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Leilani is curled up naked quietly in the sand under a spreading palm, typing on her laptop.

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"I unpacked my last small bag and laid out the rest of my meager belongings on the bed, realizing immediately I perhaps had been a bit too hasty in preparing for my worldly journey. I had completely forgotten about clothes for cooler climates. I had no idea what to expect here in these United States, let alone the dozen or so countries I wanted to visit.

I looked down sighing at my assorted sarongs, bikinis, silk wraps, saris, and sandals.

I would have to do some shopping.

I stood up and padded over to the full-length mirror, looking at my reflection staring back at me. My creator had told me once, that it is like looking into your own soul at times, and that looking into it too long can lead to plenty of vices, among them vanity, avarice, and excessive pride. I stood looking at myself and reached down to untie my sarong, letting the flimsy cloth drop to my feet. Apart from the sandals, and the string of white shells hugging my right ankle, I was naked.

I smiled softly as I stared at my reflection, taking stock of my body from top to bottom. Long, nearly waist-length thick, black tresses trailed over my back, and I could feel the fluffy strands against my ruddertail. My eyes, as deep green as the sea during a torrid storm, glimmered with excitement and curiosity in my new surroundings, framed by an angular face, plump cheeks, black whiskers, and a button nose. My eyes traveled further down, taking in the soft, swan-like neck, and subtle but powerful muscles in my shoulders and upper arms, the results of a lifetime swimming and diving.

I looked for a short while at my pert, full breasts, watching the deep-brown globes heave gently with every breath I took. I reached a webbed paw up to one of them, watching myself as I stroked across the side, brushed past a black nipple, and then came down underneath the flesh to slowly lift the breast. I trembled all over from that touch. My nipples were now quite hard and twice their size. I smiled and massaged my breasts slowly, pressing my digits against each one and working them in firm circles.

I churrred with delight as I felt a tingle beginning between my legs, and brought a paw down past my tummy, tracing the millions of dark brown hairs that made up my dense fur. I shifted my footpaws outwards slightly, and spread my legs out, dipping my paw down lower, until I could feel the wandering digits brushing my shaven crotch, and then caressing a pair of dark-chocolate netherlips. I closed my eyes and spread two of my digits apart, surrounding the mound of flesh and then squeezing my damp folds together, as though I were enjoying the warm hardness of a male, or the wet, hot tongue of a female lover, deep inside of me.

The thought of sex aroused me more. The old black fox from earlier, Mr. Lyons, who wanted to be called "Reggie", came to my mind as I pinched my folds together. I pictured him as he might have been years ago, a strong, handsome fox, perhaps visiting my beach for the first time, a newcomer like I was here, crossing paths at the local watering tavern, or the ocean itself.

I thought about him perhaps exploring deep beneath the ocean, finding me naked, against an exotic reef. I imagined him swimming up behind me, hard and so hot, grabbing my breasts to hold me underwater against him, squirming, and yet spreading my legs invitingly for him, eager for his...hardness.I slowly pushed one, and then two of my digits into my wet folds, letting out a sharp gasp and then a pleasant churrrip sound from my throat as my muscles clamped around my intrusive digits, wetting them further with a combination of my juices and the perspiration that had been building up under my sarong since I had arrived. I pushed and then pulled slowly out of my body, every so often stroking my eager, aroused button of flesh on the way in and out. I tilted my head back and pushed three in this time, spreading them apart until my folds relented, giving way and stretching outwards. With the last bit of my senses, my other paw came down, found my clit, squeezed it firmly and then pulled on it.

I let out a sharp cry of pleasure as I felt my juices flowing freely, dribbling from my lips, dripping down to the carpet, as I enjoyed not one or even two but four powerful orgasms, coming like relentless, pounding waves on the shore. At some point, my legs were so wobbly I was unable to stand, and I dropped to my knees, panting as I rubbed my cum-soaked folds over and over, letting the last of my climax go.

I opened my eyes and looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes were tearing, but I was smiling, though I was trembling and my heart was beating with the force of a sledgehammer. I waited for the sensations from my masturbating to ease, and then unsteadily rose to my feet, rubbing my digits together. I looked at them, coated with my juices, and then traced both my breasts and then my tummy, sighing.

I would need a shower.

I looked at myself once more in the mirror before removing my sandals and padding naked to the bathroom, chuckling softly.

My creator had told me that many vices could be found in the depths of your reflection.

Vanity, avarice, excessive pride.

Sometimes we seem to forget that there is also lust...<3"