Lust and Love on The Island of Rhodes - Sex Stories

Lust and Love on The Island of Rhodes

... looked up into my eyes, “I want you to stay. Please stay.” I was confused. How could she expect me to stay on Rhodes with her? What was she thinking and feeling? I was a sailor; she was a whore who was called by Paul to seduce me into buying drinks, but now I was also feeling a deep caring for her and was unsure what to do with those feelings. This is nuts. What should I do? “Don’t leave me. I want to make you a happy man. I will give myself to you. Please, stay.” “No, I must get back to the ship. I’m on my way to Paris. I can’t stay here. That would be impossible and crazy.” “You said I should be a free spirit and be dangerous, why can’t we be crazy and dangerous together?” Again, stunned by her directness, her pleading, brown eyes urging me to stay and live with her, be her lover and saw her innocence and wildness, her goodness and seductiveness, and remembered her longing for a man to take her from her lonely existence to a place of being wanted and loved. Her words and the idea of staying with this beautiful, sexy, wild, passionate woman excited me. My taking off on a freighter with no money was an adventure, and though my plans had fallen apart, I was seeing places I had never seen and having experiences I would never have had. And now, I was on Rhodes with Annika offering herself to me, begging me to stay and live dangerously, passionately and become two free spirits tossing caution to the wind in order to feel completely alive. “You’re serious, aren’t you?” The ...

... temptation of actually staying was rising in me. Could I live on this island with this beautiful sexy woman? I don’t know what to do. This is nuts. My mind was swirling with confusion and uncertainty. How could I stay? Everything I had was on the ship--my books, my journal, my clothes. I would be sacrificing the money I had earned when I signed off in Spain--the money I needed to make my way to Paris and be where I planned over three months earlier. “Yes, I’m serious.” “How would I live if I stayed here? I have no money, no clothes other than what I am wearing.” I can’t do this! This is crazy? Just as Annika reached out to pull me into her arms, I rolled over to the other side of the bed, sat up and looked down at her pleading eyes. I started to speak but couldn’t find words, then went out onto the balcony and looked at the setting sun, the pink clouds fading, the last golden rays glowing on the water. Robert Frost’s lines about promises to keep came to my mind and ached in my throat as I whispered them to myself, knowing I had plans and things I needed to do in order to be the writer I wanted to be. Annika came out to the balcony and, standing behind me, wrapped her arms around my naked body and pressed the warm softness of her breasts against my back, letting me feel the smoothness of her skin and smell the exquisite fragrance of her hair. She lowered her hand and held my deflated cock, caressing it, her lips kissing my shoulder, then whispered, “I won’t let you leave me. You ...