Sail Away …

The next morning, we got up early. We had rented a sailboat to spend this day entirely on the ocean. We walked to the harbor and found the pier where our sailboat for the day was anchored. At this time of the day, most people were still sleeping and the harbor seemed deserted.
We got on the sloop and checked the boat: the rigging, the sails, the turnbuckles, the cotter pins. When we saw that everything was in order, we pointed our boat into the wind and hoisted the sail. Together, we navigated the sloop until we were sailing on a broad reach. With the rising sun in front of us, the wind in our hair, and sailing a sloop, we were content.
As we sailed on, the pier, the harbor, and the houses got smaller, the coastline started to vanish. Freedom! How we missed being on the ocean. We navigated to a hidden bay friends had suggested. And it was true: it was so hidden we almost missed it. And no one else was in this bay—it was deserted.
I looked at Bina. I knew her well. And when she looked at me, I saw that familiar—and expected—sparkle in her eyes. She ordered me to the mast and made me sit, facing the bow. She disappeared into the cabin and returned with a small bag after a couple of minutes. Our rope bag. She took a rope out of the bag and quickly wrapped it around my wrists in a double column tie. Bina pulled my hands up and bound the rope to the mast. With another rope, she bound my breast in a chest harness and again attached the remaining rope to the mast. Finally, she used a third rope to bind my lower torso directly to the mast. I could see it in her face: she was satisfied with the outcome.
Bina bowed down and kissed me in a long and passionate kiss. She then stood up again and lifted her skirt. She was naked underneath. She pressed her yoni against my face and I ran my tongue along her labia. She moaned. I circled her sweet spot, pushed my tongue into her yoni. Again, I ran my tongue up and down, along her labia, circled her spot, pushed into her. Her breathing became shallow, her moans loader.
“Wait …”
She pulled away for a moment, rummaged in the rope bag, and pulled a magic wand from the bag. She ripped my panties off and placed the vibrating wand between my legs. She secured it with her left foot and pressed her yoni against my face.
“Continue,” she ordered.
And I did. I found my former rhythm, now interrupted by my own moans. Bina kept pressing her yoni against my mouth. The loader my moans against her yoni got, the more she moaned until her moans almost became screams. And when she came with a scream, so did I.