Have you ever met somebody that is just pure and good, in the most basic sense? Saves kittens, because she can, kind of good. Snow White doesn’t have shit on her. She just cares. About everything.
The world throws us pain and hurt, over and over, and yet some people still maintain a beautiful innocence about them. Some would say it’s naive. But it’s really a rare type of strength to continue to see good in people when you have every reason to not.
There is something so beautiful to this man, about a woman like this. He can spot it from a mile away. He knows it well.
Growing up surfing, watching North Shore on a loop, saying “Haole” in 9th grade while not realizing he was one, he always knew one day he’d make his way to Hawai’i to tuck in, see the crystal clear barrel that is only found here, eat shit, get up, and force himself to do it again as his nose burns from inhaling salt water, for the rush that no person who hasn’t done it can know.
Potato chip thin shortboard long gone, he will still feel the warm and clear Pacific, if he has to die to do it. Just out of a bitter divorce, it’s time for some “me time”. Some re-centering. Some waves. No expectations. Nothing.
Touching down at HNL, he waits for his luggage, to find out he is in a horror movie. The 7′ board made it. The bags are sitting in Denver.
No choice but to buy some clothes now. Making his way across the island, stopping everywhere he needs to pick up what will get him through eight days in God’s best paradise. Last stop, across from his hotel. Board shorts.
Brunette behind the counter is so fucking beautiful it kills him inside. Stumbling through his sentence, it becomes so obvious to them both he is lost in just the essence of her. He hurries. Gets the fuck out of there. “God, this is humiliating”, he thinks. Throws his bag in the back of the rental. Puts the key in the ignition.
This feels like “Forgetting Sarah Marshall” way too much. That’s one of his favorite movies. Thought about it on the plane ride over even.
“Fuck it”, he says to himself.
Out of the car, heading back to the store. He makes a beeline for her. Walks right up to her with the confidence of a bullfighter.
“I am in town for a week. I think you are beautiful. Absolutely stunning. I’d love to take you out to dinner, coffee, or just talk on the phone. Here is my business card. The cell on it is my personal cell.”
“Don’t answer right now. Call, if you are interested. I’m sorry if I suck at this ‘hitting on a girl’ thing. Honestly, it’s been years since I had to. You just caught my eye and I would hate myself if I didn’t say anything. I’ll be in town for a week. Have a wonderful day, sweetheart.”
Butterflies, instantly. She saw the rugged yet established man as he walked through the door the first time and knew right away she wanted to know more.
She gets hit on all the time. By Idiots. Not businessmen with a three-letter title, stubble looking hot as fuck, and a burned-in tanned only people who spend their lives in the sun get.
Miss Shy Girl still couldn’t bring herself to call. One night, then another, then another. Then Saturday rolls around and she ends up shitfaced at a wedding, and liquid courage sets in. No hesitation. She dials. They talk. For hours. That’s all he needed. An in. The next day the date was set.
Meeting at the Marina at noon. Renting a boat for the day, he knew he needed to take her out for something unique. He knew she was no easy sell. She was different. Her innocence was intimidating the fuck out of him. “How do you move in on a girl who very well could be saving herself for somebody special?”
Running through her mind was the thought “I am so fucking horny. What the fuck is up with this guy? Trying to be romantic and shit is great, but fuck, I just want him to take me, right fucking here.”
He drops the anchor, pulls two Coronas, and one more time tells himself, “Fuck it.” Immediately the conversation turns to sex. Fucking. She finds out in no time this motherfucker is one passionate, dominant son-of-a-bitch. Stories of bondage, toys, fantasies of the hardest hardcore sex you can imagine. Rope play. Forced Orgasms. He decides to share all.
“Am I creeping you out?”
He is fully expecting a “Kinda”, but he sees her squirm a bit.
“This bitch is wet right now”, he thinks to himself. One last time, “Fuck it”, he thinks. Scoots over and grabs her pussy and says, “She is wet, isn’t she Kitten?”
She has watched enough porn to know the correct response is
Rubbing that clit with the precision that only an experienced married man can, her orgasm floods her in no time, and his wet fingers find their way into the mouth he will soon be fucking.
Standing up he pulls his cock out and shoves it right inside her innocent whore mouth.
“You are such a slut, you know that, don’t you”. Her pussy is just dripping from being talked to like a whore.
Slapping her gorgeous face with the weight of what will fill her later.
“You really are a fucking slut”.
“I’m gonna dunk my balls in your mouth, your gonna gag, I’m gonna laugh, we’ll be best friends forever.”
Hands around her tiny little neck and tight squeeze and his thickness fills the tightest pussy he has ever known. “God damn, you feel good.”
“You like my tight little hole, don’t you? Don’t you Daddy?”
“Oh, she is playing back?”, he thinks to himself. “Getting kinda brave. We will see about that.”
One hard deep thrust right into her cervix and she jumps as he shocked her.
“Get the fuck over here.” Yanking her hair and tossing her around like a fucking rag doll, he puts her right on top of his dick, the whole time, with a plan in mind.
“Let’s see how this mouthy bitch likes overstimulation”, he thinks.
Cock pounding her cervix, reaching around to rub that clit with intensity, so bucks up, down, back, forward, squirming in every direction, not knowing what the fuck just hit her.
Two orgasms, at the same time, on the open sea, this is by far the best sexual experience she has ever had, and it’s not even halfway over yet.
Pushed forward like a piece of meat he is using for his pleasure, with no regard for her feelings at the moment, throwing her down and shoving his cock deep inside her once more.
“You like this cock filling your whore trap, don’t you?”
She is lost in bliss. No answer.
One more time. “I am talking to you. You might want to fucking answer me.”
“Daddy, your cock feels so good inside me. So fucking good.”
“Kitten. You feel so good too, Babydoll.”
The nice side of him surfaces. It touches the innocent side of her heart.
The essence of D/s sex sets in. The back and forth. The fear and admiration.
Cumming one more time. As she does he flips her over and pounds her as hard as he can, knowing he can now, that her wet pussy is able to take him all after being thoroughly worked.
Thrusting as hard as he can until the 5th orgasm hits and she is a total wreck.
“I am gonna cum, Kitten. All over your beautiful, gorgeous, slutty little whore face.”
“Please Daddy. Give it to me.”
So he does. He paints that beautiful face with his pent up seed and watches a woman in absolute bliss taking his cum all over her.
“Good girl. Such a good girl.”
Also published on Medium.