Chapter 14
A lone yacht cruised the ocean, its large sail puffed up with a light wind. Water hissed as the prow of the vessel sliced through the gentle swells, scaring up flying fish to glide away through the air. Above, the sky was rapidly darkening. The sun had just sunk in the west and all that remained of it was a weak afterglow. On the distant shore, lights from innumerable houses and businesses were twinkling to life like stars. In these magic minutes between day and night the world was at its most beautiful.
A naked man stood at the boat's helm, admiring the twilight spectacle. The Dreamchaser was more than just a plaything, it was his home. He had sold his home to live on the water, a lifelong ambition of his. The television, that devil thing which had once nearly destroyed his life, had been tossed overboard. Sailing at night after a long day at work was a much more pleasant diversion.
Muscles rippled beneath his bronze skin as his strong arms turned the wheel and steered the ship towards the sunset, towards the open sea. Even after a year, he still worked out. He enjoyed the looks women gave his robust, healthy body. One woman in particular he was eager to please, and she was with him now. He turned around to gaze lovingly upon her.
Her slim, naked body, wreathed by blowing wisps of long, auburn hair, lay sprawled on her stomach upon the deck, eyes closed in exhausted slumber. Sweat dried on her sun-kissed skin and a dreamy smile touched her lips. She had been well-fucked just a half-hour ago. Semen still oozed from her cunt and asshole.
My semen, the captain of the Dreamchaser thought to himself.
He sighed in contentment, proud of that fact.