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Jude
Mason presents
~Wicked Wanda~
by guest author
© 2001 D. MUSGRAVE
Wicked
Wanda guided the 'Tortugas' into the hidden harbour on the windward side of Rum Cay. Her flowing red hair
fluttered in the sea breeze as the craft slipped silently into the cove.
This had been a particularly successful venture, with the surprise
attack on Rivera's prize vessel, the biggest victory yet in the
campaign against her former lover. Irrespective of this fact, she was in
no mood to celebrate with the unruly band of pirates.
The Tortugas swung about and Wanda
directed the foremast toward the port entrance. "Willie, throw anchor,
we're home." The large chains clanged and rattled, lowering the anchor
into the water with a splash. Wanda turned to her first mate and forced a
smile. "Bella, you're at the helm."
Bella watched the crimson haired beauty
advance toward the skiff. The black sash wrapped around her head
pulled back the radiant hair. She followed the trail of tresses down to
the curve of her hips and the long legs encased in knee-high leather
boots. At her side swung a particularly menacing cutlass still covered
in the blood of Rivera's men. Bella swallowed hard, "One day my love,
we'll be together "
Wanda threw a long
leather-sheathed leg over the railing and climbed down the netting to the waiting boat. Beneath her, a landing party waited for their Captain.
Not a single pair of eyes looked up as she descended the rope ladder.
They knew if caught stealing a glance, the repercussions would be
swift and deadly.
Carlos stood on the
beach, watching the skiff turn and float straight toward him. Each time Wicked Wanda left, he dreaded yet longed for her return. If the
mission were a success, the homecoming would be quite pleasurable. If
fruitless, there'd be hell to pay and he'd bare the brunt of her
anger.
As the bow of the rowboat pushed
into the shallow waters, Carlos ran into the surf and grabbed the
towrope tossed to his waiting hands. Without hesitation, he hauled the
heavily loaded craft to shallow water. His considerable strength put
to full use. Even in the twilight of the waning day, Wanda could see
his rippling muscles as he pulled the skiff as if empty. The smiled
she fought to hide, forced its way onto her lips and tugged up the corners
of her mouth as she averted her gaze.
She was the first ashore, as the usual procedure. Wanda hopped onto the
soft wet sand and turned to the landing party. "I can take it from
here, get busy with the loot."
Carlos
heard the command and pushed the boat back into the surf. As the rowboat
drifted in the crystal blue water of the bay, Carlos turned back to
shore and saw Wanda standing on the sand, hands on hips, staring into
his soul. This was the moment of truth, was she pleased or infuriated?
Wanda read Carlos' thoughts and
recognized the internal battle. He hoped it went well, but feared it
didn't. Toying with his emotions, she abruptly turned and headed away from
the encampment. He stood waist deep in the seawater and watched as she
strode to the cover of the forest.
Carlos clambered out of the water, ran up the shoreline, and caught up
with his Mistress in short order. He knew better than to ask how the
operation went. Stepping in front of her, he made sure the palm fronds
weren't in her way as they quickly marched into the dark rainforest.
Letting intuition lead him, he cleared the path for Wanda as they
neared the opposite side of the island and her hide-away on the
eastern beach. His fear was now secondary to his duty of clearing her path of obstructions. She may be irritated, but it would be assured if
she had to sidestep palm fronds.
The
darkness of the jungle enveloped them and Wanda smiled broadly as Carlos
worked hard with his machete, clearing the pathway. She needed some
time away from the savage band of pirates. They're sure to party until
dawn and drink themselves into oblivion; she wasn't in the mood for
their choice of merriment this night.
Nearing the edge of the forest, they approached the dark hut and Wanda
kicked the door open. A few seconds later her voice rang out from
inside the hut, "Carlos, build a fire, I'll be back."
A few minutes later there was a raging
campfire and he'd gathered fruit from the surrounding foliage.
Bananas, coconut, and berries placed on the makeshift table. He pulled out
his dagger and split the coconuts, pouring the milk into wooden cups
and filling plates with fruit and coconut slivers, completing the
preparation.
Wanda returned from her bath
in the surf, to find Carlos setting the table. She took the cup of
coconut milk from Carlos and drained it. Throwing herself back into the
hammock, she allowed him to feed her. The sensuality of being hand-fed
was always an aphrodisiac and soon she was writhing in the hammock,
her long muscular legs rubbing together. The effect was identical on
Carlos; his desire was easily seen under his light pantaloons. Even in the
dark, she could see the outline of his large mulatto cock as it
swelled under the white cotton pants.
He
held the sweet fruit tenderly in his fingers as she wrapped her lips
around the slice and his digits. The sensual feeling of her mouth as
she sucked the juice from each morsel, drove their desire to
heightened levels. The feeding got hurried and sloppy, leaving both sticky
from the sugars in the fruit.
