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| A widower living in Suntree (Melbourne) with two cats (Howard and Shirley). No baggage or commitments. I gravitate towards attractive, slim/petite, intelligent, submissive females. I'm not a creep or a lonely old guy surfing the net. I am a workout addict, fish, race catamarans, avid reader, box at a local boxing club, and live a very active life. If you would like to experience my life drop me a line and let's chat. My home is a large discreet vacation type home close to the beach. My fishing boats is kept in my garage (beautiful boat) and my catamaran sits on the Indian River. Play with me.
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How to mess up a weekend. So I have a girlfriend who accompanies me on a mission last weekend. I was the chase boat (follows the catamarans on a distance race and "saves" those in distress). She's young (31) and really doesn't like boats (gets sea sick). I promise her nothing will happen. We won't be sitting still. She'll be fine. It was the first time she visited my home and visited my toy room (small closet with collar/bondage toys). Well to my great surprise she starts picking out stuff to bring. I'm a happy guy. We leave following the boats and half way through the Saturday race (It's 25 miles and ends at Hiriam's Resort in Sebastian) a boat capsized resulting in a broken mast. Then the clouds opened up. Got their boat upright and towed it back to the starting beach. Got rain gear on Jamie. Towed the boat back 12 miles and then turned around and headed down the river 25 miles to Hiriams. Rained all the time. We were two soaked, cold rats. When we got to the resort I found that the bait well I put our clothes/her cell phone in I accidentally turned on the fill button. Everything was floating in water. We got into our room, got clothes dried, took a nice shower together (no sex...saving the adventure for the night) went to the Sand Bar for oysters and crab and couple of drinks, back to the room for naps (no sex...saving the adventure for the night. Got back to the restaurant for lobster and steaks than caught up with the crowd at the Sand Bar. Jamie is not a drinker (she told me her clothes come off after just one margarita). However, we both got caught up with the party and after several drinks each, somehow found our way back to our room. (No sex...no could...didn't try...both under the the spell of spirits.) Staggered to find something to eat in the morning. Return trip was worst. North winds...we were following boats north...she was wet and cold...had to find islands for her to pee...she doesn't have my advantage and of course, I forgot to put the "female privacy container" on board. After 4 1/2 hours (all boats safe) we landed back at the boats yard and she could have chip ice with her nipples. I did get her back home, dry, fed and she laughed all the time. Good sport and she said these are times that make memories. The good news is she'll be over this week and we will get to use the toys. She told me to hide the alcohol. |
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I'm having problems finding the right submissive. I think I'm too trusting. |
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