging calmly from the low ceiling. There was a bed in the back side room of the galley, not terribly large, but adequate for one maybe two people.
I looked at the bed, then him, and then back at the bed.
“I can’t sleep with you,” I said, almost to myself more than him.
We had just met and he was 57 after all.
“Well of course you could sleep in the bunks with thirty other men,” Long John stated with a smirk.
I thought for a moment, panicking. Clearly I hadn't planned this treasure map business out well enough.
“I will sleep on the galley floor tonight if all is fine with you," I said finally.
With an indigent huff I gathered one of the cream colored blankets on his bed into my hands, and turning on my heels scampered off to the galley.
“Go 'head, lass. I wish you a good night’s rest. Just ya remember, if cold air or nightmares come to yer sleep, the bed is still open to you,” Long John said with a slight heat in his words.
"Oh, I think I'll be fine, thank you," I shouted back from the other room.
Laying my head down on the hardwood planking, thin blanket in hand, I took to my undertaking of well needed rest.
Long John came out into the galley with me, extinguishing the lantern soon as I was situated. He flashed me an amused little smile at my bedding arrangement as the light flickered out. His uneven steps on the hardwood floor grew quieter as he left. I heard him climb into his own bed in the other room. Silently, I went over the events of the day in my mind for quite some time before finally falling asleep.
Around one in the morning I woke up. The lantern had been re-lit. The blanket I took to bed with me was wrapped tightly around my body, but I was freezing and unable to sleep. Heat radiated off the glass dome of the lantern, but still my body shivered and shook. I didn’t know what to do about the cold other than bed down with Silver. He was asleep anyway, so it wasn’t too bad of an idea. Anything seemed better than my current condition.
I crept as quiet as I could over to Silver’s bed. The freezing floors cut at my bare feet. I looked back at the lamp that had been re-lit. That was funny, I thought I remembered him extinguishing it before I went to sleep. Distinctly I recalled the image of his face and the shadows that the yellow light had cast on him.
Now there he lay beneath the covers. His brown hair in a tangle on the ever so inviting sheets of the bed. I breathed as quietly as I could as I slipped beneath the covers. The heat of the bed was intoxicating as I slipped in further.
“Gemmy? Caved so easily?” His voice quietly mocked me.
“You did this on purpose,” I countered.
He turned in the bed to face me.
”I be a decent gentleman to you, Gem. Lit that old lantern just so you might stick easier to yer standards.”
It took me aback that he lit the lantern just for my own comfort.
“I’m sorry, Silver.”
“No harm done. What are ya doin’ way over there? Ya look half froze. Come here. I won’t bite,” he said pulling me closer.
My body slid across the cotton sheets as he yanked me in. Now I was nestled against his body with my leg obscenely across his. My face was mere inches from his and all was silent for a moment as he stared at me with deep eyes, until suddenly he let out a roar of laughter. He found the whole thing funny for some such reason that he laughed so hard he shook the bed and gave off such a commotion that my reputation was certainly all but ruined aboard the ship already. He wrinkled his nose and snapped his teeth together in the air teasingly. He could sense my concern at the situation, but I dared not move back away from his close embrace.
"Oh, don't worry Gem. I won't lay a hand on ya. Bright as flames yer cheeks are though. Oh, haha, bless me soul," he laughed, "Oh, get to bed, Gem. We has a long day 'head both us; even going to make you a bed for yerself tomorrow if ya like."
At that he pulled me in a little closer. It was oddly comforting somehow. He smelled of leather and deep, dark alcohols and I liked it.
Treasure Island: Gemmy 🏝️ Fanfiction "This voyage has begun..
Treasure Island: Gemmy 🏝️ Fanfiction
"This voyage has begun!" Captain Smollett announced.
A roaring cheer resounded from the crew, but I could only listen to the shout of one man. His voice was deep and strong even though he stood among many other men with similar tones. It was a voice that made you want to cling on to it, to never let go; like you could hide behind it and wrap yourself up in it all at the same time.
The gangplank was raised. Beautiful, billowing sails of flaxen hue unfurled in the gentle wind. However, the sight was more comical than I had imagined it would be. Rizzo had been busy selling tickets to the town rats for a 'cruise ship'. Now not only was our ship occupied to full capacity with crew, it was also shared by hundreds of vacationing rats aboard with their Hawaiian shirts and parasols to boot, which made for very cramped quarters. We set sail none the less. The sun was shining and the sea was calm. The waters were clear and sparkling blue. I had fallen in love with it already.
"Our dreams are finally happening," I shouted to the boys as they ran off to watch the waves breaking on the sides of the ship.
"Hey! Don't watch too long or you will get sick," I added.
At least that is what I had been told happens when you are out on the water.
With them off exploring I was left to my own thoughts. I watched the horizon awhile before falling into the deep thoughts that only seem to happen when you are rolling silverware or, apparently, watching the horizon. The only town I had ever known was nowhere to be seen anymore.
I thought about Mrs. Bulveridge and said a little prayer for everyone I had ever crossed paths with. Gonzo and Rizzo were all I had left. The last thought hit me a little harder than I had expected. Why were they the only two I had left? Why had everyone else left me or I left them? I didn't want it to be that way.
Having seen more of the top deck than the bottom and being quite alone for being completely surrounded by people and rats on the former, I ventured downwards, wondering the whole time where I should and should not go. That was something I admired about Gonzo, he didn't care much about what he should and shouldn't do. He just did things. My thoughts were interrupted.
"The stars will be coming out soon. Have you ever had the pleasure of seeing them out on the water?" Long John asked me with a twinkle in his eyes.
My directional abilities were not the best. I hadn't even recognized the room I had bumbled into as Silver's galley, but it was. Seeing him there again in the yellow light the lantern cast reminded me, but I should have realized sooner. Feeling like an idiot I could think of what to say.
"I don't think so. I have never been on the water before," I admitted and leaned in closer to show him my interest in the conversation.
"Well then, there be a first time for everything."
He grinned, grabbing my hand without asking, leading me out on to the top deck with him.
My immature mind was stuck on the fact that he didn't seem shocked I had never been on the water before. Instead, his answer had been classy and suave so effortlessly. He didn't laugh at me and that was all it took to make me think he was sweet. Living and working in a bar has a way of screwing your mind over like that.
Even though we had made it up to the deck, he still held my hand in his. I say that because he did not just hold my hand, he held my hand in his. Even though there was a remarkable size difference, our hands were the same in that they were rough calloused from the lives that we led. Though they were different, they were very much the same.
We walked along the open deck over to the railing where Silver pointed up with his free hand and I followed his finger up to the sky filled with stars of all sizes, colors, and brilliance. He tugged me a little closer and looked down into my eyes.
"Such beauties they are... as are you."
I felt the heat rush into my face and gather on my cheeks in a fiery blaze. No one had talked to me like that before. Sure, I had gotten unwelcome swats on the butt from customers before and even been asked if I wanted to see things I had no interest to see, but no one had ever called me beautiful, compared me to stars. I hadn't ever felt this way before, to enjoy being so close to someone I could hear them breathing. Something, maybe something I didn't understand, or didn't want to understand, was connecting me to him. It was as simple as that.
Hot pink garter belt turn you on?
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