The Siren's Awakening

Yes, I really do live on a boat full-time, 24/7. After I became a widower, I sold everything and moved aboard my new Fomele as my sister calls it ( Floating Home for the uninspired). At one marina, I met a wonderful young lady, the kind any man would crave and cherish. Although she didn’t “friend” me from the git-go, we nevertheless became “besties.” As she called our “relationship,” The vast majority of my female relationships include some element of sex: Very, very rarely physical, yet banter, X-rated jokes, sexual innuendo, appropriate remarks and the like, kind of define things. There is rarely, if ever, any kissing or touching of genitals. This “bestie” fit right in and played along with my raunchy self. She even encouraged it, commenting on my “Dad Bod,” (yes, it’s true) and promoting raunchy sex talk. Because ours was nothing more than a platonic relationship, I needed an outlet for the sexual tension that seized me. So, on an extended solo passage down the East coast, with tons of free time, I began writing porn. Explicit stuff. Certainly, “not safe for work” material. The following vignettes are a blend of fact and fiction. Some of the settings are very real; I’ve been there. Some are just conjecture after passing such places in real life, wondering just what goes on there. Some of the characters are made-up, others are based on real people I know. Some of the encounters are described herein actually happened in reality; most are pure fantasy, dreamed up in my twisted mind. With that understanding, please enjoy the following story:

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