This story is being told in the first person. Feedback is always welcome. Enjoy!
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Dear Katie,
I am having a blast out here in Bermuda. The food is delicious, the weather is beautiful and the ocean feels fantastic at all times of the day. It's never too hot or too cold. It's always just right! Girl, the men out here are the epitome of gorgeous. I always thought that New York had some fine ass men but Bermuda is taking the cake.
Okay, so I'm convinced that this nine month long self-inflicted case of celibacy is driving me crazy and spending the last ten days on the nude beaches are making it worse. I had the craziest dream (at least I think it was a dream) last night and I had to tell you before I forgot the tiniest detail. My dream was erotic and kind of sexually sadistic but I loved it.
Don't judge me, just read!
Anyway...I was laying on a beach top less (which was strange), with the sun setting in the distance. I saw a man walking towards me but I couldn't make out his face. As he came closer I guessed that he was maybe 6'2 in height and 190 pounds give or take a few pounds. A chocolate piece of goodness he was. The sun seemed to radiate against his chiseled body which also had to be carved from a tree of perfection. I already told you how gorgeous these men are and I hope you don't doubt me.
He sat next to me and he smelt like a god directly sent from heaven. The next thing I knew, he was touching my legs and tracing up my thigh towards my pussy. He knelt above me and began to kiss me feverishly; he then took his left hand and grabbed me by my neck. Squeezing lightly, he took his right hand and ripped off my bikini bottom. He proceeded to finger me but it wasn't fast paced. He slid 1 finger in to see how wet I was and then he slid another one inside of me and began to thrust his fingers in a deliberate slow motion. I was so wet you could hear the sounds of my wetness over sounds of the waves on the sea. It was so intoxicating! I could feel his cock on my upper thigh and it was solid as a rock.