Crystal, a friend of mine, who’s a reporter, went on vacation. She decided that she was bored with her job and needed it worse everyday she was reporting.

Crystal decided on a cruise through the Hawaiian Islands, I asked if I could go but she said she needed a break from everything. I shrugged and passed it off, as she just needed time alone. She said she was only going to be gone for two weeks.

Three or four weeks later I received a phone call from Crystal. She had something wonderful tell me is all she got out in the first few seconds, she seemed so excited as she rambled off what seemed to be a fantasy.

Crystal continued on once she caught her breath and this is what she told me.

“I was on the cruise and when we landed on one of the islands a young man approached me and asked me if I would like to see his home. I thought he meant somewhere else on this same island. But I was wrong. He took me aboard his old ship, which was powered by only him, but he was a good-looking man so I didn’t mind it much. As we approached what seemed to be a paradise, my eyes latched onto what could only be described as a strange and unusual tree. It stood so tall that you would think that you could see it from any of the other islands.

We approached the island slowly, as I watched the trees. They had red leaves, which were about a foot in diameter each. I couldn’t believe my eyes, even though I knew it was true.

As we landed I took a look even closer at three. It had small red perfectly round fruit, hanging from its branches; the fruit was very desirable to the eyes. I asked about it, and the man I was with told me not to touch it yet, which made me even more curious of what it was. That must be the reporter in me.

As he showed me his island I couldn’t help, but linger on the fruit. And it drove me even crazier, when I noticed that the women there were picking it. I saw that they were being very gentle with the fruit. As if they dropped it, it would break.

After a while the woman had filled their baskets and disappeared into their huts. The man I was with had shown me everything on the island, and still didn’t divulge why I shouldn’t touch the fruit, which the natives obviously adored. I turned to him and asked, “Why can’t I touch the fruit from the trees, much less take a bite from one.” In reply he answer with a statement that if I do indeed, eat from the tree, that I will have to stay on the island for the rest of my life. At first I wasn’t quite sure, that it would be a good idea. He invited me to stay for a few days and decide what I wanted to do. I took him up on his offer. He had a bunch of his friends build a small hut for me while I was staying.

The first night there, I had heard noises, almost like howls of the wolves back home. However in the tour of the island, there didn’t seem to be much wildlife. But only the natives and a few others who had come to the island probably years before I did.

That next morning I awoke and had five men standing at the entrance of my hut. They were all willing to help me in any way I asked. I don’t know why but for some reason the idea had been repulsive until just now. I asked where I could take a shower or bath; they directed me to a hot springs that was on the opposite side of the island. Once there I saw several young women sitting and absorbing the heat of the water. They looked so at rest. It must be wonderful to live here. I removed my clothing and slowly walked into the warm water with the women. The looked up at me and smiled. What wonderful, and kind island this was. They introduced themselves and we had a long talk on the perks of living on this island. However they never mentioned the fruit that they were picking the day before, almost as if it would be a sin to do so.

I sat and soaked in the hot water, until the young man who had approached me on the island approached the hot springs. The woman next to me acted as if it was normal for the men to watch them bathe. It seemed like it even turned them on. In fact the entire island seemed to be turned on at all times. Almost as if it was something they inherited from their mothers and fathers.

The young man asked me if I had decided what I wanted to do. I told him I had to think about it, then after seeing the puzzled look on his face, I became even more curious of why this was such a perfect place to live, and never leave. It made me decide right then and there, that I would take the chance and see what it was about this island.

The young man took me around to see the other women; all of them had a glow, a glow in which you would normally see after making love to the one you loved. The only difference in the men from those from the islands was they seemed content. I was now dying to know why it was that all these people could live so content with their lives.

The young man brought me the small red fruit; he handled it with great care and gentleness. I wrapped my lips around it, and sunk my teeth into it. The flavor was astounding, I had never though that any fruit could instantly give me so much. My body started to tingle all over, my mouth started to become almost dry, but the juices from the fruit refreshed them. I could taste the juices even as they flowed down my throat. It didn’t take long for the fruit to disappear. It became an incurable desire. A long awaited desire that would drive me crazy, if I could never be able to feel it again.

