I Ignore my Boyfriend!
By: Soaring
Hello,
I've been dying to share this because it's been replaying in my head, and I'm secretly smug about how it all played out. This guy from our gym, invited me on a trip to the Caribbean, where he owns this stunning yacht. He sold it as a "group getaway" but I knew it was just a pretext to get me alone. I told my boyfriend it was a fun, innocent escape, saying he shouldn't worry. He's so eager to please that he just smiled and said, "Go have a blast, babe." He had no idea I was already weaving my plan.
This guy is HOT, always in tight polos that cling to his muscles, with a cocky grin that makes my heart race. Our chemistry's been electric since I gave him a sexy birthday gift; sneaky gym flirtations, me teasing him with "joking" foot pics, him begging for more with that hungry look. My boyfriend's noticed but never speaks up, too timid to question me. So when we boarded his yacht, surrounded by turquoise waves and endless sun, it felt like I'd stepped into my own fantasy. No boyfriend, no rules, just me and a guy I'd been craving for ages.
Day one, I'm on the deck in a bikini that's barely a whisper, loving how his eyes lock onto me. He's leaning against the railing, sipping a soda, staring like I'm his to claim. He says, "Your boyfriend's got no clue what he's missing." I laugh, toss my hair, and reply, "He's just thoughtful." We both know I'm not here for thoughtful. We're swimming off the yacht soon, his hands grazing my hips, pulling me close in the water, whispering dirty quips that make me giggle and tremble. By evening, we're dancing on the deck under a sky full of stars, his body pressed against mine, hands gripping me like he's staking a claim. I'm in control, and it's exhilarating.
That first night, the tension we'd been building all day finally snapped. We were lounging on the deck's plush cushions, the yacht gently rocking, the air warm and salty. I was sprawled across his lap, my thighs draped over his, feeling bold and a little reckless. We'd been laughing about something silly-some gym story-but the vibe shifted. His hand rested on my thigh, warm and deliberate, his fingers tracing slow circles that sent shivers up my spine. I leaned in closer, letting my hair brush his shoulder, and caught his eyes-dark, intense, daring me to make a move. My heart was pounding, and I could feel how much I wanted him, my body already betraying me. I was so wet, just from the anticipation, and sitting on his lap, I knew he could feel it through my thin bikini bottoms, the heat and dampness pressing against his thigh. He shifted slightly, his grip tightening, and I saw that smug smirk creep across his face, like he knew exactly what was happening.
I teased, "You're awfully quiet all of a sudden." He chuckled, low and rough, and said, "Hard to focus with you like this." That was it-the spark. I tilted my head, letting my lips hover close to his, and he didn't hesitate. He closed the gap, kissing me hard, all hunger and heat, his tongue slipping into my mouth like he'd been waiting for this forever. My hands found his chest, fingers digging into his shirt, pulling him closer. His hands slid up my thighs, gripping my hips, pressing me down harder onto his lap, and I could feel him getting hard beneath me, which only made me more desperate. We were making out like we were starving, all teeth and tongues, my body grinding against his instinctively. I was so turned on, my wetness soaking through, and he groaned into my mouth, clearly feeling it, his fingers digging into my skin like he couldn't get enough.
We stumbled to his private cabin-sprawling, with ocean views and a bed screaming luxury-and I made sure he felt like the only man in the world. I was so insanely horny for him, I couldn't hold back. I dropped to my knees, giving him a blowjob that left him trembling, my lips and tongue working him until he was gasping, swearing under his breath. Then we hit the bed, and he's gifted-thick, heavy, the kind that makes you pause. I'm on my back, legs spread, and he's kissing down my body-neck, breasts, stomach-until he's between my thighs, his tongue sending me into a frenzy.
I'm moaning, loud enough to echo over the water, trembling as I climax before he even starts. When he slides in, it's slow, stretching me perfectly. I'm using my Kegels-years of practice have made me a pro-gripping him tightly, pulsing in ways that make him groan, "You're something else." I'm smirking, knowing I'm ruining him. I nudge him to flip me over, hips up, and he's relentless, thrusting deeply, hands marking my skin, teasing my backdoor just enough to make me see stars. I'm screaming, climaxing again, my body slick with sweat, and he's mine to command. I made sure he got everything; blowjobs at dawn, sex under the stars, me riding him until we're both wrecked because I was so damn hungry for him I could barely think.
The whole time, I'm toying with my boyfriend. He's texting, "Miss you, hope you're having the best time," begging for a hint I'm thinking of him. I ignore most of his messages, tossing back a vague "It's incredible" while this guy has me bent over the cabin's desk. I know my boyfriend's at home, probably getting off on the thought of me slipping away, loving how out of his reach I am. He's always been like this-needy, thriving on my distance, craving the way I keep him on edge. So I lean in. I "accidentally" send a pic of my bikini on the deck, then ghost him for hours. When I finally reply, it's a flirty, "Oops, wrong chat." He's texting back, "You're driving me nuts," and I'm reveling in it, knowing I've got him completely hooked.
We go again; cabin,deck, lounge. Literally every night of the trip. I'm sore, glowing, and untouchable. I make him promise not to finish inside, just to test my power. My Kegels break him every time. I act shocked, "You weren't supposed to!" but inside, I'm triumphant, especially because I was so wildly horny for him I could barely see straight.
Back home, my boyfriend's all over me, asking about the trip with this pitiful, hopeful look. I give him nothing "It was fun" and watch him fidget, knowing he's aching for details he'll never get. I'm still texting this guy, keeping it flirty. I manipulated my boyfriend, fooled him into thinking it was just a friendly trip, ignored him the whole time, and he's more obsessed with me than ever. I'm not sorry-I'm soaring.
Soaring
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