Three women and a man are castaways on a Pacific Island after their plane crashes. This is a redo of my work, Master's Island, which I posted 25 years ago. The younger girls are both 19 now, and I have changed the pirates to a no ethnic specific description. The story has also been expanded and rethought.
Most stories start off with two people meeting cute, dancing around each other for a little while before falling in love and eventually, finally sharing that love in a physical sense. This is not that kind of story. One dude... LOTS of different women...
When Molly alighted from the bus, she realized she'd made a mistake. The bus had dropped her short of her destination. It was a choice of taking the route the bus was or a short cut through the Industrial Estate...it didn't take long to know that she had made the wrong choice.
It's more than a colour. Much more. Love and lust in the city. Even a little romance. His hands found their way to my ass again, and he pulled me to him. My legs bent a little, my knees parted, and his tongue explored its way between my legs, between my sopping labia, and suddenly he was inside me.
My next door neighbor and her two girlfriends suddenly needed a fourth for their bowling team. I wasn't so good at picking up bowling pin splits but I learned how to be good between a girl's splits.
A naïve young wife who spends too much time home alone begins to explore the internet for the first time. After a few relatively harmless chats she finds herself being blackmailed into becoming a sex slave to a big bad biker.