We set out on the open sea on a small yacht late in the afternoon. The sun was already setting, painting the sky in incredible shades of pink, orange, and gold. A light salty breeze ruffled my hair, and the yacht gently rocked on the waves, as if lulling us to sleep. All around us was an endless expanse of water, not a single shoreline on the horizon. We were completely alone, and this feeling of complete freedom was more intoxicating than the glass of wine we'd had with dinner on deck. I stood by the side of the boat, leaning against the warm wood, watching the sun touch the water, leaving a fiery trail behind it. He came up behind me silently, wrapped his arms around my waist, and pressed his chest against my back. His body was warm, and his arms were strong and gentle at the same time. I closed my eyes and exhaled, feeling the salty breeze mingle with his scent—marine, musky, familiar. We were silent. Words were superfluous. Only the sound of the waves, the lapping of the wat... continue reading

We set out on the open sea on a small yacht late in the afternoon. The sun was already setting, painting the sky in incredible shades of pink, orange, and gold. A light salty breeze ruffled my hair, and the yacht gently rocked on the waves, as if lulling us to sleep. All around us was an endless expanse of water, not a single shoreline on the horizon. We were completely alone, and this feeling of complete freedom was more intoxicating than the glass of wine we'd had with dinner on deck. I stood by the side of the boat, leaning against the warm wood, watching the sun touch the water, leaving a fiery trail behind it. He came up behind me silently, wrapped his arms around my waist, and pressed his chest against my back. His body was warm, and his arms were strong and gentle at the same time. I closed my eyes and exhaled, feeling the salty breeze mingle with his scent—marine, musky, familiar. We were silent. Words were superfluous. Only the sound of the waves, the lapping of the wat... continue reading

My first girlfriend was Sveta, a 23-year-old girl from Krasnodar who came to Gelendzhik for the summer to visit a friend. I was nineteen, working as a lifeguard on one of the beaches between Kabardinka and Gelendzhik. I'd spend all day hanging out on the tower in just shorts, looking at the sea and the girls in bathing suits. Sveta showed up almost every evening after six, when the sun was less scorching. She rented a room in a private house nearby and came alone, always wearing the same red bikini that barely held up her breasts. She wasn't a model, but she had the kind of body that immediately got me hard. She was about 5'6", with heavy D-cup breasts, with noticeable nipples that always poked through the thin fabric. Her waist was narrow, but her hips and ass were wide and luscious, so wide that when she walked along the pebbles, everything shook and swayed. I silently gave her 95-68-105, and every time she passed my tower, I pretended to stare at the sea, but out... continue reading