<div style="text-align: justify"><i>SS Sovereign</i>, a passenger ship of sleek white steel, loomed over the harbor of St. Lucia not unlike a colossal titan. Navigating across the seas of the Caribbean with five thousand travelers onboard for twenty days and bewitching them with scenic vistas and sapphirine waters, the cruise was finally on the last leg of its journey when it docked in Point Seraphine four days ago. By dawn tomorrow, it would depart to return to the States and to reality, the memories of the exotic islands saved in photographs, videos, and souvenirs. For Yasmine Sleiman, however, these mementos were never enough if the vacationists even experienced half as much as she did in this excursion.<br/>
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The summer of 2018 had cast a spell on Yasmine the moment she boarded <i>SS Sovereign</i> with naught a companion by her side. It seemed foolish of her to partake in a trip usually meant for groups or couples but, well, fuck it. Four years of constant work at Kirkland &amp; Ellis Law Offices as a senior associate without taking advantage of personal vacations would eventually lead one to impulsive decisions such as this. God knew how much stress she had accumulated over the years from legal cases and clients alike; a detox was certainly in order. Nevertheless, the applause and hoots of her colleagues when she declared that she would be on a month-long leave implied that she was on the right path to self-care. Although the first few days of the cruise was somewhat an awkward scenario, partly because Yasmine seemed to be the only traveler without any friends or family, it soon dawned on her that, without the formal strictures that the law firm imposed on their employees, she could <i>let loose</i> for once.<br/>
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Once her intentions were defined, fate played its hand as if though it was eavesdropping on the lone cruiser. Aboard the ship’s pool deck, Yasmine met a charming businessman, who was in the same solitary voyage such as her. Max Borough not only strummed Yasmine’s heartstrings with the precision of a prodigious veteran but ignited her libido with that cocky-bastard smile that she never knew she was attracted to until he flashed her with it as well. It wasn’t long before they were entangled within each other’s arms in his cabin suite, clothes strewn haphazardly on the floor and moans reverberating intermittently from his room. He was rough with her, epitomizing the very core meaning of <i>fucking</i>, and it enraptured Yasmine like a moth to a flame. Vanilla was not a label she would attribute to the businessman’s touch in bed; no, he was a lot more than that. Perhaps it was what urged Yasmine to reveal her deepest, filthiest sexual desires to him during their pillow talks. Soon, and with repeated libidinous encounters on differing locations aboard <i>SS Sovereign</i> and various Caribbean countries, the Persian femme’s woes about companionship on a cruise were erased with Max’s presence beside her.<br/>
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Supposedly, Yasmine was content with her summer flings with the businessman. Max was a vicarious adventure in and of himself after all. Yet that satisfaction changed when she met a Caribbean local four days ago. The beaches of St. Lucia were majestic and breathtaking but it paled in comparison with Kendell King. A kind greeting turned into an engaging conversation on the sandy shores by day, and an engaging conversation evolved into a feverish lovemaking in his abode by night. In hindsight, while it was plausible that Kendell’s demeanor initially piqued her interest, Yasmine was fairly certain that his cadenced accent was the cherry on top. The searing pleasure she derived from the local was something she had never experienced in her entire twenty five years of existence, and Yasmine doubted she could ever meet someone who could be up to par with Kendell’s ability. In the four days that the ship was docked in St. Lucia, it was four days spent in Kendell’s company who took it upon himself to be her personal guide, touring the island’s tourist spots and exchanging salacious secrets whilst engaging in clandestine trysts every so often. It was a short amount of time but Yasmine savored it all the more, Kendell’s gentleness was a welcome reprieve from Max’s crassness, though Yasmine found both sinfully appealing to her.<br/>
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Juggling two men, both of whom were the quintessence of sexiness and sexual prowess, and keeping one oblivious of the other was not something Yasmine expected to be saddled with during her vacation but she <i>just</i> couldn’t help herself.<br/>
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Especially with the Adonis incarnates in question.<br/>
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The sea breeze greeted Yasmine as she emerged from Pointe Seraphine’s Duty Free, the zephyr caressing her akin to a paramour, sculpting her <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F564x%2F63%2F21%2F24%2F6321246508110aaadcedc791d9bab142.jpg&amp;hash=e8bb24a81a58d71319dddbed75959ed1" href="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/63/21/24/6321246508110aaadcedc791d9bab142.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">sundress</a> against her slight frame and briefly accentuating the dips and rises of her body. In her arms were paper bags fraught with knick-knacks to ornament her home and to give away as presents to friends and family. The afternoon sunbeams inspired a thin film of sweat to glaze her tanned skin whilst she strolled back to the <i>SS Sovereign</i>, her whiskey eyes veiled by sunglasses and her strappy sandals a hollow tap on the wooden boardwalk. Today was her last day in St. Lucia, and she had just bid her farewells with Kendell earlier in the morning. Whilst sucking on a strawberry-flavored lollipop, she was now on her way to Max with the intention to bask in his savage affections before their dinner plans tonight. Her feet brought her to the door to his room after depositing her purchases in her own cabin, and three successive knocks were enacted on the ingress.​</div>