A bored twenty-one year old girl goes on a free holiday with her parents to an idyllic tropical island in the Indian Ocean. She accepts a babysitting job from a wealthy couple in order to earn some money to party. The enchanting pair soon arouse her interests… and maybe much more. Feeling frustrated, she lets her curiosity get the better of her and uncovers a saucy secret about the glamorous older pair. What the inexperienced teen discovers leads to an experience that surprises and delights her.
The burning sun, screaming kids, and loud music were all conspiring against me. My thumping head had zero chance of recovering in these conditions. The pool was positively buzzing. Sweaty bodies displaying far more flesh than my queasy tummy cared to see were jammed together on sun loungers and towels, faithfully worshipping that ball of yellow light. Smaller bodies jumped and splashed in the water, probably pissing in there for all I knew. What was fun about this?
A young woman escapes to an exotic island resort in an attempt to forget her cheating ex, and finds herself enthralled by a mysterious stranger on the beach. Her imagination runs wild with visions of lustful escapades. Will her fantasies become reality?
I was in a delicious state of bliss. The sun, high in the mid-day sky, blasted my bikini-clad body full force. I was hot, sticky, and wonderfully suspended from reality. Squinting up at the sky, all I could see was an endless dome of deep azure. Closing my eyes against the glare of the sun, I sighed with contentment. My ears were filled with the sound of the gentle lapping of the ocean waves, a quiet beat of reggae music drifting from somewhere nearby, and the occasional squeals of children playing at the shore. I trailed a hand in the sand at my side, the fine hot grains slipping through my fingers like silk. I felt as if I was floating, all the stresses and strains of real life a distant memory here on this idyllic island in the Indian Ocean. Even Justin seemed a million miles away, and a gazillion years ago. Dana had been right, this holiday was doing me the world of good. Continue reading →
I knew I had to have him to moment I answered the door to his knock and he stood there, all stubble and scruff, all manly man.
“I’ve come to service your boiler love,” he said, a line straight out of a porn film. I might have been immune to his rugged charms had I not just spent the morning writing my latest romantic tale of sex and seduction. But my characters were so real to me, the situations I created so vivid in my imagination, the physical effect was as intense as if I was right there. In fact, I couldn’t finish a story without having to satisfy myself, since i didn’t have a husband or boyfriend to take care of my desire. I always made myself wait though, until after my characters had been satisfied too – so my own desire, my own desperate melting need, would translate into the story I was writing.
That’s exactly where I’d been when he’d knocked on the door – coming to the climax of the scene, moist and sticky between the legs, aching to be touched. I’d been five minutes away from fetching my faithful friend to bring me to my own climax as I re-read the scene – as was my routine upon finishing every new sexy tale. So then I found myself staring at this beautiful man, my heart racing, my body crying out to be touched, wondering if he’d been sent as some kind of divine intervention to see to my every need. Continue reading →