Men will let you borrow their softest shirt to sleep in, lull you into a false sense of security for a year, and then have the audacity to take it back on a random Thursday while doing laundry and wear it?? During the day?? Like a normal shirt???
Sir. That is my sleeping shirt. And it certainly is not to be worn during daylight hours unless it’s a leisurely Sunday morning and we’re making pancakes to take back to bed and it’s on my body because it’s my sleeping shirt.
It was a band of ruthless pirates unlike any the peaceful seaside villages had seen before…..
Seductive, merciless, predatory women sailing the seas in search of their treasures.
But, for these alluring women of the sea it was not buried treasures, glittering jewels, or shiny coins that they sought. No, no….. for these women, the only treasures they set their sights upon were…. men.
Men who would become their helpless captives…. sexual playthings to be preyed upon…. used to satisfy the insatiable carnal lusts of these provocative abductresses.
No man would be safe as long as their reign of sexual dominance continued. Once they had selected their target he would have no hope of evading his fate.
His capture would be inevitable whether on land or sea… rendered helpless…. soon little more than bound and shackled male cargo on a ship destined for deep waters where no one would hear his pleas for mercy…. his begging for relief.
Perhaps he would be bound to the mast for their amusement…. helpless male flesh made to quiver with arousal…. his steely hard cock weeping pitifully with its need for relief… his agonizing desperation the source of their exquisite pleasures and taunting laughter….
Or, taken down below… deep in to the hull of the ship ….. where the mere sight of the wicked bondage devices was so intimidating it has been known to cause even the strongest of men to crumble weakly to their knees in helpless submission.
Eventually, the relentless sexual torments would render their bodies and minds useless to their captors. Mercifully, these men would then be returned to their villages…. spent, exhausted and broken… and their search for their next captive would begin anew for these vixens of the sea.
If anyone reading this relishes tickle torturing men as much as Jade, I'd just mention that I'm not married yet.
Gagging on her shoe while she texts her boyfriend.
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