The Sex Goddess Way

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Diving Deeper Into a Beach & Scuba Vacation With Her Dive Instructor

Diving Deeper Into a Beach & Scuba Vacation With Her Dive Instructor

Should you play with an attractive, handsome neighbor if your boyfriend is sulking? For sure! And make sure he knows!

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Delisha Keane Sex & Sexuality
May 29, 2025
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Diving Deeper Into a Beach & Scuba Vacation With Her Dive Instructor
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This post is intended as entertainment only for mature audiences. Reader discretion advised. Please simply & kindly skip it if it offends you. Thank you so much! Hugs!

I write erotica novels & short stories. I also publish handbooks on how to train us, young women, for sex and share my sex confessions as a spermivore, spermaholic, and submissive teen (18+) slut. Yes, a slut! And I’m proud of it! Sex is good, and girls who love sex shouldn’t have to hide and pretend to be “pure.” Sex is pure! And naked skin is natural. #FreeTheNipple #FreeThePussy


This is Part 3 of a “Discover Scuba Diving & Nudity” series. Part 1 is available here, but you can jump straight into the narrative below if you prefer. You’re the boss!


Brooke was with Jim in a Toyota pickup truck that didn’t seem to have shock absorbers anymore. Or the road on this tropical island was that of a war zone. Or both!

Jim was driving her to town to purchase a wetsuit before her first open-water dive in the ocean the next day. He was a dedicated dive instructor!

“Town” was a big word. It was a one-street affair, featuring a few stores and numerous bars.

“We’re… Surfing, now?” Brooke asked after Jim parked in front of a store with surfboards all over their front wall.

“They have nicer-looking wetsuits than dive shops.”

They walked to the back of the store. Jim seemed to know the place. He guided her to a rack of multicolor wetsuits.

“In the dive shop,” he added, “they don’t have much of anything but black! I assumed you wanted something sexier.”

“You assumed right, Sir!”

An older man joined them. He looked at Brooke, head to toe, then handed her a wetsuit. She glanced around for a changing room but didn’t see any.

“Take your shorts off,” the old man directed. “These metal hooks could damage the wetsuit.”

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