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This circumstance was to the advantage of many of my comrades, who already had such thin hair that they looked like old men. Not me. My hair was strong, and I let it grow. Just as Samson drew his strength from his locks, I let my full mane be a sign of my vitality. She reached in, pulled my head back, punished me with her gaze like a disobedient boy, and then finally pressed her lips to mine\u2014unrelenting, demanding, conquering. I, who was used to having an entire ship dance to my tune, with the exception of the captain and the first mate, let myself be overwhelmed and captivated by this graceful beauty, who played with me like a cat with a trapped mouse.<\/p>\n

Her other hand slowly felt its way down my chest, reached under my half-unbuttoned shirt, and pulled it over my head with a deft movement. With a powerful jerk, she pushed me backwards and I fell onto the bed, while she quickly unfastened my belt and pulled my pants off my butt. Her lips moved gently over my calves, each kiss soft, demanding, yet playful. Inch by inch, kiss by kiss, she moved higher, but the closer she got to my hard, throbbing lance, the sparser the tender touches of her lips became, until all I could feel was her warm breath brushing over my skin like a gentle breeze.<\/p>\n

At that moment, she paused right there, laughed softly, and I went crazy with this sweet torture. My hands reached for her, but she brushed them away with a playful movement as I tried to grab her neck. She pressed my hands into the sheets, and her long, shiny hair fell like a dark curtain over my thighs.<\/p>\n

My cock twitched violently for the first time when the tip of her tongue touched my glans, barely stronger than the flick of a cat’s tongue facing its first bowl of milk. Then, when she knew that I would not resist again, but would surrender myself completely to her, that my hands would remain on the sheets until she allowed me to do something else, she took my swollen shaft in one hand and my balls in the other and stroked both gently.<\/p>\n

Too gently! It was incredible. We both felt me getting harder and harder.<\/p>\n

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I am the prey I was hanging in the nooses that bound my hands to the crossbeams inside the ship, unable to pray properly or come up with a plan to get out of there. I noticed a movement before my blinking eyes, and when I finally brought myself to look more closely, a fat rat sitting right in front of me was staring at me.<\/p>\n

It was holding a piece of bread in its little paws, and I wasn’t sure if it wanted to offer it to me or if it was simply playing the role of a spectator admiring a spectacle that was unfolding with frightening regularity and in which I had now become the unwitting protagonist. On the verge of unconsciousness, the few impressions down here mingled with long-faded memories\u2014like those of… Claire. Claire. I felt my pants tighten involuntarily\u2014a completely inappropriate reaction in my current situation. But I would probably die here, and the memory of Claire was perhaps my last “meal”: a small bite of joy that my mind gratefully pounced on.<\/p>\n

Claire had been my nurse, an enchanting creature with blonde curls, blue eyes, and skin as delicate as fresh cream. She had nursed me when I was tiny and helpless. Later, I had been sent away for my education and then returned as a young man, but Claire was still in her position, once again caring for a small child. Her beauty\u2014it had become even deeper, more intense. It captivated me, wouldn’t let me go.<\/p>\n

It seemed as if Claire didn’t age. Her hair shimmered like gold, her eyes sparkled like sapphires, and her red, soft mouth… My God, what I imagined she could do with that mouth! I was smitten. But Claire just laughed at my boyish foolishness, my enthusiasm and infatuation. Her eyes flashed with mockery, and she kept me at a distance. Her teasing glances and laughter made it clear to me that she didn’t see the young man I had become, but the boy \u2013 not to be taken seriously.<\/p>\n

It drove me crazy. I followed her every step, like a puppy, as if I were tied to her by an invisible string. Wherever she was, I was too; it felt as if an intoxicating drug had me in its grip.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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