Pleasure Island
Copyright© 2022 by MariannaLove
Chapter 11
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 11 - Chelsea Miller is a 25-year-old Makeup Artist. She cohabitates with her boyfriend Aston whom she hopes to marry one day. However, Ashton does not have plans to be tied down to any one woman. He feels variety is the spice of life and lives to his motto. One day, Chelsea arrives home early from work she gets to witness her boyfriend of five years sexing two women in their bed. She threatens to leave. Find out what happens when Chelsea heads to Pleasure Island and goes buck wild.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Consensual Romantic Gay Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Humor Cheating Sharing Group Sex Orgy Swinging Interracial Black Male Black Female White Male White Female Hispanic Male Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Oral Sex Squirting Big Breasts
Chelsea ... It’s The Eyes For Me
Everything seemed peaceful. The sound of birds singing was so melodic. I rested in the bright yellow hammock watching the leaves on the trees sway. The wind felt delightful on my skin. I chuckled to myself. I had sex with a woman and I actually liked it, oh God help me. Was I doing too much in the name of revenge?
And, Andre’s dick was no joke though. I was still pulsating as I lay there trying to recoup my energy. I smiled again. My phone rang. I saw it was my girl again. I let it go to voice mail. She was cool and I appreciated her always trying to help me and Ashton patch things up but at the moment, I was enjoying myself. I was going to take advantage of the time away.
I heard the rustling of bushes and a voice, “Hola, hola,” his baritone sounded. I looked up into his eyes. The eyes. As they say in the culture, “It’s the eyes, for me.”
I smiled as he stepped to the window and sat on the sill, “Hola, pretty lady.”
“Hi Christian.”
“How were the falls?” he asked.
I couldn’t help but blush.
He chuckled, “I love the falls too. It’s a nice area of the island. You should let me show you the caves and the lagoon.”
“I don’t know about the cave but I can do the lagoon.”
He laughed, “It’s not very deep or scary.”
“If you say so,” I joked.
“Are you ready for movie night?”
“I’m hoping to recoup my strength by then. I just feel so lazy like I don’t want to leave this spot.”
“I can give you a massage. I’m good with my hands.”
I looked at him with one eyebrow raised. He laughed, “Seriously, everyone loves my massages.” He stepped into the area and helped me out of the hammock, “let me show you.”
From the moment we stepped into the bedroom, I had this strange feeling that his dick was going to end up in my pussy. Even though he may have been trying to be cool I was dying to get a taste of him. I mean the eyes, sis. The eyes.
I took off my shirt and lay on my belly. He reached for some lotion I had sitting on the nightstand. He put some in his hands and then rubbed my shoulders. He did have nice strong hands. He worked the kinks in my upper back. I almost fell asleep until I felt his hand rubbing my lower back and then my ass. I turned and looked at him.
He smiled, “Just relax, you’re tense everywhere.”
He massaged my ass and then went down to my thighs. He rubbed and squeezed my muscles until I could no longer stand it. I rolled over and looked at him. He saw my big beautiful breasts. I saw his erection. It was hard to hide.
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