31. Whisky Dick

All preparations were complete to cast off on my next adventure except one. I had revisited each of my lovers in this port except Vista. I had purposely left her until last because she was the most problematic.

Don’t misinterpret. Vista was still the most visually appealing female I have encountered in my many travels and decades of life. Her body just didn’t quit. It looked as if it had been sculpted by the gods, specifically for my pleasure. Her face, with those big, soulful eyes, beckoned me. And I wanted to see her again.

Yet, she was a siren, a temptress, and I felt like Odysseus being lured in with every encounter. That was the problem.

Our first meeting had gone well. This raving beauty had allowed me to bury my face in her exquisite cunt. It had been memorable. Our second engagement had started off swimmingly. I had the pleasure of seeing my hard cock pummel that angelic face. Then, before she passed out drunk, she allowed me to ravish her pussy.

It was the next morning when things unraveled. She showed her true colors and made it clear that she wanted to get her hooks into me. Like, permanently. Red flag number one. I dodged that bullet only to have it ricochet.

Vista is Carrie’s ex-daughter-in-law. They are still quite close. In fact, Carrie introduced me to Vista. When I was entertaining Carrie in my “farewell” visit, Vista interfered, albeit only via phone. So, by showing interest in Carrie, I was driving a wedge between her and Vista. Ricochet into red flag number two.

I found Vista such a perfect specimen of the human body that my desires clouded my better judgment. The angel on one shoulder said “leave it alone – don’t stir up trouble – she’s a siren – she’ll crash you into the rocks.” The devil on the other screamed “dude – she’s so fucking hot – and you can have your way with her – don’t pass this one up!”

Just this morning I had entertained Marcy. She had left before noon. Afterwards, I had done some day drinking and I was about half drunk by now. So I listened to the devil. I called Vista.

“Hello? Is this my beloved Sailor?”

“Well, yes, it’s definitely Sailor. How have you been?”

“Oh, eeking by, not doing much. It’s uncanny that you’re calling. I was just thinking about calling you.”

“Oh, really? What for?”

“Well, honestly, Sailor, I’ve been thinking a lot about my actions the last few days.