The fruit couldn’t be possible I kept telling myself. But the feelings and the shaking of my body kept telling me that it had to be true. The fruit was something that couldn’t leave the island he said, as it felt like the juices were running through my entire body. The same incurable desire my lips felt flowed through my body. Making it shake, but only on the inside. After several minutes my entire body could no longer take the cravings, the unremarkable cravings. I couldn’t believe what I was feeling. It was as if someone was touching my entire body at one time, and making me wants to experience sex like I have never had before.

The young man looked at me, as he too took a bite from the fruit. After several more minutes I was lying in my hut, thinking of only pleasure. I couldn’t think of anything except pleasure. It ruled every thought. The young man approached me and looked into my eyes. Asking me for permission. I nodded. He undressed in front of me; his muscles excited me even more than I was, which didn’t seem possible. His cock was extremely large, fitting for his well-built body, as he kisses me my body shakes wildly, wanting more. His full cock rammed into me. I felt my pussy stretch as it never had before my entire body suddenly, forcefully being swept into an orgasm, one that lasted for several minutes then the end of it only began another. I felt a surge of energy flowing through my body; almost as if it was telling me I could cum all night. My body never grew tired, every orgasm powered the next, and his large cock never grew soft, it stayed hard in me, letting him squirt his cum into me all night long. My body constantly sought more, wanted it, and needed it even. I felt my body rise to what seemed to be another existence, one of sexual bliss. Everything that was done to it made me cum harder each time and orgasm over and over again. My entire body felt as if it would explode, and it did, again and again.

The night passed by, my mind enthralled in the incredible sex. Not having anytime to think about anything else. The young mans body beating against mine, making it throb. Oh God it felt so good.

I awoke the next morning beside the man, who was still awake. I had no idea when I fell asleep, or even what time it was. He told me to join the other women in the springs, so I did. As I walked down to the springs I started having clear thoughts again. It seemed the walk itself was responsible. I figured out why it was that the women had the glow about them, they didn’t even really need a man here, with the fruit running threw their system I’m sure that masturbating would be just as good as the real thing. I stepped into the hot water it was very refreshing and I could see why the women came here. It refreshed the body, and cleared the mind.

After sitting for a while, he came and joined us in the springs. He sat to explain exactly what the fruit does to people. He said, “The fruit of our island is considered magical, that is why we handle with such great care. It has a different effect on women than it does men.” He stared at me for a moment, almost with lust in his eyes. “The effect it has on women, you could see last night. It drives the body wild and takes it to a different plane of existence. A place where only a touch is needed to make her orgasm, yet if you add in the man it can cause the body to almost fly in pure pleasure. As she eats it, it spreads across her entire body causing her to wish to be pleased in every way possible.” He paused before continuing. “However the effect it has on men is completely different. It causes men to lose all self-awareness. They wish to please only the woman they are with. It also causes an erection that will not pass. It is very pleasurable for him as well as the woman. But, the man will also feel the want and desire to do everything he can to make the woman get to the extreme, and then act as a servant to her for the rest of the time the fruit is in his system.”

Since the second day on this island, I have spent every waking moment in complete and total satisfaction. My body has never felt this way before and it is wonderful. The natives here have no concept of belonging to one another. It is an island for pleasure and not much more. I have found that the effect on women after they eat the fruit for several years becomes less than it was for me. That is why the women here pick the fruit before bed. They eat it all night long. Perhaps I can come back for a visit one day when the fruit isn’t so powerful, but for now, I must stay. I’m having the best time of my life. Since I have agreed to stay here I haven’t gone to sleep without having multiple orgasms.

I know it seems untrue, I couldn’t believe my ears, or my eyes, however I must believe my body. It was as if my wildest fantasies are coming true. I called to let you know that I won’t be coming back and would appreciate it if you told my editor that I have decided to move on with my life.

Thank you.

By the way, you are welcome to come and stay, if you wish.

That was the call, I’m writing this letter to let my dearest friends know that I am leaving and the reason why. I will not be returning, but I wish you all well.