A terrific sense of freedom swept over me as I clung to the sturdy mast of the bright white sloop slicing through the blue waters of the Mediterranean.  At the helm was Jacques, charming and rich, impossibly sexy, whom I had met but four hours ago on the Riviera. One minute I was sunning myself, trying to think up a spicy adventure that would astound the girls in the office, and the girls in the office, and the next this dreamboat was coming on to me. Adventure potential? Oui! Oui!

We set sail, and the dashing ladies’ man in all white and the NYC secretary in her scandalous new red bikini. A million miles away from the numbing nine-to-fiver routine, I felt reborn, glorious and sexy, and in my riding passion that great mast became magnificent cock I hugged to my bosom. I was more than ready for whatever when my... Read More