With
the meal consumed, Carlos took a risk and lovingly untied the sarong that
she'd wrapped around her body. Her willingness to permit him this
freedom spurred his confidence; he looked into her eyes and took her
hands. She allowed him to pull her up and looked deep into the dark
chocolate eyes of her Latin servant. The light of the fire danced in his
eyes as she nodded her approval.
Breath shallow and ragged, he appeared to be a hungry, scared virgin
undressing his bride on the wedding night. His tenderness was the
medicine she needed after the savagery of the mission. The exposure of
her body to Carlos' bronze eyes excited her like no other. Her pale skin glowed in the firelight. Though darkened by the beating sun of the
Caribbean, it was still much lighter than her Latin lover/servant. His
olive skin was smooth and glistened from the heat of their foreplay.
He lowered his mouth to her hard pink
nipples and his tongue tentatively slipped out, teasing her erect bud.
The sensation wrenched a gasp from her ruby lips and she pressed her
breast into his hungry mouth. Her desire rose rapidly and she felt the
swelling wetness in her folds. His dancing tongue switched from one
taut nipple to the other, teasing her to the apex of yearning.
Just as she was about to give into his
seduction, he cradled her body and stole her off the hammock. He
carried her to the pounding surf of the ocean and carefully laid her prone
body on the wet sand. His attentiveness was always the focus of his
tasks and now was no different.
With her
body draped on the beach, the lapping waves of the sea reached for her
legs, tickling her bare feet. He dropped to his knees and surveyed the
bounty laid before him. The salivation of his mouth caused him to lick
his lips in anticipation. As part and parcel to their game of cat and
mouse, he waited for her signal.
Wanda
knew he'd wait for her command and she raised herself on her elbows.
Looking down her body, she gazed on the visage of her manservant. His
lustful gaze as he stared at her wanton sex, excited her and a pearl
of moisture formed at her opening. Carlos looked up to her emerald eyes, pleading to taste her womanly juices. She relented by spreading
her legs further and flowering open her crimson-furred pussy.
The signal received, he pressed his
hungry lips to her equally ravenous nucleus. The first lick started
her journey to ecstasy. His mouth swirled on her pussy, sucking juices
from her seething folds. Carlos put his all into the meal he made of
his Mistress. His tongue danced in the crease of her rampant centre
and teased the hard knot of nerves at the top of her furrow. She thanked
him by filling his mouth with a gushing orgasm.
Her need sated, Carlos cradled her in his
arms and carried her to the hammock. He carefully wrapped her in the
sarong and sat in a chair beside his Mistress, gently rocking the
notorious pirate to sleep. The time for his pleasure would come
later.
The
end
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About
'D. Musgrave'
The reader is entertained by the
journey of another,
but the writer is the changer of worlds
D'ni proverb.
When D.
Musgrave first read this proverb, it rekindled the
desire to write that he'd thought had burned out
during eight long years of college. Since then, he's
dabbled in a variety of genres, but the 'other'
works had no audience, until he connected to the
Internet. A whole new world of possibilities for his
writing unfolded.
Many
struggles and much effort later, D. discovered that
he indeed could write and, most surprisingly, people
wanted to read the words that spilled onto his
pages. During his time riding the learning curve of
authorship, he stumbled upon Erotica Writers Too, a
small online writing community. It wasn't long
afterwards that he found himself as the assistant
administrator. There he found a handful of friendly
and helpful writers that encouraged his efforts, one
in particular was Jude Mason. With her kindness and
skill, a mutual working relationship developed along
the way that became a deep and valued friendship.
D. joined
Erotica Readers and Writers Association
a few years ago and developed even more skill with
the help of the talented writers there. Employing
the help of the varied voices contained in that
community, D. finished his first novel,
'Trail of Seduction'.
It was published by Renaissance eBooks and was
subsequently voted fourth best romance of 2003 on
the Preditors and Editors poll. Most recently, his
second novel,
'Foxy!',
was released by Renaissance amidst a flurry of
hysteria. His works have garnered much acclaim and
Sensual Romance Reviews hailed D. Musgrave's erotic
novels, "An emotional roller coaster of needs,
desires, doubts and rewards."
Several of D's shorter
works have been published on the net and he's become
a featured writer on a fetish site,
Darker Pleasures. D. has
also developed a website called
~Hidden Treasures~,
where you can see more of his voice and a few of his
works in progress. As previously mention, Matt
Nicholson of Darker Pleasures, has created one of
the most unique and classy fetish-lifestyle sites on
the net and D's thrilled to be a part of such a
great website.
During this period, D. has also spread the
word about safe anal-play with
The Art of Anal Forum,
a site where people who enjoy all forms of anal play
discuss the aspects of anal sexuality and dispel a
few myths.
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