The gigantic, sea worthy lass swayed to and fro on the glassy waves of the calm afternoon ocean. The billowy, cream colored sails flowed into deep azure infinity, waving to the graceful gulls and the dazzling mermaids. Dr. Daniel Yughes, a professor of human stimulation, lounged comfortably on a warped, wooden bench. His absorbing chestnut eyes followed every harmonious motion of Anyanna's supple body. The motion of the swelling surf sent her beckoning bosom swaying toward him, inducing his passion to response, and then away again, a gentle secret of what was foretold in her eyes.
Anyanna, the name of a maiden naive to the rapture of love, innocent of crime, and whose beauty was unsurpassed even by the radiant mermaids passing in the frothy sea. A woman, hardly more than a girl. A desire, felt deep into the marrow of Daniel's soul. He needed the splendor that was Anyanna. He regarded her virtuous outline as she gazed out to the misty beyonds, the brilliant tint of the day's sun setting a backdrop to the most prized painting in the European's heart.
She gracefully wafted towards below deck, her limber hips prompting him to follow. He rose effortlessly from the bench. His eyes following her sway as a trained cobra to the tune of it's master. Back, forth, back, forth again, he gazed and followed, entranced by the shapely contours of her endless legs. They traveled like this into the bowels of the excessive sea maiden. Daniel hadn't thought of where he was heading, but he realized by the smell of sweaty sea men that they were nearing the mess hall.
Sitting at a far table Daniel watched Anyanna eating. He watched, longing burning inside him, as she gracefully lifted the spoon to her mouth. He watched as she wrapped her glistening, crimson lips around it and slowly withdrew it again. He watched, craving those, plump, ruby lips. He watched, waiting.
Anyanna lithly stood from the table. She quietly slipped out of the noisy, crowded room. Daniel followed, intrigued by her walk, the way her buttocks undulated under her clingy dress. She flowed up a flight of stairs, Daniel quietly in tow. She continued down a hallway and stepped into her bunk. Daniel leaned against the wall for a little while, waiting.
He turned and headed for her door. He knocked three times, ever so slightly, then waited. He heard the scratching of the latch being lifted on the other side. The door slowly swung open, and there, in scarlet bedclothes, stood the illustrious Anyanna Machiavelli. She moved aside slightly, a motion Daniel took as an invitation to pleasure beyond his imagination. Daniel walked in, brushing against her plump, lutious, bosom. She shut the door behind him and seductively leaned against it, arching her back slightly. He moved towards her, slowly, staring into her dark, brown eyes. He put his strong hands on her hips and pulled her against him. Her flat belly flush against his stomach, the passion welled inside of him. He needed her.
Staring down into her soft features he reached down and kissed her, his hands played over the small of her back. A moan of pleasure escaped her lips. He knew that she had never been treated in such a manner by a man before. She was fresh and new, pure. He slowly backed her to the bunk. Her nails dug lightly into the back of his neck, prickles of pleasure crawled up is arms. She slowly pulled him down, down into her silky, pliable, olive skin. Her soft hands strayed to his chest and began to unbutton his shirt. She gradually made her way to his belt hook.
Daniel let his hands roam over her yielding skin. He stroked her, manipulating her supple flesh. She moaned, louder and deeper this time, he wanted her to ache for him, to shudder with anticipation. He caressed her smooth, firm thighs, and moved up, rubbing his stomach on her flat belly, and then kneading her plump, voluptuous breasts. He kissed her, hard on the mouth and then moved down, down, and down further. His lips tracing a trail down her ivory neck, over her curving shoulders, across her heaving chest and slipping lightly over her belly and into the reaches of her chastity. She writhed with delight.
Anyanna trembled beneath him. Sweat beading on her forehead. He slipped out of his trousers and plunged deep into the ecstasy that was Anyanna. He began slowly, teasing her, tormenting her virgin flesh. Ever so gradually he gained velocity, pacing. Pacing, and then faster, faster, until he was pounding his muscular body against her again and again. He was alive with passionate craving, his body urged him to speed up but he held out, drawing the pleasure from the loins of the mural, the symphony, of Anyanna.
Daniel slowly began to increase his speed again, drawing passionate cries from the plump, ruby lips of his young, supple mistress. He pumped her burning flesh until she screamed in ecstasy. He let go, allowing her trembling muscles to bring forth from him the burning flow of pleasure he had long awaited. He kept his pace until the flower that was Anyanna began to quieten her trembling. He lay by her side the night through, until morning, where the ship docked in harbor.
In the gray morning mist Dr. Daniel Yughes slipped quietly from a bunk that was not his own, and made his way to shore. The gentle maiden, Anyanna, awoke to a bed of empty dreams best left to relive another night.